Page 18 of Resurrection
“Puh….” I whisper, barely a sound but Cole hears it. He’s always in tune with me. Watching over me.
“What’s that, gorgeous? We tapping out?” he asks, his head dipping closer.
I shake my head side to side, the tiny movement hardly recognizable in my weakened state. “Puh…,” I lick my dry lips. Out of the corner of my eye I see Cole nod to Jax. He gets up and returns seconds later with a water bottle, gently lifting me so I can take a sip.
“Please…,” I say after I finally find my voice again, the water quenching my parched mouth and throat.
“Oh, I love it when you beg so prettily,” Cole praises. “Pleasewhat?” He knows it’s not my safe word and as such, he won’t stop even if I beg him to. The only way he would is if I utter the word or if he believes I’m too out of it and needs to end the session prematurely for safety reasons. None of which apply to this particular moment in time.
He looks to Hawk and Jax, “I think she’s ready for the fireworks, boys.” An excited smile creeps up on each of their faces at his declaration.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Jax mutters at my side, setting the water bottle on the side table.
“About fucking time, dude, I’m practically up to my eyebrows in cum right now!” Hawk helpfully provides, his shaking form ready to ruin me even more than I already am whenever Cole gives the go ahead.
Cole’s smile grows exponentially at their eagerness, at the ability to control not only me, but both of them as well. “Aly…” he gently settles himself on the cushions beside me—facing up—and grabs my thighs, pulling me towards him, “sit on my face.”
He’s direct with his command but I can’t help but ask, “What about your—”
He stops my question in its tracks, grabbing my ass with two firm hands and squeezing the ever-loving fuck out of the flesh before delivering a hard spank at my reluctance to use his face as my own personal grinding tool. “Do I look worried? Do you think, for any instance, that I’m going to second-guess having your delectable thighs wrapped around my face, suffocating me on your heavenly pussy, and delivering me to my own version of paradise?”
I have a momentary lapse of brain function but he doesn’t allow me to hesitate any longer as he turns, pulls me by my waist and plants me directly over his face in a sixty-nine position. “Holy fuck…” I squirm over him, the slickness and warmth of his mouth causing me to almost explode on contact. I lift myself so I’m hovering over his lips, a momentary reprieve for my lady bits as well as his injured back.
“Did I say lift up? Absolutely not. I want you to ride my fucking face. There shouldn’t be a millimeter between your lips and mine while I make this pussy scream for mercy.”
Holy fucking bananas, Batman…
Cole wraps both hands around the tops of my thighs and pulls me down on top of him, fully covering his face. His eager lips and tongue are overwhelming on my sensitive core, but oh so perfect. I can’t help but rock my hips, riding his face like he told me to but still careful not to jostle him too much for the sake of his back. He takes two of his fingers and plunges them into my pussy, instantly finding my G-spot and rubbing it with furious purpose. “Oh no… no no no, stop. I’m gonna pee if you keep doing that!”
He doesn’t stop. I can feel his smile against me as he amps up his efforts, putting even more pressure on that spot inside of me and causing my legs to shake even more than they already were. “Cole, stop!”
“Um, excuse me? No, ma’am. I donotbelieve that is one of our agreed upon words. So, with the utmost respect... Fuck. No,” he responds with a muffled voice, the vibrations against my skin adding to the overall effect and ridding me of any choice in the matter. “I told you, I’m gonna make this pussy scream. And if that means you cover me in your juices, then I’ll gladly bathe in your pleasure. Now give it to me!” With another flick of his tongue on my clit, I explode, covering his entire face with my juices as I squirt everywhere. “Oh, fuck yes!” he groans as he laps up everything I lost with unprecedented eagerness.
I lean forward, unable to hold myself upright anymore. The movement puts a little space between Cole’s face and my pussy, allowing him to speak to theothers who are slack-jawed in awe over what he just made me do.
“Oh, my fuck, that was amazing,” Jax says before moving his hips toward my face, now hovering over Cole’s tented cock, seemingly waiting for permission from Cole to join in on the fun.
Meanwhile, Hawk is visibly shaking next to him, his neck straining with the will to not come from the mere sight of Cole driving me crazy. Cole puts him out of his misery, though.
“Hawk get your ass over here on the cushions where I am.” Doing as Cole asks, we rearrange ourselves to his satisfaction. Just as I’m able toassume the position, Cole smacks my ass with one of his hands before taking a cheek in each, squeezing and spreading them, making both my pussy and asshole visible as he does so. “Look at those pretty little holes, just aching to be filled.” He turns his gaze to Hawk. “I want you to fuck this beautiful pussy for me.”
“Ooooooh fuck yes,” Hawk says breathlessly, almost coming from the opportunity being made available. He falls to the cushions, taking Cole’s place in a seated position, as Cole lifts himself onto the couch next to us, lying on his side with Hawk’s head near his chest.
“Aly, pretty girl, take your seat.” Cole indicates with a nod of his chin to Hawk’s lap where his throbbing dick is simply begging for me at this point. With a little help from Jax, since I’m practically boneless at this point,I lift my leg and straddle Hawk, placing my hands on his shoulders before lowering my pussy onto his length.
As our bodies connect, he throws his head back directly into Cole’s chest, and releases a hiss. I try to take it slowly, not wanting to slam myself down on his length and inadvertently make him come too soon after edging for so long, but Hawk takes over, ramming his entire length in me into one thrust. “Son of a cunt, this is fucking heaven. Holy shit!” Hawk rasps, thrusting hard a couple of times before he catches himself and stills.
“Jax… Go on and take her ass.”
“What the…,” Jax starts. He’s been the steadfast leader outside of the bedroom. But inside? Over the past few months, that’s become Cole’s domain. While Jax loves watching me be dominated, and is open to thepossibilityof Cole dominatinghim, he’s still getting used to the concept being put into action.
Cole looks over my shoulder to Jax as Hawk, unable to remain still, begins grinding his pelvis into mine. “Voyeurism and direction, Jax. Not domination. Not this time anyways.” Cole winks and smirks while Jax scoffs. But I understand why Cole might want to do this since he’s not fully healed yet. By taking control of the room, this allows Cole to immerse himself in the act without fullyparticipatingin the act as he would want to. That way he doesn’t hurt himself again. Jax must understand this as well because, as usual, he rolls with it.
“Fuck it, you heard the man, baby. Show me that ass,” Jax says, spanking me as he stands and goes to theother room. Moments later, he returns but doesn’t do anything more than position himself behind me...waiting ominously. I hesitate. Confused by the pause.
I don’t understand. He’s kneeling right behind me, looking directly at my ass. AT. MY. ASS. It can’t bethatinteresting back there. How much more demeaning can this get? What more could he possibly want me to do? Look at me. I’m here. Poised and ready to do this.
Let’s. Go. Buffalo!
