Sage
Sucking cock wasn’t on my list of accomplishments, but as soon as I’d held Cristiano’s thick shaft in my hand, all the fantasies that had chased every dream exploded in my mind. The taste of him was salty yet sweet, much like Hunter had been. I was shocked how large both men were, even more so that they were able to fit into my mouth.
I hadn’t anticipated wanting this, even if I’d secretly admired them from afar.
“Baby. You are just off the chain,” Hunter murmured as he ran his fingers through my hair. His legs were shaking, every muscle in his body stiffening almost from the beginning. The musky scent of his testosterone filled my senses, creating a series of tingles that matched the ache felt in my butt cheeks.
The spanking had been harsh yet erotic, pushing me to the edge of reason and sanity. For the first time in my life, it had felt as if I was flying free from the tethers of my life. And dear God, I wanted more.
Hunter fisted my hair at the scalp, holding me in place. “Open your mouth, little pet. You’re going to take every inch.”
I did as he commanded, swirling my tongue around his shaft as he gently pushed several inches inside. As soon as I began to suck, his breathing changed, more labored than before. They were all beautiful men, but there was something softer about Hunter. Maybe because he didn’t come from cold-blooded killers like Cain and Cristiano. He was someone I almost believed I could trust, even if he would stop at nothing to take what he wanted.
After squeezing his balls, I hungrily engulfed another two inches. But that wasn’t enough. He shoved my head down until my lower lip was resting on his testicles. I gagged but did what I could to relax my throat even as my eyes watered. His pants fell to the floor, and I wrapped my arm around his hips, pressing my hand against his rock-hard ass.
Goddamn the man was built, every muscle carved to perfection. As he started to pump, taking over control as Cristiano had, I continued to stroke the base. The moment and experience kept me lightheaded, my mind still trying to process everything that had happened. The thought of being their captive was insanely enticing.
I sensed Cain’s return. I could also smell his need, as if seeing me with the other two had been too much for him to tolerate. Hunter laughed, pushing my shoulders then lifting my chin with a single finger. “That’s just the beginning, baby. I’m going to take your tight little asshole.”
“You might have to fight me for it,” Cristiano growled.
“She’s mine to claim first.” Cain’s voice had a deep vibrato, the husky sound adding to the anticipation.
Hunter tugged me to my feet, and when I glanced at Cain as he approached, I pressed my hand over my mouth. He was even more enticing naked, the deep ‘V’ leading from his abdomen making me shiver. A flicker of gold drew my attention to his thick cock, the piercing something I’d heard about but never seen before. Kelly had mentioned that it added to the sensations, able to cause a powerful orgasm. I wouldn’t know.
He had an indescribable look on his face, immediately jerking me off my feet, forcing my legs around his sculpted hips. Then he strode toward the wall, shoving me against the hard surface with just enough force that I moaned.
“They got to experience your wet mouth, but I get to fuck your tight pussy first, sweet pet.” He pushed me further up the wall, and I struggled to hold on, digging my fingers into his shoulders.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’re not going anywhere.” He hoisted me up even further until my legs were wrapped around his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I had no clue how I’d managed to speak at all.
“I’m a hungry man who needs to be fed. And you’re the sweetest thing around.” He wrapped his lip around my clit, immediately pulling the tender tissue between his lips.
“Oh. My. God.” I was thrown into a complete moment of rapture, stunned from the number of electric shocks coursing through me like white lightning. Every sound he made was like an animal in heat, and within seconds, my hardened bud was tender from the roughness of his actions.
But I could care less, the pleasure unlike anything I’d imagined. I lifted one arm over my head, slapping my hand against the wall, tangling the fingers of my other in his thick hair. Saying I was lightheaded didn’t cut it. I was lost in a sea of pleasure that I hadn’t known existed. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”
He finally released my clit, dragging his tongue up and down the length of my slickened folds. I tossed my head back and forth the second he darted his tongue into my tight channel. Then I heard myself laughing, then moaning, my toes curling from the intensity of his actions.
Panting, I noticed both Cristiano and Hunter had finally removed their clothes, not so patiently waiting for their turn by the stern expressions on their faces.
I was allowed to bask in their ruggedness until my vision became too fuzzy from the rapture.
“Mmmm… So sweet. Nectar of the gods,” Cain murmured, then buried his head in my wetness. He was an expert at what he was doing, bringing me close, then pulling back.
I laughed nervously, my heart thudding against my chest. My toes were curled as the first hint of a climax tickled my senses. It was incredible someone could bring me to this point with his mouth alone. I clenched my eyes shut, bucking hard against his hold.
Cain growled and dug his fingers into my hips. “Come for me, little pet. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
The deep rumble of his voice and heated breath against my wetness was all that was needed. He sucked on my clit once again, and I erupted in a powerful orgasm. No vibrator could do what this man was doing to me, pushing every button, driving the rest of my inhibitions aside.
“Yes. Yes! Oh, yes!” My cries were bedraggled and there was no sense in opening my eyes. There was no chance I could focus on anything.
Yet I heard the other two hungry men and their labored breathing. It wouldn’t be long until they returned to take possession. Wasn’t this every girl’s fantasy? Three men?
I bit back another cry, fighting to keep my mind intact as another orgasm swept through me. This time, my scream was little more than strangled syllables, the ecstasy so intense.