Chapter 13 - Jasmine #2
He lifted me up, driving his cock deep inside of me.
I gasped, clutching at him as he pumped hard and fast. There was pain mixed in with all that pleasure, my body unused to the driving force.
But I didn’t care. The lightning that Owen gave me was back, spreading through me, and I wanted more.
I planted my feet on the bed and thrust upward, desperate and eager.
“Gods,” Killian grunted. “So tight. I’m not gonna last.”
Pleasure made my toes curl. I gripped the bed with them and, looking up at the ecstasy in Killian’s face, I couldn’t help it.
I laughed. There was such a giddy release, a sense that finally, finally, everything was starting to come together as the sound of our slick bodies moved together filled the air.
Killian dropped over me, thrusting hard as he caught my mouth once more.
His movements started to grow jerky. He moaned, and I felt something burst into me, hot and wet.
Then suddenly his hips jerked back. His cock slid out of me, and I gasped in protest. Renz took his place, thrusting two fingers into me deeply as Killian wrapped his hand around himself, pumping hard.
He grabbed his shirt and closed it around his tip as he swelled.
A knot formed around the base of his cock, and a sense of loss swept through me.
Then Renz dropped his head to my breast, pulling my nipple into his mouth, and I forgot all about Killian’s knot.
My body trembled; that orgasm I so desperately needed still denied.
Renz’s fingers curled up, pressing into the spot that sent pools of heat melting into my core, but it wasn’t enough.
After Killian’s cock, two fingers were just too small.
Renz twisted his fingers inside of me, making me collapse backward with a moan, then pulled his hand away. He smoothed my wetness over his fingers, inspecting it. “Good. It doesn’t look like you’re bleeding.”
I nodded, vaguely understanding that it was a good thing.
Frankly, I didn’t care. I just wanted more.
Renz pulled me up and flipped me over, drawing my hips back toward him.
I grabbed a pillow and pressed my face into it, spreading my legs as he settled between them. Unlike Killian, Renz didn’t waste time.
He grabbed handfuls of my sides, pressing his cock into me.
The entrance made me shiver, and I pressed my hips higher, desperate for more.
Renz grunted as he wrapped one arm around my waist, yanking me back tighter against me.
His other hand reached up and fondled my breasts as he kissed up my spine.
His hips pulled back, his cock nearly leaving me, then snapped forward.
The suddenness of the action made me cry out.
Heat flooded me once more. My thighs shook around him.
As he thrust in with firm, quick strokes, my whole body moved with him.
I had to stretch out one hand and press it against the headboard to keep myself in place.
“I have been dreaming about this ass,” Renz grunted, pulling back so he could hold on to said ass. His hands splayed over my buttocks, his fingers squeezing and kneading it. “It’s so juicy. So nice and round.”
He gave it a light smack, the quick, sharp pain making me jolt forward. Renz followed me with another quick and deep thrust. I cried out and bit into the pillow. My back arched upward as I closed my eyes, feeling overwhelmed with all of this. It felt so good, and I was so close.
I could feel the waves rolling through my body every time he drove his length to fully encased inside of me.
My inner muscles clamped down on him, but I wasn’t getting any closer.
Every time I felt like I was right at the brink, I didn’t tip over.
My core was so tight, and that lava of pleasure flowed through me, making me gasp and whine and pant.
“Renz,” I gasped. I reached between my own legs and rubbed my clit. It was hard, swollen, and wet. My own fingers were too much on it, and I whimpered, tears pooling in my eyes. This was torture! Exquisite torture, but torture nonetheless.
Then it occurred to me that as soon as I orgasmed, I might not be able to take the others. And that was such a dreadful possibility that I flipped, and instead of chasing that orgasm, I started to fight it.
I wanted them all. I wanted to make sure they all reached their pinnacles, their completion. I had to keep going for their sake.
Renz grunted. His movements started to shake, and this time, I yanked myself forward, pulling clear of him.
He grabbed at my hips, but I turned, wrapping him in my hand.
With a few pumps, he climaxed. Killian threw the same shirt he used over Renz’s cock, and Renz wiped himself up as his knot formed beneath my palm. It was large, twice as big as his tip.
Killian’s knot was still firmly in place. He gripped his cock, massaging the knot as he watched us.
“That doesn’t feel good, does it?” I asked, the intensity of my uncompleted orgasm slipping enough for me to speak.
“It feels better inside,” Killian answered. “But you won’t feel completion until you’ve had all of us. And it takes half an hour to an hour for a knot to soften.”
Renz groaned as he eased himself back. His knot had swollen to full now, too, and he sat on the edge of the bed as he panted.
I wanted to take him into my mouth, to take all of them, but I just didn’t have enough parts. Once more, I wished I could split myself four ways so I could have them all at once. My mind was already starting to cloud, the ache between my thighs growing even deeper.
Owen climbed onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard.
He took my hands and pulled me over him, straddling his muscular thighs.
He caught my breasts in his hands and massaged them, squishing them together, then buried his face in them.
My skin tingled, and a snap seemed to sweep right to my clit.
“So lovely,” he moaned into my skin. “So big!”
“I always thought they were kind of small. At least in comparison to the rest of me,” I admitted. I squirmed on his lap, his cock trapped beneath me. My pussy throbbed, begging to be filled again. As good as it felt to have his mouth and hands on my breasts, it wasn’t enough.
“Big,” Owen said firmly.
His hands dropped to my hips, and he lifted me slightly, then took his cock and positioned it in the right place. Then he cupped my breast again and nodded at me. “You can set the pace this time.”
I lowered myself so quickly that he slipped to one side instead of going in.
With a grunt of annoyance, I lifted myself and contorted myself, pushing my belly in with my hands so I could see what was happening.
This time, when I lowered myself, I felt his thick length slide into me.
I smiled as he filled me. My muscles were sore, and I was getting tired, but the feelings were so nice I didn’t wait to regain my strength.
I started moving, first bouncing up and down, but quickly found that I wanted more contact at my peak.
Owen’s hands moved over me, often returning to my breasts, as I ground against him.
He thrust upward into me, our bodies making a slick, wet sound.
He cupped my cheek in one hand and drew me in for a kiss. I returned it, groaning into him.
His muscular body moved beneath me, the flex of his muscles sending shivers through me.
My orgasm crept up on me, the intensity higher than it ever had been.
I grunted into his mouth, squirming and grinding and thrusting.
Owen’s tongue thrust into me, and I fought against the peak, the edge that he was taking me to.
“Jasmine,” Jace groaned behind me. He kissed my neck as Owen’s tongue flicked over my collarbone.
The heat of the two men surrounded me. Jace’s hands moved over my body, like he couldn’t hold himself back any further. I was surprised he had shown enough patience to last this long.
Owen lifted me suddenly, climaxing onto my thigh.
His knot formed at the base of his shaft, and my hand dropped to it, feeling over the engorged flesh while that sense of sadness went through me.
I didn’t have long before Jace was lifting me up and pushing himself against me.
He entered me from behind, already panting.
Owen held my hips while Jace pushed me forward, kneeling between my legs.
I held the headboard on either side of Owen’s head as Jace pounded into me.
It took only a few strokes before I finally got that blissful release. I collapsed against Owen as the orgasm filled me. My toes curled, and my eyes fluttered shut. My thighs shook, and all that waiting and anticipation left me boneless.
Jace didn’t last long, either. Like the others, he pulled out just as he started to climax, spilling partially inside, but not staying in long enough to knot and lock us together.
Owen carefully moved me, laying me down on the bed. My whole body ached, my heart raced, and I panted as I tried to catch my breath. As the aftershocks made my body weak, and I kept my eyes shut, reveling in this moment.
“I think that’s probably done it,” Owen said. He rearranged me on the bed, so I was more comfortable.
He probably said more, but between the satisfaction and the exertion, I was too far gone to hear it. I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.