Page 113 of Second Sets Omnibus
“Down,” Asher demands, loosening his grip on my throat, but he doesn't completely let go until I'm laid on my back. Shivers break out when my heated back comes into contact with the cold surface, and a gasp escapes me as the overwhelming sensations expand through my body.
Asher spreads my legs wide, placing my feet on the edge, showing off my glistening pussy, as he drags my ass off the edge table. Now, I am open and exposed to the last man I ever thought I’d let touch me. But this has been building and building for months.
“We're doing this again. All of us,” he says, adjusting the growing want bulging from his pants with a low groan.
“Lick, drink, suck?” Rad asks with a grin, climbing on the table and hovering above my face. His dick throbs right above my line of vision, thick with pre-cum, red and angry, almost poking me in the damn ear. “Come on, bro! You're missing out on the best tequila shots!” he shouts, looking in the direction of the living room.
Kieran stops short, wiping his hands down his jeans when he waltzes back into the house. Bewilderment widens those beautiful, mismatched eyes as he takes in the scene before him: me, laid out on the table with my feet propped up on the table edge and my pussy dangling, ready for the taking. Swallowing hard, he takes a side, staring at Asher with a twisted expression.
“The game?” Kieran asks, tilting his head to the side as Asher takes another few gulps of tequila straight from the bottle.
“Tequila shots. Drop the salt anywhere you want to lick. Take a shot, and then get the lime from her mouth, pussy, or wherever you want. But right now, this pussy is mine,” Asher says with determination as a cold-like sensation enters my aching and swollen pussy, doing little to alleviate the pulsating between my legs.
I swallow down the gasp stuck in my throat. Anticipation fries my damn nerves, and my fingers tremble against the wooden tabletop, waiting for the first stroke of someone's tongue. Or fuck, anything! They all hover above me, standing motionless, forming a circle around my naked body like I’m some sort of sacrifice.
Moving as one, they pass the saltshaker around the circle, depositing heavy amounts all over certain parts of my body. From my stiff and aching nipples to my belly button and the spot right above my pussy, they all pick a place, admiring it from above with heated eyes. Cocking his head to the side, Asher grins, rubbing his fingers up and down my thigh.
“Who is in the salt circle now, Little Brat?” He quirks a brow and then nods, beginning their synchronized torture with the flick of their tongues in unison.
I moan when they lick the salt simultaneously, and the warmth of their tongues overtakes me. Uncontrollable gasps spill from my throat when Asher pours his tequila shot over my clit, and through my pussy, letting it flow straight into his mouth and drenching me completely.
My eyes roll back into my head when his manic tongue darts into my pussy over and over, vibrating his moans against me as he sucks the lime into his mouth and spits it out onto the floor before diving back in for more. His tongue thrashes against my clit as his long fingers enter my pussy, wildly thrusting in and out, moving my body against the table. Fire spreads through every limb deep in my gut until I'm on the brink of exploding. A mouth comes down on mine, moaning into me as my back arches off the damn table in preparation for the best orgasm I'm ever going to experience in my damn life.
My fingers urgently dig into someone's hair until I'm exploding around Asher's fingers, eagerly thrusting in and out of my pussy. On a loud cry, filling the space with my raspy moans and begging for more, I come. And I come hard. Harder than fucking hard. Shit. I think I meet Jesus behind the stars dancing in my eyesight.
“Jesus!” Rad whimpers.
Yeah. Met him.I groan and babble through my thick tongue when Rad leans down, gently kissing my cheek with a grinwidening his face until he steps back. In fact, they all step back, giving me and the man of the hour the space we need to consummate our union.
Locking eyes with Asher, I see my life flash before my eyes. There’s a promise hiding in the depth of his glazed-over hazel eyes, and I don’t know if I’ll survive to tell the tale of our adventures. Death by dick—is what the headlines will say when they tell the story of how Asher Montgomery royally dicked me down and fucked me to death. Dig my grave now because there’s no coming back from this moment.
“Turn over, Little Brat,” Asher says, heaving a breath.
Keeping those perceptive eyes searing into mine, he takes every inch of clothing off and tosses them aside. I see him in all his naked glory for the first time since getting to know him. Lean muscle lines his arms, accented by the thick blue veins protruding from his flesh—has me panting like a pathetic bitch in heat. All I can imagine is running the length of my tongue over his skin and tasting him for the first time. My eyes fall toward his thick and hairy legs, working up over his dick, standing at attention and leading to a fit stomach without defined abs. Darting my tongue out, I lick my lips, imagining how he'll taste in my mouth when he coats my throat.
“Please,” he rasps until I comply and turn over with my ass in the air, presenting my aching pussy to him.
I yelp when he grabs my ankles and shoves my feet flat onto the ground. With force, he places my palms on the table, and I give into him, letting him take what he wants and how he wants. I’m all fucking his right now. No interference from me or the other three, who look on in fascination. My pussy flutters with excitement at his take-charge attitude, and my mind goes blank, leaning into him to make the decisions.
“Don't move your hands,” he whispers against my neck, carefully wrapping his fingers around my throat. “I'm going to fuck you now, okay?”
For a moment, it's just us in the room; the others slink into the shadows and cease to exist.
“Yes, please, Asher,” I moan, crying out when his thick dick roars into my pussy without warning.
Asher grunts as he pounds into me, mercilessly pushing the table with our force and digging my hips into the edge with every frantic thrust of his hips.
“This has been building for days. I won't last long, so come for me, Little Brat. Come all over my cock and show me how much you love it when I fuck you hard enough to leave bruises,” he groans, gripping my throat harder until my lips pop open in a silent, breathless scream.
My head swims in a mess of emotions as my orgasm plows through me with such force everything turns white behind my eyes, and I leave this earth once again. At this rate, I’ll have to fuck Asher’s evil ass to get these fantastic orgasms I’m sure I’ll be hooked on for the rest of my damn life. His body stills, and he spills everything inside me in one long, drawn-out groan resembling my name in hushed whispers.
Breathlessly, Asher pulls out, briefly kissing my cheek. “Good girl,” he praises between breaths. “Now, let the others enjoy our pussy.” I shiver when he pulls away, moving to the chair across from my face, and sits back with his hands behind his head. “I'll give you one hour, and then, I'm taking you again,” he commands me again with a cocky smirk, looking lighter than before. Reaching down, he takes his dick, stroking himself as he lazily watches from the sidelines.
Rad leans forward without hesitation and takes my mouth with his, pulling back. “We've done some group stuff, Pretty Girl. But have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
I swallow thickly and blanch at his crass words. It’s the one sexual experience I've only been brave enough to do a handful of times with reluctance. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t with people I felt I could trust. But with my boys, I have faith in every molecule in their bodies, and I know they’d never hurt me on purpose or make it too painful. So, with those words running through my mind like a warning, I give in to them.
“I haven't done it in a while. It’s only been a few times,” I whisper, licking my lips.
