Uncaged Obsessions (Uncaged Duet #2)

36. Max

CHAPTER 36

MAX

H oly shit. I heard the yelling and got out of the shower quicker than I intended while Caine hung back, probably hoping I would join him again. But I’m not going anywhere, not with this sight in front of me.

Adam and Drew are in each other’s faces, clearly irritated with one another and just like before, I feel like they need to fuck it out. It seems to be their go to and today shouldn’t be any different. One of these days, they’re going to have to talk about their feelings, even if I have to pry it out of them. Until then, this is what they need, so I say it again.

“Kiss.”

Drew challenges Adam and he meets it with fervor, grabbing the back of Drew’s head and slamming their mouths together. Their kisses are always aggressive, rough, and possessive, full of so much need that I can feel it between my thighs.

I’m taken back to the night I directed them with each other and want that again. I want to see them touch each other. To watch them fuck each other. I want to see it all.

“Strip,” I demand roughly, squeezing my thighs together to try and relieve the ache from watching them.

They do as I say, grabbing each other’s shirts and pulling them off, their mouths only parting to do so. They both attempt to shed the other of their pants, fumbling slightly in their haste.

I didn’t even put on panties, just a T-shirt like I normally sleep in, and I can’t help but slide my hand up my inner thigh at the sight in front of me. Especially when they’re both naked, still kissing like their lives depend on it, their rock hard cocks rubbing between their bodies. The silver of Drew’s piercings shine in the low light and I want to feel them again. On my tongue. In my pussy.

I want to touch them while I watch Adam fuck him. I let out a groan at the thought and the way my finger grazes against my clit, feeling how wet I am already.

“Sounds like she likes what she sees,” Drew taunts.

Adam reaches between them, gripping their cocks together, and they both groan. My own sound mixes with theirs as I swipe my clit again, lightly, but enough to send a shot of pleasure down my legs.

“That true, baby girl? You’re liking what you see?”

“I’d like to see a bit more,” I sigh.

“What’re you wanting to see, killer?” Caine’s voice cuts through the moment, and I expect it to be ruined, for the two men to break apart and for this to all be over before it really even started.

But they don’t. They stay standing exactly how they were before, unmoving.

Caine comes up to my side, his chest grazing my arm as he looks down to where my hand is snaked under my shirt. “Oh, look at you. You like watching them, don’t you?”

I suck my bottom lip into my mouth and nod slowly.

“Then, you may want to tell them to keep going. Tell them what you want to see.”

My mouth suddenly feels dry; I don’t know if I can even get the words out, but the three of them seem to be waiting on me.

I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. I close it before trying again.

“I want…” I pause again, forgetting every single word in the English language because all my attention is on the incessant need in my throbbing core that’s dying to be filled. All worries from earlier are gone because in this moment all I care about is how turned on I am and how I need these three to help me take care of that. “I never get to see you fuck each other. I want to watch.”

Adam reaches between them, gripping their dicks roughly. “You want to see us fuck, baby girl? We’ll give you whatever you want. Won’t we?”

Drew grunts as he nods. “Anything.”

I look at where they’re standing and then over at the kitchen island, nodding toward it. “There.”

“Be more specific, little one. Tell us exactly what you want to see.”

I look between them. “I want coach to fuck you while I watch.” I finally find my words.

“Thatta girl,” Adam praises, moving them over to the island.

Caine crowds me against the wall while my eyes remain locked on the other two men. “Does watching them fuck turn you on, killer?”

I nod.

“You’re running the show, what do you want me to do?”

I continue to watch Adam grab some coconut oil from a nearby cabinet while Drew leans over the counter. As Adam begins to prep him, I want to touch myself. I want Caine to touch me. I want to be in the middle of them. I want to keep watching, but also be involved. My skin feels like it’s on fire while I wait for whatever is going to happen next and it’s already driving me insane.

“You can touch me,” I breathe out, thinking that he’s going to do just that. But the bastard only teases me.

His fingers slide up the inside of my thigh, slowly, painfully slowly while his calluses scrape against my skin. Even that sensation has me ready to lose my mind at how good it feels.

I feel Caine’s giant body closing in on my space while he continues his teasing touch and I don’t look away from Drew and Adam. Drew’s groans start to fill the air and my own join his as Caine continues to move, and touch, but never where I want him to.

“You want to watch, killer? Let’s go watch,” Caine says, removing his hand from my skin and I whine in protest until he drags me over to the island where Drew and Adam are.

Caine brings me to the other side, so I’m facing them, and he shoves me down roughly, my chest hitting the cool stone, the thin shirt does nothing to lessen the sensation against my skin. Especially since it’s already burning up from the anticipation.

“Looks like you get a front row seat, baby girl.” Adam shifts and I think he’s positioning himself against Drew.

Caine leans down, pressing me harder against the counter, “You’re going to keep your eyes on them while I do whatever I want to you. And you’re going to take it.”

I squeak out a sound of agreement. Or arousal. I don’t know anymore, but I want whatever it is he’s going to do to me. I will do it without taking my eyes off the men directly in front of me. I’m distracted by them, completely entranced by how they’re together. They can say their attraction is purely sexual all they want. That every time they do this it means nothing. I see the truth. The way I feel more for all of these men, I know they feel something for each other too.

Even if they refuse to admit it.

“Such a perfect girl for us,” Caine praises and I’m taken off guard at the softness of his voice. It quickly changes when he’s ripping the shirt off my body and pushing my bare chest against the counter. My already hard nipples turn even harder at the coldness underneath me. I gasp at the sensation and at that same moment Drew lets out a primal groan while Adam thrusts forward.

“Oh my God,” I breathe out, watching both of their faces while Adam pushes inside Drew.

I hardly get a chance to appreciate the sight in front of me before Caine is distracting me by shoving two fingers inside my soaking core and groans.

“So fucking wet, killer. You do really like watching them, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I moan, trying to push back against him to get him to move his hand even harder.

Drew drops his head, but Adam’s quick to grab a fistful of his hair, lifting it up so he’s looking directly at me again.

“Don’t take your eyes off her. Our girl wants to watch, she’s going to get to watch,” Adam insists and I see the smirk lift on Drew’s face.

Caine pulls his hand out before pushing in again roughly, this time not letting up as he fucks into me. “You’re already so wet and ready, killer. You want to take my cock while you watch them?”

I think about fighting him or saying no like I used to. Partly because I know he loves the fight, but also I don’t have it in me to fight him right now. I just want to feel, to watch and to succumb to all the sensations my body is going through.

Caine removes his hand and I protest at the loss, but he’s quick to position the head of his cock at my entrance. I’m trying to push back against him, to force him inside my body, but he holds me still with a strong hand on the middle of my back.

“Look how desperate she is for it,” Caine says, to the other two men. “Watching you guys has turned her into a needy little slut, trying to fuck herself onto my cock.”

“You’re going to look so pretty taking him, little one,” Drew groans.

“Do it. Fuck yourself on him, baby girl. I want to see your face when you take him inside you.”

I moan, “Yes, Daddy.”

Caine grabs a fistful of my hair from behind, yanking me up roughly, and I have to catch myself with my hand on the counter.

“The only name on this pretty mouth is going to be mine as I fill you. You can watch them, you can want them. But when I’m inside you, the only one you’re calling out for is me,” Caine practically growls and I nod against his hold in my hair.

Then he pushes me down again as he thrusts forward, filling me to the hilt and I cry out at the invasion. The initial stretch is as painful as it is pleasurable. I feel a hand grab mine, and I look up to see it’s Drew, clasping our hands together, eyes locked on mine while the men behind us move, fucking us into the hard cool stone. The way we’re connected feels like it’s more than our hands.

The entire moment is heated. It’s raw and feels like so much more is happening here than before. We’re all together even if we’re a few feet away. It’s intimate in a way I didn’t think was possible. The worries from earlier, every other thought about what’s going on in our lives, fades in this moment because the only thing that matters is us. Here. The way it feels and I never want it to end.

Caine angles himself behind me before thrusting in again so hard I cry out, loud enough I’m sure the neighbors can hear me.

“Drew, why don’t you stuff our girl’s mouth so she can’t make so much noise. I’d rather see her make a big mess because she can’t scream,” Adam instructs while delivering his own punishing thrust into Drew causing him to groan.

Drew’s lips quirk as he moves his hand up to my mouth, shoving his fingers in, and I suck them in greedily, giving him a grin around the digits before I bite down. He groans, and I somehow have enough brain power to come up with an idea that the dirty part of me revels in.

Reaching down, I swipe my hand where Caine and I are connected, gathering the wetness seeping from my body. Then, lifting my hand up to Drew’s mouth, I swipe it along his bottom lip.

“One of these nights I’m going to bury my face in your sweet little cunt while you’re sleeping and see how long it takes before you wake up with my tongue buried in your pussy,” Drew says with a feral growl, using his free hand to grab my wrist, running his tongue along my soaked fingers before sucking them into his mouth.

“How does she taste?” Adam asks, while tightening his grip on Drew’s shoulder while he pounds into him.

Drew sucks my fingers so hard it’s almost painful before popping them from his mouth, moaning. “Like the best and worst thing to happen to me.” His eyes lock on mine. “You could ruin my entire life and I would beg you to do it again, little one.”

I gasp around his fingers in my mouth and Caine leans over sinking his teeth into my shoulder while his rhythm intensifies. He snakes a hand between my body and the counter and starts to play with my clit. The shot of pleasure runs through me as my orgasm gets closer and closer with every thrust, every moment that I watch Drew and Adam, feeling connected to all of them like this.

The emotions swirling though me are almost too much. I mumble around Drew’s fingers something I know they can’t hear, and I don’t think I want them to yet. I don’t get a chance to think about it because my release is barreling through me with enough force that I know if Caine wasn’t holding me up, I would collapse onto the floor.

“Fuck yes, squeeze my fucking dick, killer. Let me fill up this pussy so I can watch it drip down your thigh,” Caine groans behind me, slamming into me so hard that I know my hips are going to be bruised from the way the counter is digging into me.

I’m panting as Drew removes his hand from my mouth, gripping the counter as he groans loudly, Adam’s pace punishing and I think he’s close to finding his release.

I manage to speak, though it’s breathy and probably sounds more like a squeak. “Drew, be a good boy and don’t come yet. I want you to come down my throat.”

“Fuck,” Drew grinds out.

“Shit baby, you can’t say things like that, I’m already close,” Adam groans behind him.

Caine grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking me up so my back is completely plastered to his front, and he slams into me to the hilt, reaching the furthest point inside me that has me screaming.

He doesn’t let up, fucking up into me until he’s moaning his own release, burying his face into my hair. “Fucking love the way your pussy takes me.”

It reminds me of what I think he mouthed to me after his fight that neither of us has mentioned. I don’t know if I want to, though I feel like I should.

Before Caine is even finished, Drew is calling out my name with a pained voice, “Max, you better get your perfect fucking ass over here and swallow my cock if you’re wanting me to fill that little throat of yours.”

Caine holds me tightly while his cum coats my pussy, but then surprisingly, guides me over to Drew, keeping our bodies together while he shuffles us to the other side of the counter. Adam says, “Get on your knees like the good little whore you are and suck the cum from this desperate slut.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan. Caine pushes me onto my knees in front of Drew and I don’t waste any time sucking him into my mouth.

Adam fucks him, pushing Drew deeper into my throat. It doesn’t take long before Drew reaches down, holding my head against him with a primal growl and the warm salty taste of him fills my mouth. I swallow quickly around him, trying to get it all.

He lets me pull off him, and before I have any time to adjust, I’m being pushed onto the floor, Adam descending on me, demanding, “push your tits together.”

I do what he says without a second thought. He’s shoving his cock between them roughly, fucking between them in a way that shouldn’t be as hot as it is, and within seconds he’s shooting cum onto my chest and chin as he finds his own release.

I feel like a complete mess. I’m sweaty and covered in cum, both mine and theirs. And yet I don’t think I’ve ever felt better. Especially when I’m lifted in a strong pair of arms, I come close to voicing how I feel. It’s on the tip of my tongue, I’m about to say the words I said earlier that were muffled by Drew’s fingers.

But I can’t tell them I love them, because if I do, then I know it’ll only be a matter of time before it all gets ruined.