Chapter 24 #3
Joaquin moaned around Atlas’ dick as I squeezed, and his cock jumped. Atlas locked his fingers through mine as I started pumping Joaquin, desperately wanting to give him the same amount of pleasure Kim was giving me.
The torturous tension inside me wound tighter with every push of Kim’s hips, until the dam burst and I cried out, milking the hell out of him.
He cursed, yanking himself away from me, leaving a cold blast of air on my thighs.
I barely had enough time to whimper before another hard cock surged into me. This one fatter and rougher.
“Lake,” I sighed, enjoying the stretch. When I opened my eyes, he speared me with hot promises of what was to come.
“Atlas, Joaquin, stop.” It was a guttural command from the one who needed the control.
They pulled apart and Lake lifted me, never once breaking the intimate connection we shared. He settled on the edge of the bed and laid back. In the process, he snagged my wrists and clamped them tight behind my back, angling them so there was a bite of pain.
I let out a small cry and he flexed his hips, groaning.
“I saw the lube. Which one—”
“Me.” Atlas snapped up the bottle of oil that had been above my head, already slathering himself generously as he disappeared where I couldn’t see him.
Cold liquid hit my ass and I hissed through my teeth.
“Shh…This won’t be cold for too long,” Atlas said. I could just imagine his smirk from the excitement in his voice. He probed my ass, sinking one finger inside, then two. When he was satisfied, he withdrew his hand.
Then Atlas’ cock bumped against where Lake was nestled deep inside me. The short reprieve didn’t last long before he was pushing into my ass.
I sucked in a harsh breath. Even though he’d tried to prep me, his fingers were nothing compared to his girth, most especially paired with Lake’s.
Sweat rolled down my spine. I was too full. It was too much. I tried to arch my hips to get some relief but Lake squeezed my wrists together and I whimpered.
“Push out,” he said softly, rubbing my lower back.
I couldn’t. All I could do was pant and dig my forehead against Lake’s shoulder.
“Relax, Beasty. You have to relax.” Joaquin crouched next to my head, combing the errant locks of hair out of my face.
Relax. I could do that.
I nodded against Lake’s chest and Joaquin smiled. “Good girl.” Dipping closer, he pressed his lips against mine. His kiss was soft, almost gentle, like the sweetest praise. Tracing his tongue along my bottom lip, I swore I could taste Atlas on him and I groaned right as Atlas fully penetrated me.
Tingling needles of burning pleasure erupted from my ass up to my nape and snapped back down again.
“Shit,” Kim breathed.
“She looks fucking fantastic like this, doesn’t she, Kim?” Lake asked, tugging my wrists toward my ass and bowing my back.
I struggled to pay attention to their words as I drowned in new sensations.
“Mm-hm.” Kim sounded strangled like he didn’t have any other words.
“But she can take more. Come fill her mouth.”
That I heard, and my chest swelled knowing I was about to have them all in a way I’d never had before.
Kim choked but stepped right up in line with my face. He was completely naked, stroking his angry cock. A bead of precum leaked from the tip.
Leaning over as much as I could from this trapped position, I licked it and he moaned my name.
I loved that sound.
I loved all the sounds they made from Atlas’s rigid breathing, the soft groans falling from Lake every few minutes as if the sensation of him and Atlas working in tandem was too much for him.
Joaquin wasn’t making a sound yet, but he would, because we couldn’t be in this much ecstasy and not include him.
“Joaquin,” I breathed when I pulled back from Kim.
“Yes, Beasty?” He cupped the back of my head.
“You want to jack him off, Beasty?” Lake asked like it was my choice.
I did, so bad, but more than that—“I want him to fuck Atlas while Atlas fucks me.” I needed us all to be connected in such a way where I didn’t know where one started and the other ended.
Just the thought of what we’d look like tangled up together sent a pulse through my pussy. Lake and Atlas both froze and cursed.
“I would love that.” He dripped a kiss on my forehead and disappeared.
I knew the exact moment he breached Atlas because the pressure from Atlas tripled and his cock went farther than I could ever imagine, pulling a collective groan from both Lake and me.
“Fuck,” Atlas cursed.
“Closer, Kim,” Lake ordered, breathless.
He obeyed and I opened my mouth. My sweet, sweet Kim barely had his dick in my mouth before he started savagely fucking me. He used me as the others bottomed-out and retreated in a staggering rhythm. Though with each thrust they lost more of their ability to coordinate.
Soon, we were the giant writhing ball of pleasure I wanted. A cacophony of titillation.
I couldn’t last. I didn’t.
Lost in the sultry scent of our sex and the provocative friction of our lovemaking, I fell over that wild edge into the abyss, screaming my pleasure as I squeezed my guys for all they were worth.
Atlas was second to come. Jerking and cursing as he fell over my back.
Kim went next, spilling his hot seed into my mouth.
Lake released my hands and I pulled them free from between Atlas’ and my bodies.
“Grip my hair, Beasty.” Lake’s voice was urgent and raspy, full of shivering need. “Pull, dig your nails in, just…make it hurt.”
As if in a trance, I followed his orders, tugging his hair and yanking his head back. He arched his hips underneath me.
Joaquin started fucking Atlas hard, jolting the three of us in the process. Guttural cries fell from Atlas as he spasmed over my back. “Too much, too much, too much,” he chanted.
“Ah fuck,” Lake shouted, then he was bucking from below.
Skewered between them, I was unable to do anything but take their thrusts as they took their pleasure just the way they needed.
Lake bellowed his release, grasping my hips so hard I’d have bruises.
Joaquin whimpered as he pistoned his hips two more times, before dropping on top of Atlas.
I opened my eyes and met Kim’s. He’d draped himself over the bed, watching me and petting my face. The room cooled as Atlas and Joaquin flopped to the other side, and Lake slipped from inside me.
I was wrecked. Absolutely spent. But I was happy. I was so goddamned happy, even with all the shit happening around us.
For the first time since I came back, it felt like we were on the same page. Finally.
A snort broke out of me.
“What are you laughing at?” Atlas asked, his voice muffled by the bedding.
“Just that it took an orgy for us to connect like that.” Why hadn’t we done that sooner?
They huffed out ridiculous laughs. Eventually, silence descended again, though I could tell from our breathing that no one was asleep.
"Where do you see yourself in ten years, Beasty?" Kim pulled me to lay next to him. "In a perfect world, what does yours look like?"
"I-I don't know." I thought about it, and it was like my mind was blank.
I'd never looked that far into the future.
Most of my time was spent on the present and how I was going to survive.
But I tried. I closed my eyes and imagined I was in my early thirties.
Kim too, and the guys a handful of years older.
My lips pulled up in a smile imagining how handsome they'd look with silver starting to come in at their temples. With laugh lines starting to crease the corners of their eyes. A bubble of laughter surprised me.
"What's so funny?" Kim plastered a wet kiss on my cheek.
"I was thinking how handsome you're all going to look as you age, then I realized you're Asian. You probably won't age. Maybe not even Atlas. As for the rest of us, I can't imagine that you won't have us on some crazy Korean skincare routines to keep us young forever."
Kim smiled against my cheek as Joaquin snorted. "You hear that, Lake? We're the ones who will have to work hard to keep Beasty's attention."
Lake scoffed. "Didn't you hear? Beasty said she was looking forward to our wrinkles."
"Like I'd ever let any of you get wrinkles." Kim scoffed.
Our laughter was like a balm to my soul as we laid there in the dark.
"What else, Beasty?" Kim prodded.
"I see us all together. Happy. Safe. Not with this constant fear that someone is going to pop out and get us." I sighed, wistfully.
"I like that. That's what I want too. None of the other bullshit matters. The club could burn for all I care," Atlas said with so much conviction, I knew he meant it.
"Same. My biggest fear is that something would happen to you guys. That we couldn't save each other," Joaquin said softly.
Kim squeezed me so tight, I couldn't breathe. "My biggest fear," he whispered, relaxing his hold, "is that someone will take you and we wouldn't be able to save you."
"Not going to happen." Lake was so full of authority it was hard not to believe him. I wanted to. "I will be in a cold, dark grave before anyone steals Beasty from us. Been there. Done that. Don't want the T-shirt."
"No one took me." The words popped out of my mouth before I could stop them. No one took me…But I left them. "I will never leave you all again. I promise." I hoped they heard the certainty in my voice.
"We know, Beasty." Joaquin turned so his head was on my hip. "I love you too."
"I love her most." Atlas sounded smug.
"You watched her the most," Lake clarified. "But to be fair, it would have been creepy as hell if I'd watched her when we were kids."
"Like Atlas wasn't creepy?" Joaquin joked and Atlas swatted the side of his head. “Remember that time he got caught behind the milkshake place?”
We spent the next hour joking, talking about the way things were and how they were going to be. There was no place for hurt or fear. Just five people, a family, enjoying our time together.
All these years, I'd felt so distant, separated. But listening to them razz each other while talking about how I was always there, at the front of their minds, maybe I had just believed what they'd wanted me to.
All I knew was bedding down with the boys like this, it felt right. It felt as if there was never a time when it wasn't us.