Page 16 of Beautiful Delusions

“Show off,” I mutter and smirk. Not more than a few moments later, hands drag me beneath the surface. I buck, bubbles streaming from my mouth as I scream. My assailant manages to stay out of sight by the ink spill my darkened blue hair creates around my face. Kicking upwards, I manage to inhale a full breath before those hands are on me again. Tugging on my feet, another set of arms band around my middle. A solid erection presses against the ass of my red bikini, and a third frees my breasts. They’re all here, circling me like sharks. I can’t fight, and in all honesty–I don’t try that hard.

I’m tugged backward, my lungs beginning to burn for air as we reach the edge of the pool, and I’m allowed to surface. My feet scrape the steps until I’m drawn into Kyan’s lap, his arms around my middle acting as a restraint. Ezra pops up from the water, Lucas at his side. The pair of them stride in slow motion style with rivets of water dripping down their abs. They know what they’re doing. Taunting me, seducing me.

I forget all about my exposed breasts until Lucas cups one, causing me to gasp. My nipple pebbles in his hand, Ezra rollingthe other sharply between his fingers. Like sugar and spice, yet again, their approaches are polar opposites, but have the same result. One which Kyan discovers when his hand dips into my bikini bottoms.

“So wet,” he purred, lazily stroking circles around my center.

“Well, yeah,” I reply too breathily. “We’re in a swimming pool.” All three of them chuckle, but I don’t care if they see me blush. Not when Kyan spreads his knees to open up my legs and shifts my bikini aside. Ezra sinks down onto his knees, ravaging my pussy with the expected vigor. Sucking my clit hard, he splays me wide open with deft fingers, his tongue traveling south to eat the wetness from my cunt. Like a man starved, his tongue is relentless. My mewls fill the pool room, bouncing around the dome ceiling. Ezra always seems to be punishing me, and I’m not complaining.

My eyes crack open to find Lucas watching. His all-seeing green eyes are fixated on my face, his hands still working my breasts into a frenzy. I buck against Kyan’s hold, twisting my head into his shoulder. His face greets me there, a strained and desperate kiss passing between our lips. No matter how much these men, these brothers, give me–I need more. More pleasure, more connection. Kyan’s tongue swirls in my mouth in a similar fashion to how Ezra’s circles my channel, digging deeper than any man has before. Whatever he’s searching for, I give to him within a minute of blissful torture. On a strangled cry, I clench, convulse, and cum on Ezra’s tongue, my body only easing when he sits back and licks his lips clean.What are they doing to me?

“You’ve been such a good girl, Feisty One,” Lucas comments. His fingers trail my jaw, his thumb stroking my bruised lips. “So good, in fact, I think you’ve earned some cock tonight.” My heart stills, a shudder running the length of my body. I’m not cold, not with Kyan’s heat pressing into me as solidly as his erection, but goosebumps line my arms regardless.

“I agree,” Kyan adds. “Who are you going to choose, Sophia?” His purr rumbles against my ear lobe before Kyan takes it into his mouth and playfully nibbles.

“Who, err…what?” I struggle to focus. Beyond horny and dripping wet, I couldn’t care less for their mind games. “Not…all?”

“Not quite,” Lucas grins wider than I’ve seen before. “You’re not quite ready for us all yet. Choose who you’d prefer to take you this time. The others will watch.” Flames ignite in my core at just the thought. I know who I want, and his cocky shit-eating grin knows it too.

“Lucas,” I breathe, barely any sound coming out. Kyan doesn’t hesitate, whisking me up into his arms and carrying me into the locker rooms. I catch his gaze a few times, wondering if he’s pissed, and if he is–he doesn’t show it. Untying the bikini straps, he strips me naked, and strokes his fingers over my hip before heading to the wooden bench. Ezra joins him there, and my eyes widen.

“Wait, you mean…here?! As in here, and now?” I ask Lucas as he casually meanders through the adjoining hallway. There’s a swag to his step, a cocky attitude from being chosen first. At some point, I’ll have to inform him the only reason I didn’t choose Kyan was because I’m semi-scared of the piercing rumor.

“Something you should get used to rather quickly,” Lucas says, reaching for my wrists. “Being our pet means we take you when we like, where we like, how we like.” He pushes me a step back into the lockers, pinning my arms above my head. “Consider having the choice as a one-time courtesy. After we’ve fully and publicly claimed you, we won’t be holding back anymore.”

His mouth descends on mine, igniting a heated passion between us within an instant. I wriggle free, my palms instantly pushing against his chest, but not with any conviction. I wantLucas exactly where he is, his tongue invading my mouth and senses. I love the way he tastes; smoky and spicy, even with the scent of chlorine dripping from his auburn hair. I gather all of my strength and shove him away properly this time, panting. "Your brothers are just going to sit and watch?" I swallow hard.

"It's not like they haven't seen it all before," Lucas smirks cockily.

"I know." I duck aside when he tries to grab the back of my neck, using the droplets coating my skin to my advantage. "But this is different. If you're actually, like, entering me," I blush hotter than ever before. All three of them laugh this time, loud and unfazed. Lucas reaches for my waist, pulling himself back flush against me.

"Oh, I'm going to do much more than that to you, Feisty One," he murmurs. "And yeah, they're going to watch it all. They’ll be taking notes on how to make your chest flush, what makes you scream, how beautifully you break." My knees buckle at his words, my arms wrapping around his neck of their own accord to stop me from collapsing. At the same time, Lucas' fingers thread into my wet hair, gently easing my head back.

"Open," he says, his mouth closing over mine again. His kisses are rough, as dominating as the man before me. I'm weak for him, regardless of the fight I gave. Lucas isn't the spoiled asshole I thought. Or maybe he is, but the way my body reacts to him can't be ignored. Fingers slowly play across my shoulders, down my sides to my waist, and then dip between my inner thighs, making me ache with desire.

Moments later, his fingers enter me, and I cry out in ecstasy, welcoming the rush of pleasure coursing through my body. Lifting my leg to grant access, Lucas uses his free arm beneath my ass to lift me higher, caging my body against the lockers. His thrusts become harsher. Crazed. I fight against the tremble in my body..

"Lucas," I whimper into his mouth. My kiss becomes sloppy, distracted, but Lucas naturally takes charge. He knows exactly what he's doing to me. His pace doesn't falter, his palm slamming against my clit. The friction of my back against the cool metal is breathtaking. My hands roam all over Lucas' body, feeling his muscles tense with each movement. His biceps flex, his arm pumping. My nails leave traces along his shoulder blades, his back, his neck. No patch of skin I can reach goes unmarked as I hurtle toward the blinding heat of an orgasm unlike any other.

"Do it," he encourages, and I'm only too happy to obey. As if my body was waiting for permission, trying to block out the stage fright of having two other pairs of eyes watching my every expression. Clenching around Lucas' fingers, he continues until I come back to earth. Lifting his two fingers in the air, he smirks.

"You know the drill." My eyes widen, confused who he's speaking to, until Kyan appears. Dipping his head, those endless onyx eyes remain on me as he sucks the fingers coated in my desire into his mouth. I tremble again, a whimper trapped within my throat. Lucas chuckles against my chest, his hips helping to suspend me in the air. "Sophia likes it when we clean her juices from each other, don't you, baby?"

"As long as it's not your cock," Ezra grumbles from the bench. I can't respond, and luckily, I don't have to. Kyan slinks away, and as I prepare for Lucas to put me down, he tugs at his swim shorts for his dick to spring free.Holy mother of veiny shafts.

"Don't look so surprised. You choose me, remember?" Lucas bites his bottom lip playfully, stroking his dick along my pussy. Between my wetness and the rush of water droplets rolling down my heated skin, my body is ready for him. I moan, my head lolling to the side and giving him all the permission he needs.

Clamping his hands around my ass, Lucas drives into me in one harsh thrust. I scream out, instantly remembering myself.They're all watching, learning, and some stubborn voice in the back of my mind–probably Jazzie’s–doesn't want me to make it easy for them. Locking my arms around his neck, I bury my face into his collarbone.

Those large hands on my ass tighten, giving Lucas enough grip as his pace increases in an attempt to dislodge me. The slapping of wet skin combines with the jingle of the lockers, but not a sound passes my lips. Not until my hair is gripped and thrust backwards. A pained hiss leaves me. I could have bet who'd be there. Ezra glares at me, his blue eyes ice cold and penetrating.

"My brother told you to flush, scream, and break for us. We don't like repeating our orders twice."Orders, my mind relays back. Kyan appears on Lucas' other side, the three of them shoulder to shoulder as I'm fucked, thoroughly and completely. My cunt is screaming for another release, my body trembling as Kyan's large hand slips around the base of my throat. Not squeezing, but there to deliver a message.

Regardless of who's dick is pounding inside of me, regardless of who I chose, they were all going to be my dominators tonight. All prepared to take pleasure from my suffering.

My toes curl as Lucas' mouth closes over my neck, sucking and biting. The sensation, paired with the movement of our groins slapping, is too intense; much more than anything I've ever experienced before. When I'm sure I'm going to pass out, someone's fingers seek out my clit, and I'm lost. The combination of pleasure and pain, the stroking and the biting, is enough to make me see stars explode behind my eyes. Lucas groans in time with my own, his mouth finding my ear.

"You're so close," he whispers, his teeth scraping against my earlobe. "I can feel you shaking. Are you ready to come with me, Feisty?" My body jolts against him as if I've just been electrocuted. That's all I need to tip over the edge, taking Lucaswith me. I feel him swell, but any sudden questions I had of Lucas’ intentions to explode inside of me are quickly diminished. His dick is whipped from me in an instant, those same fingers from my clit replacing him. Pumping two, three long digits at the same punishing pace Lucas has set, I detonate, my teeth sinking in my bottom lip.

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