Page 79 of Don't Break My Heart
Slowly, I lower onto him.
Onyx keeps his lips on my skin the whole time, telling me how good I am, opening up for him. And Romeo agrees, his kisses coming downmy other side. None of them are ever far away from me, kissing me and caressing me as hands and lips move over my body.
I feel more loved than I ever felt possible. I close my eyes and lean into his chest, letting him guide me all the way onto him. Every time we do this it gets a little easier. But it still takes my body time to adjust to his size.
Before long, my pussy clenches, wanting to be filled up again. I glance to Reef. “What are you waiting for?” I smirk at him, but I know he was waiting for me to be ready, and I love him for it.
He plunges his cock in between my legs again, filling up my pussy so fucking good.
I cry out. My hands wrapping around the back of his neck and into his soft hair, as he continues to thrust deep inside of me. Each pump knocks the wind out of me and makes me moan incoherent sounds into the room.
I reach for Romeo as well, needing him closer. Stroking his cock, he’s thick and hard, and my touch is enough to make him groan. He locks eyes with me, crawling up the bed like a predator. Then he stands, taking hold of his cock, he strokes himself, putting on a show I know is just for me.
I flick out my tongue, and he lets me taste him, licking all the way down the length of his cock. “Fuck, Sloane.” He groans again.
Onyx moves inside of me, rocking gently, stretching me, and I suck Romeo’s cock further into my mouth for the distraction.
This is everything. All of them working together to bring me undone.
My body is so alight with pleasure, I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience. But it’s not just the overwhelming satisfaction of my most sensitive body parts, it’s something more. A type oflove so twisted it could only belong to us, and I’m here for every second of it.
There is only one thing that could make tonight better. And he’s currently stuck in Italy.
Chapter 33
Aloudbangboomsthrough the boys’ apartment. I jolt upright, a cold sweat trickling down my back instantly. I glance around my room, wondering where Reef is; I fell asleep in his arms. Every night this past week I have done the same with one of them. They are never too far away, and we have gotten into such a nice little routine. Dating three guys has become some kind of normal I never thought I could have.
But now… Now I know something is wrong. Through my open door I see a shadowy figure move past stealthily, and I know it’s Onyx just by his size. What the hell is going on?
A hand clamps over my mouth. I try to scream but nothing comes out, the sound muffled around the intruder’s fingers.
His face lowers to mine. “Shh, treasure, you’re safe with me,” he whispers in my ear, so close it sends a shiver right down my spine.
Orlando? I know it’s him; that distinct, masculine scent of his wafts around me, a hint of the sea and fresh aftershave. What the fuck is he doing here?
Another crash sounds from the living room, like glass shattering and drywall exploding. I jump in Orlando’s arms.
He pulls me back to his solid body and out of bed, with one arm wrapped firmly around my middle, the other hand still on my mouth like he doesn’t trust me not to scream. And he’s right not to. There is a small part of my brain that takes me back to the night he took me,and fear courses through my body at the thought. I don’t fight him, though. Instead, I let him drag me into the walk-in closet with him, flicking a lock as soon as both of us are inside. I don’t have time to think of why there would be a lock on the inside of a closet. I’m not scared of him anymore, and it’s strange as fuck he is here in this place, but I know he’s not here to hurt me.
He stares back at me, and I don’t miss the way his chest rises and falls too quickly. “Grab a jacket,” he says, keeping his voice hushed as he collects a pair of jeans and my boots.
It takes my brain a second to register what the hell he’s going on about, and then I look down and see I’m in just a pair of silk sleep shorts and a camisole. I grab the first jacket I see, a black army-style bomber, and shrug it on, quickly pushing my arms through the sleeves.
He grips my hand firmly as he moves one of the shoe racks resting on the carpeted floor, then peels back some of the carpet to reveal a trap door with ladder stairs going down to the floor below.
My eyes widen. What on earth?
“You go first.” He shoves me in the direction of the opening.
More banging and crashing comes from the other side of the wall. It sounds like someone has just been thrown through a wall with the loud thud that comes next. There is no time to think, I just have to trust him. Shakily I take each rung down to the floor below. When my eyes adjust to the shadowy darkness, I see it’s another bedroom.
Orlando follows me closely, throwing the jeans down in front of him. “Get dressed, quickly,” he says, a hint of panic in his voice.
“What the hell, Orlando,” I whisper, tugging them on over my sleep shorts.
His eyes meet mine, and even in the dark of the night I can see the fear register in them. “Valentine. Fuck, I tried to get here before him, but he’s been one step ahead of me the whole time.”
My heart kicks up a beat. “The boys?” I cry, scared half to death now that I know what’s going on upstairs.
