Chapter 32
THIRTY-TWO
ELLINOR
Dario hauls his Russian captive to his underground bunker to enjoy some torture time and, I’m sure, to get some of that rage out from hurting his people. He heads down there with his men, and I warn him to be careful. Sonny is far from the condition he needs to be in to be able to torture someone.
The only person he’s torturing is himself.
I think we’re heading back in the morning, which I fought about. It feels too soon to be leaving them all so quickly after we just brought them back to us, but Marcello doesn’t want to risk their lives again, especially after we set their warehouse and product to flame.
Feeling myself coming down from the adrenaline high of the day, I yawn and tell the guys I’m heading to shower. I can’t wait to crawl into bed and sleep late into the morning… mainly to piss off Cello.
I’m planning a quick body wash shower, not bothering to wash my mop of hair, but instead, I decide now is the perfect time to get all hot and bothered over how hot my men are.
? * I let the heat from the water and steam invade every one of my senses. Running my hand down my stomach, I quickly find my swollen cunt practically begging to be touched. Like my pussy has a radar on it—and fuck, it just might, knowing Marcello—the guys come through the bathroom door like hungry wolves looking for their next meal.
Without having to even tell them to sit out there and watch, they automatically do it. I sit on the bench at the back of the shower but turn the water temperature down so the steam won’t fog the glass door. All three of their backs are pressed up against the wall, looking at me, and I relish in it.
Licking two fingers, I bring them down to find my clit again. My moan fills the room knowing their eyes are on my body and they don’t dare look away. I grab the detachable shower head from the wall, flipping the spray to what I like to call the pressure wash setting, and start to tease it up and down the side of my pussy. No one can tell me this wasn’t put in this shower for this exact activity.
I look up at the three sets of eyes that are still locked onto mine and demand, “Cocks out, now.” I’ve never seen grown men strip out of their pants so fast. “You’re all greedy little fucks tonight, aren’t you?” They don’t even acknowledge me talking, too busy throwing their pants up against the door.
They all have their cocks gripped in their hands, and I take my time ogling each one.
Marcello’s perfect length and girth with the Jacob’s ladder.
Zamir with his equally perfect cock made even better with the piercing that adorns his foreskin at the top—the icing on the cake.
Then there’s Nash and his goddamn pringle can of a cock, and I genuinely wish that was an exaggeration. And fuck me, does he know how to use the thing. I look at it, and then at Zamir, wondering how in the hell he handled taking that thing.
I take this opportunity to instruct them through a new fantasy I’ve been thinking about but I’m certain will be a bit confusing. “I want those pretty cocks in mouths.” They all look at each other, confusion lining their features. “Circle jerk, criss-cross applesauce, heads in laps. Now!”
Again, they’re moving at lightspeed, scooting their bare asses into position. Once they’re seated in position shaped in a little triangle, they look like they’re about to summon the devil herself up here. They look up again for more guidance.
“Yoga time! All of you lean to the left and get those fat cocks in your mouths.”
It feels way too erotic watching them all suck each other off, but I didn’t want one of them to be left out.
I’d say I’m very thoughtful.
That is, if I let them come right away… We’ve all had a stressful day, to say the least. I figure I shouldn’t torture them too much. And with that thought, I drag the shower head spray directly over my needy clit, gasping when it lands on it.
“Fuck I forgot how good a shower head can hit.” A shower head or pillow was a gal’s best friend once I learned what masturbating was.
My parents’ water bill surely suffered…
I let my head fall back against the shower tile behind me and just bask in the sounds coming from outside the shower.
My personal show.
My three men.
These three men took over every aspect of my life, whether I liked it or not.
And that thought is what has me shoving two fingers into my soaking cunt.
I hiss, “Fuck yessss.”
Nash pops off Zamir’s cock, and whines, “I don’t like not being able to see you, Mi Amor. ”
“Well, if you would shut that filthy mouth of yours up with his cock and finish him, then you could watch after.” After those words leave my mouth, Zamir moans as Nash sucks him back in, and Marcello reacts with a groan to what I’m only assuming was Zamir’s noises.
I love it.
I love that they’re comfortable enough to let go and give into their aching desires with one another.
Curling my fingers gently, I lightly tap on my G-spot, immediately sending the heat of desire down through my legs. Zamir is sucking Marcello like his life depends on it, and if the animalistic noises coming from Cello are any judgment of how good it feels, I’m truly missing out while being in this shower.
“Keep those moans and whimpers coming. They feed me,” I get out in between my own gasp of pleasure.
I can feel my core tightening. I’m trying to hold off my orgasm as long as I can, but my body is craving the release. I start to pump my fingers in and out, up and down slightly, hitting the spot I know will have me toppling over the cliff any second. The water has gone cooler, and the temperature difference compared to my hot, swollen pussy is what finally pushes me from the top.
“I’m co-coming,” I grit out as my core muscles seize up.
Coming down from my blissful post-orgasm high, I see all three of their heads moving at a sickening pace. “Come for me. Fill each other’s mouths, and don’t you dare swallow.”
One by one, they’re groaning out their orgasms and filling one another’s mouths.
I climb out of the shower, soaking wet but not giving two shits, and lay my head down in the middle of their summoning circle. Tilting my head back, holding my tongue out, I make my final request, “Give me it. Every last drop.”
And one by one, they let the cum drip into my waiting mouth, and once the salty mixture is down my throat, I praise, “Good boys.”
* ? CHXSE - Chase Atlantic