Chapter 7 #2
I smile and do as I’m told, letting him slide into my mouth as I admire the ropes of muscle covered in tattoos, his pecks twitching and lips twisted into a devilish grin as I suck his cock.
He tastes like heaven, and I love the ease with which he fills my mouth.
A vein throbs along the shaft, pressing against my tongue.
“If this is my punishment, I think I might want to be bad more often,” I say, pulling off Toby’s cock and moving to Asher’s.
I taste him, and I’m drunk, drunk with lust and something that runs far deeper than anything I’ve ever felt. I’m safe with them, safe enough to let my innermost thoughts and most daring dreams breach my reality as I look up at Asher while Toby and Cole watch me with dark, hungry eyes.
I relax my jaw to take all of him, and tears spring to my eyes. He pulls back, and I take him in, licking and damn near swallowing him whole, over and over, until he grunts and lets Cole take over.
I wrap my hands around the base of his cock and slowly take him next, suckling and licking until the taste of him becomes embedded in my very soul.
One by one, they switch places, and I suck them over and over, eager and hungry for more, until I feel their cocks pulsating, swelling, and aching for me. Asher runs his fingers through my hair as he helps me up and nudges me toward the sofa.
“Look at me,” he says.
I look at him, drowning in the dark blue skies of his gaze, his lips parted slightly.
“Spread your legs,” he says.
Again, I do as I’m told and part my legs just as Toby gets behind me. I feel him testing my entrance, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulls me into him.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out as he splits me in half and hold onto Asher for dear life.
Cole stays close, his fingers slipping between my legs, while Asher fondles and squeezes my breasts and feverishly pinches my nipples. All control and common sense are lost as I’m bombarded with a plethora of overwhelming sensations.
“Come for me,” Asher says.
I grip his shoulders tightly. He pinches my nipples so hard, the sting travels all the way down to my core.
I cry out at the same time as Cole’s fingers ravage my clit while Toby fucks me hard from behind.
I feel Toby’s hand come down to slap my ass—it’s meant as some sort of playful punishment, but all it does is unleash a thunderous orgasm.
“Oh, God, don’t stop!” I groan, my legs shaking as Toby drills into me.
Asher kisses me, savagely, ravenously, before he takes Toby’s place. Toby moves to the front, and I get to hold him next while Cole continues to work my clit, and Asher stretches and fills me beyond my wildest dreams.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” Asher growls and pounds into me, harder and faster, every thrust throwing me closer and closer to yet another edge.
My mind is blank, my body surrendering to the avalanche of pleasure that engulfs me. I lock eyes with Toby as he leans in to kiss me.
Another orgasm crashes into me as Cole flicks my clit repeatedly and whispers in my ear. “Just let go, baby. Let it all go. Give yourself to us.”
“Cole, don’t… oh, God, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!”
The newfound sensation travels through me as I push my ass back to take as much of Asher into me as I possibly can.
I throb from the inside out, gushing like a fountain when it’s Cole’s turn to fuck me. It’s wild and unbridled, shameless and ferocious, the way he claims me, the way their lips caress mine, the way their tongues play with mine, the way their hands take me beyond the confines of reality itself.
“Fuck, I think I’m going to come again,” I gasp, and Cole hooks one arm under my left knee, lifting my leg up to fuck me even deeper, even harder.
Asher and Toby stay close, their body heat seeping into mine.
My heart explodes as I glaze Cole’s cock with another climax, my liquid pleasure trickling down my thigh as he pounds into me and takes me until I feel him stiffen. He bites my shoulder and grunts like a wild beast as he fills me, the heat spreading through my core.
“My turn again,” Asher smiles as he takes over.
I hold on, my legs are weak, but the rest of my body eager to receive what they are so willing to give.
Asher bends me over while his brothers hold me in place.
He comes hard and deep, fondling and squeezing me with each of his final thrusts, then Toby has me kneeling on the sofa and crying out in sheer ecstasy as he, too, reaches the finish line.
My flesh feels weak, my bones made of jelly, as I linger in the afterglow, wrapped in their sweaty, hard bodies.
“I told you,” Cole whispers, then plants a soft kiss on my cheek. “You were made for us, Willow.”
“Which is why you don’t get to push us away,” Asher adds.
“I didn’t mean to, not really,” I manage, still having trouble adjusting to the physical realm while my core throbs in a frantic rhythm, the aftershock of that last orgasm still quivering through me. “It’s just…”
“You’re new at this,” Toby says, “but you’re not alone anymore.”
“I’m not?”
Cole kisses me on the lips. “No, baby. You’re ours now.”
I’m theirs.