Chapter 24 #2
"Beasty," Lake growled, twisting so his face was close to mine.
My eyes had adjusted to the dark enough that I could make out the angles of his face, how his mouth set in a hard line.
"We know you love us. Every day you stay just confirms it.
And we love you. I fucking love you. The details mean fuck all to me.
You like hedgehogs or you hate them; you loathe injustices or you want to kick every person you pass on the street; it makes no fucking difference to me.
Because I love you. In any form you come in, any changes that happen as we age. I just love you."
I closed the distance and slammed my mouth on his. He grunted as our teeth clanked together. I'd just speared my fingers through his hair when Joaquin cleared his throat.
Lake cupped the sides of my face and pushed me back just a fraction so he could look to the side.
"Not that I don't think this would be a great party, but we’re all here. Is Beasty ready for an orgy? Because make no mistake, there'd be so many cocks flying everywhere, all of your holes would be filled up and then some."
Atlas laughed, and so did Kim.
Lake stared at me, his ragged breathing skating over my lips.
I wanted him. I wanted all of them.
Yet, after almost dying at the motel, want wasn’t big enough. I craved reassurance that they were alive. That their hearts were beating, and they were mine in a way I’d never had before. In a way no one else had ever experienced.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely a rasp.
Lake took it as a command and ripped the blankets away. He bent, rearranging me with hardly any effort before he gripped the back of my thighs and lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist as he nipped my bottom lip and smacked my ass.
I gasped.
“That’s your answer,” Atlas practically growled, his voice coming closer. Then he hummed appreciatively. “Look at that handprint. So pretty.”
Fingers ghosted over the smarting skin as hands tugged my shirt up over my head. My bra was gone in the blink of an eye.
Lake moved his hands up my back, kissing down my chest. I gasped at each little nip and bite. The sting of pain heightening my pleasure before he soothed it away with a wet kiss.
The power and intention in his touch assured me he’d build me high, but always catch me when I fell, making the descent as thrilling as it was torturous.
A broad hand grabbed my chin, forcing my head to the right. My eyes fluttered open right as Atlas descended, catching my lips in a fiery kiss that was just as much a tease as it was a promise.
I groaned, as fingers roamed from my side up to my breasts, caressing, gripping, pinching. They were so confident and demanding that I knew it had to be Joaquin. He was always so careful with me, but right now, he took what he wanted while making sure he gave me what I needed.
An escape.
Then there was the sweet, fluttering touch from Kim. It was like he injected all of his love into the way he worshipped my body, leaving a delicious warmth in his wake.
That’s what they were doing. All of them. Worshipping my body in a way that only they could. It was crazy, but I knew exactly who each hand belonged to because they each loved me differently, just as I loved them.
Yet, I needed all of them like the very air in my lungs.
There was so much sensation, too much feeling, I…I was lost in the haze of pleasure.
Lake set me back on the bed, ripping my pants and underwear down my legs as he stepped back.
“Kim,” Lake said. His face was set in dark determination as he left the bed, opening a gap for the others to fill. He crossed his arms and dropped his chin, watching me with unblinking focus. I’d think he was angry if it wasn’t for how his dick stood up in his pants. “Eat her.”
Kim’s hot gaze locked on my body, making me feel like the goddamned goddess he called me. He didn’t answer Lake, didn’t even acknowledge that he heard him at all except for climbing off the bed and moving to the foot.
He slid his hands around to the front of my thighs, and yanked me to the edge. I gripped the covers, dragging them with me as tingles erupted over my body.
But I wasn’t cold. Far from it.
I was scorching, aching in anticipation.
Exposed to the men I loved in a way that I never had been before. Each of my boys was aroused and focused on me.
I’d never been the center of attention. Not like this. It was heady. Addictive. Branding.
Like the mere touch of their gazes stamped their ownership on my body.
Atlas stripped out of his shirt and moved to his bag, searching for something. Joaquin took a spot opposite Lake, unbuttoning his shirt while never looking away.
I started to turn to Lake, but Kim’s hot breath fanned over my pussy, pulling my attention back to him.
He hovered so close, his lids drooping seductively, almost shielding his eyes with his dark, inky lashes, yet I knew he could see me perfectly.
“I love you, Beasty,” he said softly.
My heart melted, and I curled toward him, reaching a hand down and feathering my fingers over the side of his hair.
Then he sucked my clit into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the sensitive bud. I mewed an embarrassing noise, but I couldn’t hold onto that feeling as my eyes rolled back in my head.
The pleasure Kim gave me was sweet and drawn out, exactly how I expected him to want to please me. He watched me the whole time with bright eyes half-hidden, like he was waiting for something.
“Tell him.” Lake’s voice was harsh as he trailed two fingers from the hollow of my throat down to my nipple. He took the pebbled bud between his thumb and forefinger and pinched. Hard.
I yelped.
“Tell him how much you love what he’s doing to you, Beasty,” Lake demanded.
Bucking against Lake’s highhandedness wasn’t even a thought in my mind. Kim was amazing and he needed to know it. I wanted to tell him how much he pleased me.
Pushing Kim’s hair away from his face, I needed to see him more clearly, even as my legs started to tremble in his hold.
“That’s good, Kim. So good. It feels—” I gasped as he dipped down to spear me with his tongue.
He hummed and my fingers curled, pulling on his hair.
“Amazing,” I cried as a wash of heat crashed over my body.
“What a good boy.” Atlas smirked, shifting his gaze between me and Kim, ruffling his hair affectionately as he walked around the bed.
He dropped something onto the mattress above my head, but I couldn’t see it.
I didn’t even register it, too intent on watching when he returned to Kim’s side, petting his hair with one hand and working his pants open with his other.
I bit my lip, wanting so badly to see every part of Atlas.
At the simple praise and touch, all the gentleness Kim granted turned vigorous.
“Oh fuck.” I pressed my palms against my eyes, sweat breaking out over my skin. “I’m close.”
“Stop Kim,” Lake barked.
He froze, his fingers digging into the fleshy part of my thighs while never pulling back.
“Whose cock do you want first, Beasty?”
“What?” I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the hot vision of Kim hovering over me as his tongue started to move gently against my opening.
“How many is what Lake meant to say,” Joaquin murmured.
A low moan slipped from my throat.
“Whose cock do you want?”
He was asking me? I couldn’t answer that. I wanted them all. I wanted…
“If you don’t choose, we’ll start without you.” Lake nodded to Joaquin, pulling a dark sensual chuckle from Atlas.
With a smirk, Joaquin crawled onto the bed from my right, his pants undone and his livid cock sticking out of the band of his underwear. I almost reached out and touched him, but the bed dipped on my left.
Atlas planted his knees wide, tracing the side of my breast. His pants were gone and his hard cock jutted straight toward Joaquin.
“Show her how good you can suck dick, lover.” He gripped the back of Joaquin's neck, guiding him down.
Joaquin turned his head to catch my eye. He shot me a quick wink, then opened his jaw wide, nearly taking all of Atlas in the first go.
“Holy shit.” I tried to squeeze my legs together to stop the insane throbbing, but Kim was still there. Only now he was forcing my legs open instead of holding them up.
Atlas’ head fell back and his lips parted on a ragged exhale.
Why did they make the most delicious picture? These two men, they were works of art, and they knew how to put on a show.
Kim’s tongue swiped up the center and I whimpered. “So wet, Beasty, you taste so fucking good.”
I was so primed from the porn happening right in front of me, one more lick and I’d break apart.
“Kim!” I shouted, curling my fingers around Joaquin’s and Atlas’ thigh.
“You want Kim’s dick?” Lake asked like he hadn’t asked me a few minutes ago.
Atlas palmed the back of Joaquin’s head and pushed down until Joaquin gagged. He grinned as his desire warred with satisfaction, like he loved holding this power over Joaquin.
What was I thinking? Of course he did. It was all a power game with Atlas.
After several long seconds, he let up. If I expected Joaquin to be angry, I’d have been wrong. He gripped the base of Atlas’ giant cock and bobbed harder, his cheeks hollowing out from the force of the suction.
“Kim’s cock. I need it. Him.” I was babbling, but I was so turned on I could hardly stand it.
There must have been some gesture, some sign to move. One minute, I was empty and throbbing, writhing in need, and the next, the warm head of Kim’s cock was sliding through my wetness.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whispered, my eyes still glued to the glorious sight before me.
Kim sank inside me.
I groaned as he started to thrust, setting a steady, hypnotizing motion. But as my need heightened, I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.
Ghosting my fingers over Atlas’ taut hip, I closed my other hand around Joaquin’s cock, pulling him completely out of his briefs. He was so hot, the skin so velvety, I could hardly stand the desire pulsing inside me.