Chapter 11 #2
He’s aiming for my erogenous zones. Of course he would.
I didn’t pick up on it at first, but now…
that’s exactly what he’s doing. He moves over each ass cheek, kissing where Jax and Callum smacked, before he works his way to the inside of my ankle, the back of my knee, and the inside of my thigh.
By the time he’s done, I’m a writhing, wet mess.
He backs away, and there’s a silence hanging in the air. As I rise to my feet, my eyes are drawn to the boys, their naked forms standing confident and unashamed.
They all laugh when I glare at them.
“I’m sorry. I won’t leave again.”
“We know,” Callum says matter-of-factly. “But we aren’t done punishing you. You aren’t allowed to come yet.”
My eyes narrow at him, a clear challenge, so I slowly rub my hand down my stomach, inching closer to my pussy. I’m so close to climax, and the need to have them inside of me is all-consuming, so I decide to turn the tables. They can want to punish me, but will they want to fuck me more?
“Don’t you dare,” Callum threatens, stepping forward.
“Don’t do this?” I slip my hand between my legs and let out a moan. “Oh, I’m very wet.” My other hand travels up to my breast.
Their eyes are wild. I love when they watch me touch myself. The feeling of power I have. I never knew exhibitionism would unlock something so primal inside of me.
Callum takes another step forward, eyes set, so I stop, holding my hands up so he doesn’t make me. “I want to come, and I will, with or without you.”
They all let out a low chuckle, almost daring me.
Glancing over my shoulder, I find a quick path out of here, and my heartbeat quickens. Time for a little cat and mouse, I smile.
“Everlee,” Jax threatens softly, as if he can read my mind.
Smiling, I blow them a kiss before running out of the room.
The men all yell various expletives as Jax shouts commands, telling them each where to go.
Fortunately, this house has a similar layout to my parents'. I probably could have found a place to hide quickly, but I’m laughing too much.
Trying to be as silent as possible, I run up the stairs and duck into the first bedroom, leaving the door open.
I’ve always had this crazy idea, almost like reverse psychology, that if one leaves the door open, then the person looking for you won’t go into that room. It’s probably silly, but I don’t care.
I jump on the bed and lay along the headboard, slipping under the covers. My other bright idea is to pretend to be a pillow. The floor groans ominously in the hall as someone stalks down, causing me to freeze in place, holding my breath.
With a slight creak, the door inches open further, and my heartbeat quickens, its rhythm reverberating in my ears. A second later, the door closes and footsteps move down the hall. I let out my breath, but a second later feel the bed moving.
Fuck!
They crawl towards me and drag the cover back slowly. I pinch my eyes shut, because obviously if you can’t see them, they can’t see you!
“Ali,” Knox huffs, sliding his fingers up my leg. “I can still see you.”
I open my eyes, smiling at him, and he motions for me to scoot forward so he can pull the pillows off the bed and slide behind me. “We can’t hide here very well if the pillows are in the way.”
“Sardines?”
“We never got to play a second round last time,” he whispers against my temple.
I blush, remembering that night. The night I had all four of them at the same time.
His lips press against the base of my neck while his fingers make swirls on my stomach. “I don’t want to lose you again,” he admits almost too quietly for me to hear.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him.
His hand travels up to my cheek, and he drags me towards him. His kiss is soft but passionate. It’s different from the others. It’s sweet. After a moment, I roll my body so my chest is pressed against his and I throw my leg over his.
He pulls away from our kiss. “You know the rules. No orgasms with less than three people.”
“Rules are meant to be broken,” I whisper against his lips, eager to feel his cock against my pussy. “Plus, no one is going to orgasm right now.” I smile before leaning in to take his lips again.
His hand travels around to my back, pressing our bodies together, deepening our kiss and connection.
I reach my hand down and guide his cock to my pussy and position his head right at my entrance.
Our breaths synchronize, releasing a puff of air as he enters me with excruciating slowness.
A tingle shoots up my spine, through my fingers and back to my core as he slides in, stretching me.
We thrust slowly, meeting in the middle, focusing on the kiss, but relishing the feel of our sex.
Knox differs from the others, softer. Damn, I missed him.
“If we aren’t careful, they’re going to find us,” Knox whispers against my lips.
I roll over on top of him, still under the lip of the comforter. “Let them.” With hands pressed firmly on his chest, and back hunched over, I rock my hips, concentrating on the feel of me wrapped tight around his shaft.
The door creaks open and I freeze, lowering back down on Knox’s chest, both of us chuckling softly.
“I wonder where they could be?” Emmett questions, like you would a child.
“Are they behind this chair? Nope. Are they behind the curtain?” He moves across the room.
“Nope.” He walks over to the edge of the bed, and Knox and I hold our breath, hearts racing, eyes darting back and forth, waiting to be found with smiles spread across our faces.
“Are they…” The covers fly back and the cool air of the room stings my skin.
“Get under here!” I motion, laughing.
He climbs onto the bed and lies beside Knox, against the headboard, and covers us back up. Knox rolls us over, since he’s still inside of me, so I’m in the middle of a Knox and Emmett sandwich. My favorite kind.
“Such a good hiding space. Totally couldn’t find you,” Emmett teases, placing a soft kiss on my shoulder.
In a synchronized motion, I twist my neck, press my lips to Emmett’s, and feel Knox's thrusts resume.
“We have three people,” I moan against Emmett’s lips as his hand travels to my breast, rubbing my nipples between his fingers.
“We do have three people,” Knox echoes, thrusting a little harder.
Emmett’s hand continues to travel down, so he’s rubbing over my clit slowly, matching the speed of Knox. Between Emmett on my clit and Knox filling me, it won’t be long before I come.
My hand grips Knox’s head as he thrusts in.
This moment is hard to describe. It feels like we’re in a bubble, just enjoying the feeling and the connection of each other.
It’s not like this with Jax and Callum. While there’s always that feeling of connection with them, this is softer, more pure.
Jax and Callum are pure sex and passion.
With them I feel like a wild beast who can never have enough, with Emmett and Knox…
I don’t know. It’s like I also can’t get enough, but for a different reason.
A second later, the covers are being thrown off us and Emmett, Knox, and I freeze. Jax is standing at our heads, while Callum is at our feet.
“In my room?” Jax groans. “My head goes up here,” he whines, throwing his arm out towards the headboard.
“Oh, Everlee,” Callum chuckles with a smile on his face.
“Care to join?” I offer.
He looks at me and smiles. “I’ll watch for now.”
I look at Jax. “I’ll watch for now as well,” he says, stroking his cock.
It’s right there in front of my face, staring at me like a glow-worm looking for a hole. Does that make sense? No, no it does not, but I can’t help it. I want it. I shake my head slowly, sucking on my bottom lip.
He chuckles. “You want me to feed you my cock?”
I nod.
I look over my shoulder at Emmett. “Pick a hole and fuck me like you missed me.”
“Goddamn, Trouble.”
“I think I just came a little,” Knox jokes.
“Jax?” Emmett asks, clearly relaying a request with just his name.
“Yep,” he answers Emmett’s unasked question, bending down to the drawer at his right and pulls out a container of lube.
“Do you always travel with lube?” I tease.
Jax winks, but doesn’t answer.
The cap clicks open, and I feel the cool gel spreading along my backside.
A moment later, Emmett’s finger presses in, prepping me, and the feeling shoots tingles through my body.
Before these men, I never realized how much of an ass girl I am.
Emmett lines up a minute later and presses his head against my opening, pausing while he slowly moves through the tight ring of muscle. Knox stops allowing me to adjust.
Emmett’s right hand grips my hip tightly as he lets out a sigh. “Fuck, you feel so tight.”
“I’ve been working my ass out for you.” I laugh, but stop when I feel it clench around him.
He slowly pulses in and out, each time moving deeper and faster.
“What is that?” I ask, feeling something different.
“What is what?”
“On your dick,” I blurt.
He pulls my hair behind my shoulder. “I got a Prince Albert piercing.”
“A who?”
He chuckles. “I pierced the tip of my cock.”
He gently pushes it inside, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m so focused on the piercing, but my entire body shudders in ecstasy. It feels… amazing. Like it’s hitting on hidden spots of love.
After a few more thrusts, Knox starts. God, I missed this feeling.
Pleasure washes over me, beginning at my toes and gradually moving up my body until it settles in my breasts.
As I thrust my hips between them, I become lost in the sensations that ignite every one of my sensitive parts.
There’s a part of me that wants to rock faster, but another part of me resists, wanting this to never end.