Page 9 of My Three Enemies
Dax's hands are all over me, feeling my curves and reaching down to grip my ass as he works his way to my breast. He takes the whole thing in his mouth, sucking my nipple and moaning against it as if he wants to devour me whole.
Eventually, Gray presses his tongue to me just like the others and begins working my clit. I moan and without thinking, my hands are on Dax and Jackson's arms, tracing the muscles while I sink into the pleasure growing between my legs.
While all three of them pleasure me, it's heaven. But the moment they back away I'm in hell. How am I supposed to go on so close to the greatest pleasure I've ever felt and have it taken away from me?
Gray’s tongue is soft and warm as it swirls around me and sucks me in. My eyes dart open and I cry out as he slides a finger inside me for the first time. When he does, he pulls his mouth away and smirks at the others.
“Our little Blondie is a virgin,” he grits out, slowly moving his finger in and out of me, exploring my pussy. “Fuck, you’re tight too. I bet you’d love for me to stuff you with my cock and let you come on that.”
“Yes,” I moan, biting my lip hard enough I’m worried it might bleed as his finger explores me.
He brings his mouth back to my clit and almost immediately I'm whimpering. Feeling him stuff me with his finger whilebeing pleasured by all three of their mouths is intense. Within moments he has to pull away, slipping his finger out of me.
Jackson pulls his mouth away from me right away but Dax has to be tapped on the shoulder to take my breast out of his mouth. Even when he withdraws, he stares at me, hungry, as if he can't wait for his next turn.
“Tell us the truth, Blondie,” Gray growls, taking a deep breath. “I want nothing more than to hear you scream my name, trust me. But I can't give that to you unless you tell us the full truth.”
“I can't,” is all I say once again. If I could, I would. Ineedto come. I don't care how it happens, the pressure between my legs is overwhelming and I can't take it anymore.
Soon enough, the three of them get back to work and my entire body is trembling. Gray sucks my clit while sliding a finger in and out of me, curling it as he pulls it out. Dax's mouth is on my neck, licking the soft flesh while his hand holds my breast firmly. Jackson teases my nipple with his tongue, running his fingers through my hair and grabbing a fistful to pull it gently.
Once again, just as I'm about to erupt, they all pull away and ask me the same questions over and over. It doesn't end. I can't tell them the truth because I can't go back. I refuse. As time passes and I try to resist them, it becomes unbearable. Bordering on painful.
“Please stop,” I beg as Gray continues thrusting his finger in my pussy and lapping his tongue over my clit. “I can't take it anymore.”
Gray pulls away, opening his mouth to ask the same question for the hundredth time, but before he can, a sob escapes my throat.All three of them stop what they're doing. Tears stream down my face and my entire body shakes.
“I can't take it anymore, please stop,” I whimper, too weak to even try wiping the tears in my eyes.
Before I even understand what's happening, I'm swept up into Dax's arms and carried away. I'm dizzy and the world is hazy around me. My legs and arms tingle and my throat is sore from screaming.
On top of that, Dax is the last person I would want to take me to his room. I see the way that he looks at me, and I know this isn't over. As soon as I'm in his bed, he's going to lose control of himself and that’s not going to end.
He kicks the door closed behind him and lays me down on his bed. Part of me expects him to climb on top of me and start grinding against me again like he did in the kitchen, but he doesn't. He wraps his blanket tight around me and brushes the sweat-matted hair out of my face.
Before, when I looked Dax in the eyes, I saw this feral, uncontrollable gleam. That's gone now. His dark brown gaze is as calm as night, and a small smile creeps up on his lips. It's a relief.
“Why?” I squeak out, not understanding this kindness. “Why are you so different now?”
He takes a deep breath, pulling his hands away from me as he makes sure I'm completely covered with the blanket. “We've got a taste of you now. I know I'm not done with you by any means, but you need a break.”
“Dax, I really can't tell you?—”
“Get some rest,” he interrupts, standing and leaving me alone in the room.
7
Dax’s doorcreaking open wakes me and I sit up in the bed, still groggy from my nap. Gray stands in the doorway with a tray of food in his hands and a look on his face, wordlessly asking for forgiveness. Dax trails behind him with a pitcher of chilled water and a tall glass in his hands.
I don't say anything, but the brothers enter the room and sit at the foot of the bed anyway. I cross my legs and look at them while Gray pushes the tray closer to me.
“You should eat something.” Even though he says it like a suggestion, I know better than to push it away. Part of me wants to in retaliation for what they put me through, but my stomach's loud gurgling betrays me.
I reach forward and tentatively grab one of the sandwiches they prepared, holding it close and eyeing the turkey, cheese, and lettuce before taking a bite. Dax and Gray sit silently while they watch me eat, and I almost feel like I'm in some kind of alien zoo. Like they're studying me to learn more about humans and their habits.
Jackson walks in and I stare at him, waiting for him to toss me one of those glares I’m quickly learning is a signature look, but he doesn't. There's something softer about him now.
“Can you tell us something about yourself that youarewilling to share?” Gray asks, keeping his eyes glued to mine.
