41. Max
CHAPTER 41
MAX
I turn on the music, a sensual song with a good beat, which is always my favorite. It’s easy to feel the melody as it plays. The lyrics start and I close my eyes letting it flow through me. I can feel their eyes on me as I move, swinging around the pole. The music grounds me because I feel unpracticed and unsure in a lot of my moves, but I don’t care.
Because the music makes it better.
Along with their eyes on me. The way they want me.
The way they love me.
Despite everything. Through everything. They love me.
I fucking love them. It may be new to all of us and we may not know exactly what we’re doing. I’m sure we’ll fuck this up more than we’ll get it right, but that doesn’t matter because we’re together to deal with it.
I remove the last piece of clothing, tossing it to the side, my back to the pole and I slide down, opening my thighs as I drop down to a squat. I open my eyes as the song starts to come to an end. They all are staring at me, the feral look in their eyes shows how hard they’re holding themselves back from completely mauling me.
That solidifies what a good decision this was, just to prove the control I have. It’ll never be like my old life, they would never do anything to take away my power. They just want to give it to me.
Which is why I’m going to give them this.
The next song starts, and it has a quicker beat, but the blood rushes through my ears, and the only thing I can focus on is the way they’re watching me. Especially as I slide my fingers up the inside of my thighs. They’re all locked on the movement as I ascend up to my core.
I take my time, but once my fingers make contact with the wetness that’s pooled there, I’m unable to continue to tease myself. I’m so worked up from the dancing, their eyes on me and feeling their hardness already when I sat on their laps.
I rub my fingertips over my clit, pulling a moan from my throat, and I drop my head back against the pole behind me.
“You need to quit teasing us, baby girl, I don’t know how much more we can take.”
I slide my finger down pressing into my entrance moaning again at the sensation. But also at the fact that it isn’t enough. My moan turns more into a whimper as I try to grind down against my hand.
“Looks like you need a bit more, killer.”
“Hmm,” I hum, not wanting to end this yet, even if I am borderline desperate to get their hands on me. I don’t want to have to ask. I want them to take. I want to be held down and forced to take all of them. I want it raw, rough, and dirty with them.
“You’re killing us, little one.”
I push another finger in, gasping while pumping them, trying to convince myself it’s enough. It doesn’t work because I know, and they know it’s not.
“Fuck, please,” I cry out, frustrated that I’m not feeling the sting of stretch of them, or the press of their fingers digging into my skin. The bite of teeth, the brutal way they fuck me.
“Please what, baby girl?” Adam grits, and I can tell he’s on the edge as well. I can practically feel the way they’re all vibrating, dying to get over to me, to give me what I want, but don’t want to voice.
“I need more,” I finally cry out, accepting that I can’t do this myself any longer. I do need more. I need them.
They don’t waste any time shooting up, and coming toward me. My face is grabbed in a strong hand, and lips crash onto mine. I know it’s Caine immediately with the way his tongue invades my mouth, taking just like he always does the way I’ll always want from him.
Adam comes up behind me, moving my hair from my shoulder, running his lips up my neck before saying, “You ready to take us all into this perfect body? You going to be able to take it?”
A shiver runs down my spine, but it’s exactly what I wanted for tonight, though the thought still terrifies me. It’s exactly what I wanted. Yet, with the way Caine is kissing me, all I’m able to do is nod.
Caine growls against my mouth before pulling back, and I want to chase after him, but I don’t because he’s looking toward the other guys, like they have some plan they’re plotting non verbally. I want to ask what’s happening but everyone is moving again. Clothes are being shed and I’m not able to form a single thought, let alone words as the glorious expanse of skin, muscle, and dicks are exposed to my greedy gaze.
Caine looks like he was carved from stone with the way his smooth tan skin shows his defined muscles that cover every inch of him. His bright blue eyes don’t leave mine; he’s so intense. So perfect in a way I never knew I needed.
Drew is no different, the way his toned body shows the life he’s lived, he has scars all over, even though some are somewhat covered by the ink that spreads down both arms and onto his chest. But every single inch of him makes him who he is and I wouldn’t change a thing.
Adam’s muscles are covered with all the art decorating his skin, but the definition of his strength is still obvious. Especially since I can see the way his veins run down his arms as he pushes down his pants. “Caine,” he snaps, pulling my attention up. “Grab some lube.”
I half expect Caine to argue with the demand, but he doesn’t. Instead, he goes somewhere I can’t see because suddenly, I’m too focused on Drew’s thick, pierced cock. My mouth waters and I want him in my mouth. He must notice because he hooks a finger under my chin, tilting up. “You look like you want something, little one.”
I lick my lips and nod in response.
Caine returns, and I feel him at my back, pulling my back against his front, dipping his hand down between my thighs. “You’re already so wet for us, killer.”
“Always,” I breathe out, dropping my head back against his shoulder. Though, I keep my eyes locked on Drew, and now Adam’s cocks that are rock hard in front of me, all while Caine dips lower, shoving two of his thick fingers into my pussy. I cry out, already pent up from my own touch, but his is so much better.
“We have to get you ready for all of us, baby girl, come over here and get our dicks nice and wet with that needy mouth,” Adam demands smoothly, and I clench around Caine’s fingers.
He growls behind me, nipping my neck. “You fucking love the thought of that, don’t you, killer?”
I nod furiously, gasping when he pushes his fingers in rougher, and I try to grind against his hand.
“Go ahead, then, get them ready while I get you ready.” He nudges me forward, and I crawl the short distance over to the two men towering over me. The hard floor is tough on my knees, but I hardly notice, completely focused on getting my mouth on both of them.
I kneel in front of them, looking up through my lashes, so turned on, so full of emotion it’s impossible to think of anything other than the way they’re going to feel in my mouth. But before I touch them I have one demand of my own.
“Kiss,” I rasp. “I want to watch you while I swallow both your cocks.”
They groan, and Adam immediately grabs the back of Drew’s neck, slamming their mouths together in that way that’s unique to them. The rough passion of thrashing tongues and biting teeth. I can’t help but think that even though we all have established their feelings toward me, there may be more between them that they refuse to admit. Now is not the time to think about that because as soon as Drew groans, thrusting forward trying to find friction against Adam, I snap.
Leaning forward, I wrap a fist around Adam’s dick, and another around Drew’s, licking the precum already leaking from his tip before running my tongue along the piercings, toying with each rung on the ladder.
I try to keep my eyes upward, continuing to watch the way they kiss each other and shift, pressing my thighs together to try and relieve the ache it’s causing while pumping my fist around Adam and sucking Drew’s length into my mouth.
Drew groans above me, a hand drops to the top of my head, tangling in my hair while his other remains on the back of Adam’s head. I hollow my cheeks, sucking him as deep as I can go, gagging slightly when he reaches the back of my throat.
I pull back, quickly moving to Adam’s doing the same to him while continuing to pump Drew’s cock in my fist, using my thumb to toy with the piercings. He thrusts into my hand while Adam thrusts into my mouth as I suck him deeper.
I remove my mouth, continuing to use my hand on both of them. I look up, fixated on the fact that they’re still kissing and wanting to be in the middle of it, of them. I want to be crushed by them and the strength they both have.
“Get closer,” I instruct, guiding them with my grips on their dicks so they rub together between my hands. They’re completely pressed together, and I open my mouth wide, attempting to take them both in it.
Caine comes up behind me. “You trying to fit them both in this desperate little mouth of yours?”
I nod around the two men while Caine starts to knead and spread my ass. I shift forward slightly for him, and moan. Especially when he presses a lube covered finger against my hole.
“Fuck, little one,” Drew groans against Adam’s mouth as I attempt to take them both into my mouth, but hardly even get past the tip.
Instead, I rub them against each other between my hands, running my tongue along both of them, going between the two, tasting and savoring everything. The unique taste of them, the sounds they make and the feeling of Caine prepping my ass for his abnormally large dick. It doesn’t matter that I’ve felt him there before I don’t think I’ll ever fully be prepared for him, or any of them. Yet, the stretch and pain is what I crave. I crave their sweetness as much as their brutality and I know that’s exactly what I’m going to get.
Especially when both Adam and Drew’s hands tangle in my hair, together, pushing and pulling me, as I work both of them at the same time, moaning when Caine pushes his finger into me, and I clench immediately at the familiar foreign feeling.
“You gotta let me in, killer. You want all of us, let me into your tight little ass so we can fill you up.”
I moan, sinking slightly as my legs grow weaker with need. I relax slightly, letting him push past the ring of muscle and pumping his finger in.
“We’re going to stuff you full, baby girl. You think you can handle it?” Adam rasps against Drew’s mouth.
I nod. “I can take it.”
“I know you can, killer. You were fucking made for us.”
I moan, feeling the added pressure of another finger and I lean forward trying to take both Adam and Drew into my mouth again. They groan above me, and I hear the sounds of them starting to make out again.
A large hand comes down, wrapping around mine, tightening my grip around them. It’s Adam’s as he helps me fuck both of them with both my mouth and hands.
“Fuck, you’re so desperate for us, aren’t you?” Caine grits out behind me and that’s when I notice I’m starting to fuck back against his hand. Seeking more, needing more.
“Mhmm,” I mumble around the two men, dipping down to run my tongue along Drew’s piercings again because I love the sounds he makes when I do that. The pained pleasure that makes me practically feral for him.
Caine pushes another finger in and I cry out, struggling as he fucks them into me, groaning behind me and I squeeze my hands tighter around Drew and Adam who both grunt in response.
“Shit, killer, I need to get inside you. You’re so fucking ready for us,” Caine growls and I nod furiously, wanting that too. Wanting all of them inside me. I know it’ll hurt. I know it’s going to push me to my absolute limits and yet, I’m craving it.
“Please. I want all of you. Use me because I’m yours,” I say, looking at each of them, and it was the last thread they needed because in an instant they’re on me and I can barely register as I’m grabbed, pulled down onto Caine who lays on the floor. My back against his front as he positions his cock at my back entrance.
“No going back, killer. You’re ours.” He starts pushing in and I grapple for anything to grab which only results in me digging my nails into the skin of his forearm that’s banded around me.
It doesn’t matter how prepped I am, or how much lube covers his dick, it’s so much pressure. I gasp as he pushes in deeper and I take it because it’s what I want. I already want more, my pussy clenches around nothing, dying to be filled.
Caine pushes the rest of the way in and I cry as my ass makes contact with his groin. He’s fully seated, groaning behind me.
“You two better hurry because she’s already squeezing my dick like a fucking vice,” he groans.
Adam kneels in front of me and there’s a sheen of sweat already covering his skin, making the tattoos even more prominent, darker, and I want to lick every inch of him.
“You already look so pretty with Caine’s cock buried in your ass. But you’re going to be even prettier once Drew and I are also filling up this little pussy.” Adam smirks, looking down at me.
I gasp. “What?”
“You said you can handle us, baby, time to prove it.” He squeezes my thighs, pushing them further apart and my muscles burn slightly, but as scary as the thought is, I want it.
Especially when he presses his tip to my soaked entrance. His brown eyes look up from the spot where he’s about to push inside, watching my face while he does. My jaw drops as he fills me along with Caine who has just been barely thrusting, just enough to drive me insane.
Adam pushes all the way in, and I moan at the additional sensation. He reaches down, rubbing my clit as he works the rest of his length into me, holding my thighs open with his other hand as I try to slam them shut.
With a final rough thrust he fills me completely and I cry out. Caine thrusts up roughly into me once. “I didn’t think you could get tighter, killer but fuck.”
Adam continues to rub my clit, with shallow thrusts timed with Caine, and I quickly start to lose my mind. My orgasm has been dancing on the edge for what feels like forever.
“You’re going to come for us, we need this cunt soaking wet and then Drew is going to push inside along with mine,” Adam explains, and I yelp as he pinches my clit.
Shaking my head and stuttering, “You-you’re not going to fit.”
“Yeah we are, baby. We’re going to make ourselves fit.” His tone leaves no room for argument.
“You can take it, killer.”
I want to insist that I can’t. That there’s no way, but with the way they continue to fuck into me, and as Adam rubs and pinches my clit, Caine moves up and toys with my nipples. I grind against them, begging for more, though I still don’t think I can take it. When my orgasm consumes me I’m crying, grabbing for anything around me, and moving against them trying to get them deeper, harder, and craving more.
I turn my head slightly to look at Drew who’s been standing there, just watching while pumping his cock in his fist. Somehow, I open my mouth to speak directly to him. “I need you too.”