Page 15 of Room Twenty-Eight: Her Beautiful Surrender

As we pull into the entrance of my hotel, I half expect them to say thanks but no thanks after my little quasi-confession. I’m shocked when Major opens my door, offering me his hand to step down from the large vehicle, and doesn’t let go as we walk inside together. Diesel doesn’t take my other hand; instead, I feel his hand wrap around the nape of my neck as his lips kiss my temple with a gentleness I didn’t expect from him.

My eyes lower when I sense the stares of the people in the lobby as we pass. I can only imagine what they’re seeing. It’s not like these men can hide their celebrity status, but me? I’m a nobody. It won’t be long before rumors circulate and my picture is plastered everywhere.

Cecily is going to get one hell of a kick out of the turn of events. Especially if she sees my face in some rag mag.

“You don’t have to come up with me,” I say as we stand, waiting on the elevator.

I feel Colton’s body heat from behind as his hands land on my waist. His whispered words are warm and light me up from the inside. “That’s the beauty of choices and freedom. We know we don’t have to; however, we want to. We want you. Always.”

I don’t speak after that; I wouldn’t even know what to say. They’re nothing like I imagined they would be, nothing like what I’m used to with men.

The elevator ride up is quiet, the mirrors in the compact car highlighting every angle of the people inside, and what I see takes my breath away. Major stands stoically beside me, his thumb caressing the inside of my wrist with his eyes closed like he’s overwhelmed. Diesel faces my side, his eyes roaming across my body like an erotic caress that has me squirming. And Colton stands in front of me, facing the doors, his body tense and rippling beneath the tight t-shirt he’s wearing. Tiny beads of sweat roll down the back of his neck, and I know, I know how gross it is to want to lick up each drop, but it takes every effort and ounce of willpower within me not to.

Last night, I wasn’t able to focus on them the way they did me, and suddenly, that’s all I want to do. I want to be on my knees before these strong, powerful, virile men and worship them in return. I want to show them with my mouth just how much their devotion to my pleasure meant to me.

I’ve never been a yes girl, never had the aching desire to show a man that his needs are more important than my own, but in this case, I just might become one.

As soon as the doors split, I jet through them and run down the hallway as fast as my legs will take me. Reaching my door, I slide the card through the reader and notice their quizzical looks as I slip into the room. Flipping the latch so the door doesn’t close, I strip off my clothes and drop to my knees in front of the king-sized bed, ignoring how the rug burns on my knees as I squirm, waiting for them to enter.

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Diesel

“Rabbits shouldn’t run from wolves…” I damn near swallow my tongue as I push open the door. Asta is on her knees, legs spread wide so we can see the glistening arousal of her pussy. She’s completely nude for us. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit the need I feel crawling up my spine to drop down in front of her and worship every curvy inch of her luscious body.

“Fuck,” Major grunts as I hear the locks engage on the door.

Colt circles around her body, gliding a finger across her jaw as she stares up at him. Her hands are fixed behind her back, jutting out her spectacular tits with their peaked pink cotton candy-tasting nipples.

“What are you doing here, baby?” I need her to spell it out for me. My dick is the head in charge right now, and he’s barely firing on a single cylinder.

Fuck, the way she sucks Colton’s finger into her mouth makes me nearly come in my pants. I squeeze my dick through my clothes until pain registers, and I almost don’t hear her answer.

“You all tasted me last night; I think it’smyturn to savor you.” Her seductive eyes and pouty lips ignite the desire I just suppressed.

I watch as Major strips down to nothing, his meaty hand stroking his big dick with a roughness she’ll never be able to achieve. And fuck me if I think that’s not even what we want. Our lives are hard-hitting, action-packed, and filled with aggressive energy almost 24/7. With this sweet girl, when she touches us, I know I want gentle from her. I want to bask in her feminine power.

The way we fucked into her last night, that was a fucking dream come true, but it reminded us today that she’s also an elegant flower to be treasured.

“Taste him,” Colt encourages her as Major steps closer. She licks her lips and stares up at him with worship in her eyes.

Goddamn.

We are going to give this woman the world. Treating her like the queen she is and fucking her like the whore she surrenders to us as.

The pink of her tongue makes me groan as it flicks out to lick the drop of liquid oozing from Major’s cock slit. Her moan is erotic and fills my balls with cum.

Colton strips his clothes off behind her as I sit on the edge of the bed next to her. Removing my shirt, I bring her hand to my chest. Leaning forward, I murmur in her ear, “Mark me, baby. Make me yours.” Her sharp little nails dig into my pectoral muscle as she rakes her hand down my torso, scratching across my flesh and eliciting a hiss from my throat. What I wouldn’t give to have her teeth doing the same to my cock.

“Jesus.” I glance up to find Major’s head pitched back on his shoulders, eyes closed, and mouth dropped open. His entire body is tense as Asta works her mouth up and down the length of his shaft.

“Does he taste good?” I whisper in her ear, licking the shell before biting the tender flesh. A moan rises from her chest, and I can almost feel the vibrations in my dick. Wrapping a hand around her throat, her eyes cut to the side, a question lingering. “Tilt your head back farther,” I instruct.

Glancing at Colt, he nods, understanding what I want to do. Placing a hand on the back of her head, Colt pushes her forward as I do the same to Major. “Take him all the way down your throat, baby.” Panic enters her eyes, and she stiffens until Major reaches forward and strokes her hair.

“So fucking good, sweetness. Swallowing me up like a good little whore.” She whimpers at Major’s praise. “That’s it, baby, swallow, keep going.” She’s past her point of comfort, but we forge on anyway.

“Such a good girl for us. Taking all that dick on your first try.” I kiss along her jaw, my hand stroking along her tender neck. When I squeeze around the bulge in her throat, Major curses, and she panics a bit more. No air is making it into her body. “Calm down, slut; breathe through your nose. There you go, good girl.” Kissing the corner of her mouth, she relaxes as Major slides deeper into her esophagus.

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