Chapter 51
Andilyn
“You assholes better not have started without me.” Briggs barrels into the room, panting from exertion as he places both baby monitors on the dresser.
I can see why he’d draw that conclusion.
Raiden is bare-chested, and the first one within his line of sight.
When Briggs’ gaze travels across the rest of the room, finally landing on me, a mischievous grin etches itself across my face.
Deciding to finally test Briggs’ restraint, I’m dressed in nothing but Raiden’s white dress shirt, completely bare beneath it.
He takes me in from head to toe, his tongue dragging across his bottom lip and making shivers dance across my skin.
I can vividly recall how it feels to have that very tongue tracing every inch of me.
“You wanna play, Angel?” Briggs whispers seductively, his obsidian eyes turning impossibly darker as he stalks towards the bed. “I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” He makes a tsking sound, shaking his head back and forth.
“Just to be clear, if this is happening, we aren’t fucking you hard and fast, Butterfly,” Dayton interjects, damn near making me pout.
I’m so desperate for them to touch me, I’d agree to anything at this point.
“There’s four of us and only one of you.
We take this slow. Your body’s still healing, and I refuse to cause you any pain. ”
“Oh, she’ll be hurting,” Briggs objects.
“But not in the way you think. I believe I warned you about wearing any of their clothes in front of me. Didn’t I, Angel?
” He climbs behind me on the bed, peeling the fabric from my body with slow precision.
My nerve endings feel exposed, causing tingles along my spine.
Once I’ve been divested of Raiden’s shirt, he places barely there kisses along my shoulder blades.
The sound of something ripping makes me spin my head around, my jaw falling open when I see that Briggs has torn the shirt in half.
“Was that really necessary?” Raiden deadpans. Briggs responds by flashing him a wicked grin.
“You tell me,” he mumbles, tugging my arms behind me and securing them with the scraps of fabric. It forces my tits out, making the guys groan.
“Definitely worth it,” Col mumbles. Next, Briggs grabs Raiden’s discarded tie from the floor, covering my eyes with it. The silk material is light against my skin, but I’m completely blind to what’s happening around me.
“Feel okay?” Briggs asks, lightly skating his fingers up and down my arm.
I nod, licking my suddenly dry lips. “Lie back, Angel. Tonight, you’re going to take whatever we decide to give you, and say thank you afterward.
” I do as instructed, my heart racing a mile a minute.
There’s no time to be self-conscious about my body.
I’m too keyed up, the anticipation of what’s to come making my breaths saw in and out of me at a frantic pace.
“Breathe, minha luz,” Raiden instructs, placing his palm directly over my thundering heart.
“Let us love you, baby,” Dayton whispers, his tongue tracing the shell of my ear.
I focus on calming myself–both body and mind.
It’s indescribable, the way my other senses have been heightened after being robbed of one.
A featherlight touch is placed against my inner thigh, while someone else drags a finger between my breasts.
Each one feels like lightning, the buzz of electricity beneath my skin growing to an unbearable level.
The rustling sound of fabric is more noticeable as they move around one another, giving me a faint idea of where they are, just not who they are.
Finally, my legs are parted, a body wedging between them as a hot, wet path is licked from my entrance to clit.
My back bows off the bed, a deep groan spilling out of me.
“More,” I plead, wishing I could grip the hair of whoever’s eating me like I’m the death row meal they’ve been fantasizing about.
“Do you need something to keep you quiet?” Col whispers.
More shuffling sounds as I’m lifted to a seated position, my legs thrown over a set of shoulders as they continue plundering my pussy with their tongue.
Fingers tease my entrance, slowly working their way in, fucking me nice and easy to prep my body for what’s to come.
My hair is fisted, tilting my head to the side, the tip of someone’s cock tracing my lips.
Instinctually, my tongue licks out to taste the precum left behind.
Leaning forward, I part my lips and grant them entrance.
The thickness of the person working their way to the back of my throat leads me to believe it’s Dayton.
When my lips are resting against the base of his shaft, I nearly panic from how constricted my breathing is.
“Breathe through your nose, minha luz,” Raiden coaxes, his thumb stroking my hardened nipple.
When oxygen finally fills my lungs, my muscles loosen, allowing Dayton to pull back out before thrusting forward again.
He holds himself still, forcing me to swallow.
His groan of pleasure is decadent. I swirl my tongue around his tip when he withdraws again, but my thoughts are shattered when someone lightly bites my clit.
I jolt, on the verge of coming when the weight between my thighs disappears, leaving me desperate for one of the others to fill the space that’s just been vacated.
Dayton slips free of my lips, my pants overly loud in the sudden silence.
A hand on my shoulder urges me to lie back, and I happily oblige.
I’m jerked to the end of the bed, my legs hooked over a set of arms as they stroke their cock through the slickness coating my pussy.
I moan, canting my hips to try and force them inside of me.
A sharp sting makes me gasp as someone pinches my clit, reminding me that I’m not the one in control.
I’m completely at their mercy, my release being granted if or when they deem it’s allowed.
I calm myself once again, my muscles loosening as I patiently wait to be filled.
“Look at you, obeying so beautifully,” Dayton voices huskily, my compliance being rewarded as the cock teasing my entrance finally begins to fill me.
I whimper, my chest heaving as they bottom out.
They fuck me nice and slow, building me up to something explosive, and just when I’m seconds from tipping over the edge, they pull away, leaving me bereft and begging for more.
I’m not kept in suspense for very long before someone else takes their place, filling me to the hilt in a single thrust. Just like the person before them, they fuck me slow and methodically.
The familiar hint of Raiden’s expensive shampoo invades my senses, and I groan his name, causing him to swear beneath his breath.
Once again, as my release surges forward, I’m left wanting.
“Please,” I whine, thrashing my head from side to side.
“Do you want to come, baby?” Briggs questions, but something tells me his sympathetic tone is all a ruse.
“Well, that’s just too bad.” He slides his dick inside of me, holding completely still as he presses his thumb to my clit and begins working it rapidly.
The sounds escaping me are pornographic.
My orgasm is closer than ever when he rips himself away.
“Only good girls get to come, and you were a very bad girl, Angel.”
Tears of frustration streak my cheeks as they each take turns fucking themselves into me, bringing me to the precipice of ecstasy, only to leave me writhing with need.
My breasts begin to leak, but if I thought the guys would be deterred by a little milk, I was sorely mistaken.
A hot mouth encases my nipple, a low groan filling my ears and causing a rush of wetness to flood my core.
I’m flipped to my hands and knees, a cock rutting into me the moment I’m in position.
When my jaw unhinges from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through my body, someone slides their dick inside of it.
Col, I think, their length a telling indicator.
As I’m fucked from both ends, a hand slips between my thighs, tweaking my clit until I’m trembling.
Just when I think they’re going to withhold my release yet again, I climax so forcefully, my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Fuck,” Raiden swears, his hips stuttering as my inner walls begin milking his cock.
He rips himself away, breathing harshly as trembling fingers undo the fabric covering my eyes.
I’m forced to my back, blinking rapidly to clear the spots dotting my vision.
The sight that greets me is so erotic, I almost come again.
The men I love with every fiber of my being are standing over me, stroking their cocks as their hungry gazes lick across my heated flesh.
“If we can’t come in you, we’re coming on you, Sunshine,” Col grunts, his release pouring out of him and splattering across my chest. Raiden follows, his head tilted back in ecstasy, chest heaving from exertion.
Dayton is next, working his length hard and fast, his strokes punishing.
Last to go is Briggs, savoring the buildup of marking me with his own cum.
His devilish grin makes my pussy throb, reminding me of how long he kept me on edge tonight.
He splays his hand across my stomach, smearing their combined release before dragging his finger through it.
I glance down, finding he’s written ours in the mess he’s made.
“I think I like this kind of fingerpainting, Angel,” he jokes, making the rest of us laugh. The guys collapse beside me, our breathing ragged as we fight the exhaustion weighing us down.
“I need to go on birth control. This is messy,” I indicate with a wave of my hand above my abdomen. Dayton pouts, attempting to cover it with a cough. I shake my head, a smile working its way free when I realize how indescribably happy I am.