19. Chapter Nineteen #3
A mouth wrapped around my clit again, distracting me from the minor pain in my foot as fingers—bare this time—entered my core. “Please,” I whimpered, pain forgotten.
“So needy for us.” Jason chuckled.
Fingers plucked at my hanging nipples, pulling and tugging on them.
“Ahh,” I moaned breathily. “I need—”
“We know what you need, little lamb. And you were told to stop speaking,” Marcos said, his mouth leaving my cunt just long enough to chastise me.
I whimpered as he dove back into my dripping pussy with passion, licking and nipping at my cunt, making me moan more.
Liquid was poured over my backside, startling me and making me jump as fingers massaged my ass, pulling the globes apart to expose my hole. My skin was warmed from the flogging, hot to the touch as the cool liquid—lube I assumed—was poured over me.
Fingers probed at my ass, entering slowly, as the fingers in my cunt swirled in a circular motion, rubbing me throughout.
Nico’s cock pressed against my lips again and I quickly swallowed him down.
There was too much happening, too much to keep up with, so I let my mind go blank and focused on giving Nico the best blow job I could.
My ass was scissored open slowly, one finger, then a second, working my hole. I gasped around Nico’s cock, his hands gripping my face to hold me where he wanted. He began thrusting his hips, fucking my face leisurely—a slow rolling tide he was building toward.
I was breathless and barely able to keep up, vaguely running my tongue along him as he used my mouth for his own pleasure. The fingers in my ass retreated as a small silicone plug was pressed in, popping into place behind my ring of muscle, held in place by my body.
I groaned as my body adjusted to plug.
“So fucking sexy for us,” Jason murmured.
Marcos swirled his tongue around my clit again, pressing his fingers back into my g-spot, circling them as he applied pressure. It was like a fucking honing beacon to my orgasm, a damn button to press whenever they wanted to make me come.
And come, I fucking did.
Screaming a keening wail around Nico’s cock, I cried out as waves of pleasure rocked my body, making my shake and shiver.
“That’s two, darlin’.” Jason chuckled.
They were counting my damn orgasms?! My mind blanked out. Is that what they meant by five?
Marcos pulled his fingers out of my core, as Nico’s grip on my face tightened and he began thrusting harder into my throat, gagging and choking me.
I sputtered around his cock, spit dripping from my mouth.
Nico groaned deep in his chest as he only fucked my face harder, each thrust pushing my body backward, only for his hands to pull me forward again, a fucking pendulum for him to use. “God damn, your fucking mouth.” Nico grunted in time with his thrusts.
I was helpless to it all, as Nico pounded into my throat.
“So. Fucking. Good.” He moaned softly before his cum coated my tongue, he pulled out painting my face with his load. Thankfully the blindfold covered my eyes, because he made sure to get his cum everywhere .
I swallowed what I could, but was left panting and painted, in the wake of his pleasure.
My guys didn’t give me a moment of reprieve, though. They immediately began unknotting the rope holding my ankles to my ass, only to reposition my legs, while massaging them and folding them under my body—pulling them straight, like I was trying to touch my toes.
I moaned softly, as my body was repositioned.
I was pulled up, so I was sitting up with my back straight.
My arms were untied from my torso, then pulled above my head and retied to the suspension ropes.
“Such a good girl for us, Maya,” Marco murmured into my ear as his hands tied me where he wanted me.
My legs were pulled apart and a warm body stepped between them. The feeling of floating—because I actually was—was overwhelming. My head listed to the side before a calloused hand wrapped around my jaw and angled my face so he could capture my lips in a wet and slopping kiss.
Our tongues tangled together. I moaned into his mouth, still unsure of who was between my legs and kissing me.
“God damn,” Jason gasped, breaking the kiss. “You’re so fucking hot.” His voice was gravely, rough and gutted. It sent shivers down my spine.
I was already so fucking close, just the sound of his voice could put me on edge. I whimpered, needing more, needing to come again, but knowing better than to ask for it.
“Shh, darlin’,” Jason murmured. “I’ve got you.”
The warmth and the emotion he poured into that simple sentence made my heart clench in my chest, wrapping around it and squeezing. I had to push it to the back of my mind. I would re-exam those emotions later, when I wasn’t so keyed up.
Jason’s hands slid over my body to my breasts, where he roughly kneaded them, pushing them together and massaging them.
I moaned as tingles shot straight for my core, my pussy clenching.
Jason’s fingers left my breasts, instead they began plucking and pinching my nipples. He tugged and pulled on them, pinched and plucked, punishing them beyond relief.
I yelped and twisted, trying to get away from his methodical torture. Each fucking tug was like a lifeline to my clit—making my pussy throb while trying to clamp down on nothing. I needed something inside me. I needed to be fucked .
“These nipples are so fucking beautiful, darlin’,” Jason crooned. “They’d look fucking hot with some barbells through them.”
I gasped, throwing my head back. I was so fucking turned on and his words only added fuel to the fire. It wasn’t the first time Jason had mentioned wanting to pierce my nipples, but it was the first time I felt like agreeing with him—felt like giving in.
He tugged me again, forcefully pulling my suspended body forward by my nipples.
I cried out, my head thrown back in pain and ecstasy.
“You gonna come, just like this, darlin’?” His deep voice skated up my spine, mixing with the pulling pleasure of my nipples. “Dirty little whore, coming from just having her nipples play with.”
“Ahhh!” I yelled as I came hard, my body shaking as my orgasm rolled over me. Tears pooled beneath my blindfold, as pleasure wracked my body.
“Good girl. That’s three,” Jason murmured. He finally released my aching nipples, only to step back, leaving me to hang and swing in the cool night air.
My chest heaved as I caught my breath. I was so utterly blissed out, I didn’t even know what day it was, let alone cared.
I felt like I was flying—high through the sky—a million miles from home. There was not a care in the world for me.
Hands smoothed down my sides, slowly bringing me back to earth. I tilted my head back, only for it to fall against a hard chest. I moaned softly as a gentle kiss was pressed to the column of my throat. “So pretty, Mi Vida,” Marcos’s deep growly voice whispered in my ear.
I smiled lazily. I could get used to this praise. These men already owned my heart, but damn were they burrowing into my soul too.