Chapter 9
Nine
Harper
I’m in overdrive. My mind. My breathing. My arousal. It’s all too much and somehow just right.
Whitney has two massive cocks inside her, and I need to see. As I crawl down Cruz’s body, I check her face to make sure she’s okay. There’s a slight crease between her brows, but her body is relaxed.
Beau stares at the spot where they’re connected as he slowly rocks his hips into Whitney. My mouth drops when I see how stretched her pussy is.
“Does-does it hurt?” My hand reaches out, but I stop it in midair. Beau pulls out almost to his tip and pushes back in.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” she mumbles into Henry’s chest.
Beau runs a hand down her spine to catch her attention. “Darlin’, Harper asked you a question. Are you in any pain?”
“No. Fuck no. Oh god. So good, Harp. So fucking good.”
Hands grab my waist as Cruz pulls me back onto his lap. “It’s your turn, pretty girl. Think you can handle the piercing?”
“If Whitney can handle all that, I think I can handle you.”
“We’ll see.” With a devious smile, he flips me on my back and hovers over me. His hard cock notches my entrance, and I feel the coolness of his jewelry. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I thrust my hips up, urging him to continue. With a growl, he sinks into me. The piercing feels foreign, but his entire penetration feels different from anything I’ve ever felt. “Fuck, Cruz.”
“Does it feel good?” Whitney reaches over and takes my hand. “You look beautiful, Baby.”
“I-I feel his piercing. It feels… Oh fuck right there. Holy shit. ” Whitney and I hold hands as the guys take charge of our pleasure and theirs.
Moans of ecstasy flood the room. Whitney has had no less than three orgasms when Henry finally grunts his need for release.
“Fuck, I can’t hold out any longer.” His thrusts turn frantic, and Beau holds onto Whitney to keep her from bucking off him.
“Eyes on me, Harper.” My attention snaps back to Cruz, who takes a nipple into his mouth, keeping eye contact with me. His blue eyes swim with naughty thoughts. I’m struggling to concentrate on him with Whitney squeezing my hand. I glance at the commotion that starts next to me as Henry pulls out of Whitney, and Beau repositions her. She’s now on all fours with Henry… What is Henry doing? He moves out from under her and spins to crawl back between her legs. Is he? Whitney’s moan of satisfaction confirms my suspicion. He’s eating her out while Beau pounds into her doggy style.
“That’s so fucking hot.”
Cruz glances at the scene next to us. “You like that?” He pulls out and flips me over. I swear these guys are superhuman. When he thrusts back into me, it takes my breath away. This angle is different. Deeper.
His strong arm wraps around my midsection, and he pulls me flush to his chest.
“Beau.” One word is all he needs to understand what Cruz wants. He bands his arm around Whitney and holds her up to his chest, mirroring our position.
She looks pleasantly exhausted. Her flushed skin has a sheen of sweat, and I’ve never seen her look more beautiful.
Cruz and Beau shift closer, their thighs butting together, and Henry flips to his stomach. I have no idea what’s going on, but in the positions we’re in, Whitney and I are just along for the ride. Henry maneuvers himself between us and leans to the left to lick my clit. I’m so sensitive, but it feels too damn good to complain. While he licks me, he plays with Whitney’s clit with his fingers. This man is talented.
My breathing increases as Henry’s tongue brings me closer to orgasm. I’m right on the edge when it’s ripped away. Cruz grabs a handful of Henry’s hair and pulls.
“Don’t let her come yet. Go tease Whitney.”
“Noooo,” I whimper. I should be embarrassed, but I’m too keyed up to care. Cruz’s piercing hits me in all the right places inside, but every time I get close, he moves. I thought he was just shifting at the worst times, but I get the feeling he knows exactly what he’s doing.
The back-and-forth teasing goes on for longer than I can count. My body is rung out. If I didn’t know better, I’d think Whitney was asleep, but her moans still float through the air.
“Please,” I beg. “I need to come. Please let me come.” I’ve never been so desperate for release. Henry hasn’t directly touched my clit for a while, knowing how much he’s torturing me. One swipe is all it will take me to detonate.
Henry kneels up to my height, and tears prickle my eyes. My body is on sensory overload, and him being in front of me means he isn’t at my pussy making me come.
“You want to come, beautiful?” His beard brushes my chin as his seductive words whisper across my cheek.
“Yeees.” It’s a whine. A needy, desperate word because I want nothing more than to come.
“I bet we can make her come without touching her clit again. Are you up for the challenge, Cruz?”
“Fuck yes,” Cruz grunts out, his voice heavy with lust and exertion.
Henry descends my body and sucks one nipple in his mouth while twisting the other. Seconds. It takes seconds of nipple stimulation and a shift in Cruz’s hips before I’m convinced our neighbors will be calling the cops with the scream that rips its way through my vocal cords. It’s carnal and loud. The orgasm is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
Henry moves, but I don’t see it; I feel it. I can’t see anything. Darkness and white fireworks explode in my vision. Whitney’s equal sounds of animalistic screaming erupt into the room, and we’re both coming loud and long. It feels never-ending.
I’m done. Every nerve ending in my body feels like it’s been through a rock tumbler.
Cruz’s lips find the base of my neck, and he sucks and growls into me. His cock twitches as he finds his release. Next to us, strings of expletives pour from Beau’s mouth as he comes.
Feeling like I’m floating, I’m gently laid on the bed. As soon as Whitney joins me, I curl into her, wrapping my arms around her chest and inhaling deeply into her strawberry shampoo. She’s been through more than I have but looks happily blissed out.
“I love you, Whit.”
“Love you too, Harper. So tired.” Her words are muffled as she drifts off to sleep.
“Not so fast, little ladies. We need to clean you up. I wish the shower was big enough for all of us, but it looks like it will only accommodate two at a time.”
How does he know that?
With great effort, I peer over my shoulder and see three sexy men staring down at us. I didn’t even feel them leave the bed. Cruz offers me his hand, and I shake my head.
“Harper,” his tone warns.
“Not me. Whitney first. She needs it more.” I release her from my hold, and Cruz reaches over me, lifting her into his arms bridal style. She immediately curls into his chest in her exhaustion. “Take care of her.”
Cruz nods at me, and I watch them disappear out the door. Beau and Henry lay in the bed, sandwiching me between them. I’ve never been so happy with our bed setup. We have the two standard twin beds pushed together with enough toppers that it feels like a king bed, and with the activities that just occurred, the huge bed was needed.
“Relax, Harper. They’ll be back soon enough. Let us help you while we wait.”
“I don’t think I can get any more relaxed than I already am.” Beau proves me wrong when he rolls me onto my back and strong, callused hands massage my shoulder blades. It feels incredible on my stressed-out muscles. I hadn’t realized how tight they had become.
Henry bends my knee and massages the sole of my foot. “An edged orgasm that strong causes as much tension as it releases. Aftercare is important.”
Soft moans leave me as they massage knots from my muscles I didn’t even know existed. I must drift off to sleep because the dip of the bed as Whitney’s body is laid next to mine startles me.
“Hey, Baby,” she smiles the sweetest smile as she links our hands together. She’s more awake than when she was carried out of the room. “Are you alright? It’s your turn to shower.”
A sigh that rattles my entire body overtakes me. Tears form in the corner of my eyes, and Whitney’s face shifts from contentment to concern.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
“No-nothing,” I hiccup. “Nothing at all.” I’m completely satiated.