Page 11 of Room One Twenty Eight
Could someone overdose on orgasms?
It has to be a threat, I think. Because I am on the edge of an orgasm bigger than any I have ever felt, and it is scary in its potency. I wonder if they offer something like Narcan in this situation. If something similar exists, I might need a dose of it after tonight is over.
Lying in the most luxurious bed I have ever laid in, atop satin sheets that kiss my skin in the most delicious way, I am a mess. It is a brand-new level of mess I’ve never experienced before. Because I am in the throes of the dirtiest, most depraved, most delicious pleasure of my life.
“Good girl, let me hear you,” Enzo purrs as his hands tighten on my hips, holding me down as I squirm. “Don’t take it away, babydoll. I want all of that pussy in my mouth,” he growls, biting at my thigh before his tongue slides through my wetness, sending an explosion of stars of pleasure through me.
“Yes, daddy,” I pant, obeying the rules they explained earlier. My fingers clutch at the sheets beneath me. I am on fire, burning inside out.
Enzo stares up at me as he kisses my pussy deeply, his tongue plunging inside of me, my cries loud in the room. My sounds mix with Mateo beside me, who is thrusting his hips to shove his big, thick cock deeper down Tomas’ throat. I am transfixed by the sight of it all. Of Enzo’s dark head between my thighs, his tongue lashing at me greedily. Mateo fucking Tomas’ face wildly, his fingers tugging at his hair, his body coiled as it spreads out beside me.
Unable to help myself, I reach out to him. He catches my hand, bringing it down to wrap it round his shaft. Knowingwithout words what he wants, I stroke him, as if I am feeding him into Tomas’ eager mouth. Then suddenly the bed shifts as Mateo moves, turning enough to cover my throat, my shoulders, and my breasts with hot, wet kisses.
“Oh god. Oh my god,” I whimper as a new wave of pleasure crests inside of me.
Sex was never on my radar before. There were men before of course, but it was never...this. It was never panting breaths and grasping hands and desperate cries. It was never so...filthy, so dirty, so damn right. I am shaking beneath Enzo and still I want more, I want him inside me, I want Mateo inside me, or inside someone. I want to watch them, and I want them to watch me. There may be rules about what we do here, but I feel as if we can do anything together in this room.
“She is being such a good girl for us,” Mateo hums against my throat as his rough hand palms my breast. “How sweet does that pretty pussy taste?”
“Come here, take a taste,” Enzo taunts, sitting up between us.
Mateo hisses out a curse before he slams his mouth to Enzo’s. They never stop touching me. Mateo never pulls out of Tomas’ mouth. Before I can blink, they’re both on me again, as if the hot kiss never took place.
“Please, please....” I cry out as I rock against his mouth, my orgasm burning through me like a lit furnace.
“Please what, babydoll? Use your words....”
Before I can use the words we decided on, I arc beneath Enzo’s mouth. An orgasm rips through me unlike I have ever felt. It swirls and twists and tears me apart before pulling me back together again. I collapse back on the bed, shuddering from the intense moment.
“Sun. Sun, sun,” I manage to mutter out once I can formwords.
Enzo looms over me, grinning down at me. God, he is a beautiful man. My thighs burn from the short, dark beard at his defined jaw, and his smile is bright, crooked, and devastating. His body is golden perfection, with a single tattoo on his hip. I know what it is without even needing to translate the Italian words.
Mateo. Tomas. Forever, is what it reads. Reaching out, I touch the mark, my fingertips tracing the names, noting one thing. There is room for another name. Enzo grabs my hand, bringing it to his chest, where his heart beats. Pressing it to his chest, he knees my legs wider to fit his big body.
“Hands up, little moon,” Mateo demands, handing something to Enzo.
“Yes, daddy,” I whimper, letting them pull my hands above my head. It was a length of silk he gave Enzo, which he uses to tie my hands together, then fix them to the headboard.
“Now, open the little good girl mouth. We all want to get inside you,” Mateo growls and it is then I realize they’re all knelt on the bed, cocks in hand, pumping them as they wait for me to obey.
Without hesitation, I pop my mouth open. Mateo moves first, pushing past my lips roughly. His thickness chokes me, but he doesn’t let up. He works his hips a few times, fucking my mouth as he cradles the back of my head. I am gagging on him, he is so big, but I don’t dare give up. I don’t dare ask them to stop or mutter the safe word. I want this. I want whatever they’re going to do to me tonight.
With my mouth full of Mateo, I watch Tomas and Enzo kissing fervently, their tongues twisting, their bodies shaking. Tomas reaches down, his fingers stroking me, and I gasp around Mateo’s cock. In turn, Enzo wraps his big hand around Tomas’ cock and starts to pump him, working the drops of sticky cum ofexcitement down the thick, long length.
“Ah, fuck her mouth is so good,” Mateo moans, his body falling back against Tomas’.
His fingertips trace my cheek where the press of him bulges out as he pumps in and out of my mouth. My tongue swirls and I whimper as Tomas’ fingers curl inside of me, finding the sweet spot that has my eyes rolling back. Mateo turns his head and Tomas is there, kissing him hungrily.
It is sensory overload, and I cannot get enough. I can’t imagine ever being with someone any other way. This is the best it could ever be. Our sounds, the heat of us being tangled together, their sweet, clean scents, it is a kind of paradise I never knew could exist.
“Such a good little girl, baby,” Mateo grunts, pulling out of my mouth with a pop. Bending, he kisses me deep, slipping his tongue into my mouth. It is then I realize he is the first to kiss me. He breaks the kiss, seeing the pout on my face. Chuckling, he nods at the other two before he gives a command.
“Give our little moon a kiss. We were so desperate for her we never took that sweet mouth the way she deserves.”
Enzo is there first, fisting my hair in his hand to yank my head back. His kiss is wet, brutal, tasting of my pussy from his devouring me earlier. I moan into the kiss, greedy for more, but he is gone. Tomas is next, his hands going around my throat, his heavy cock slapping against my breasts as he kisses me hard, licking at my tongue, sucking at my lips.
“Sun, sun,” I pant, tugging at my hands that are still tied above me.
