Chapter 15 #2
He looks down at me with a quizzical brow. “You’re concerned about someone in this house seeing me carry your naked ass into a room where they’re about to see me kiss, lick, and fuck you?”
My head flings back dramatically, only to jerk right back up a second later. “What are you going to do to me again?” I smile, letting my finger glide between his pecs.
“You have no idea, love. Just remember your safe word. You say it and I will stop immediately.”
Energy crackles through me, every hair standing upright, every nerve on edge as my heart hammers against my ribs. We pass several closed doors until he stops at one on the left.
He bends down to grab the handle with his hand that’s supporting my ass, and a moment later, we’re walking into a dimly lit room.
It’s huge, probably the size of two rooms in one, and in the middle is a large circular bed with merlot satin sheets.
Three of the walls are draped with decorative black curtains, with several dressers placed around the room.
He tosses me onto the center of the bed, and my eyes immediately settle on the wall to my left, which is made of large glass panels.
The fear and hesitation I felt coming up here is quickly replaced with excitement.
I’ve never done anything like this before, nor had I ever thought I would, but right now…
I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m awake because this doesn’t feel real.
“Are you okay?” Callum asks, walking over to me, his muscles flexing with each step.
Damn, he looks delicious, like a sexy Greek god, muscles cut, sharp jawline with his dark hair slicked back like a mafia king.
Fine, Greek god, mafia king… I don’t know.
So many thoughts are bombarding me right now!
I want to lick and suck every tattoo on his body, then climb on top of his cock and ride him until I come and then come again.
While his friends watch, my subconscious adds.
“Yes. Just waiting for you,” I smile, rubbing the bed.
His quiet laugh hides the deep growl from within his chest. But I heard it. I felt it.
He slowly crawls onto the bed, mounting me, with his cock lying on my stomach. He grabs my wrists and lifts them above my head, pinning them to the pillow behind me as he leans down and whispers, “Remember your safe word.”
With a smile, I whisper those two magic words, “Yes, sir,” chasing the addictive flash that ignites in his eyes the moment he hears me say it.
His eyes lock onto mine, and his reaction is everything I expected—needed.
“Say it,” he commands softly.
“Cupid,” I whisper.
“Good girl.” A ripple of excitement pulses through my body before coiling deep in my stomach. He grabs something above my head, and a second later, it tickles my wrist as I hear a click, click, click. Curious, I tilt my head back and confirm. Yep—pink fuzzy handcuffs.
He slides down my body, taking my left breast in his mouth, while his other hand teases and squeezes the right, rubbing the sensitive bud between his fingers.
A heat shoots through my core, straight to my clit, making my body light up like fireworks.
My back arches off the bed, pressing my breasts further into his mouth. “Moan for us,” he softly commands.
The word us throws me for a loop, then I remember. They’re watching me. My head falls to the side, looking at the darkened glass, wondering if they see me, because I can’t see them.
“Do you want to see them?” Callum asks, almost reading my mind.
I look back at him, asking myself how far I’m willing to go down this rabbit hole when the word escapes my lips. “Yes.”
A second later, their faces appear.
My guys.
Well, my future guys, because looking at them all sitting there with their cocks in their hands watching me causes the flurry of butterflies in my stomach to go wild.
“Everlee,” Jax says, slowly stroking himself.
“Hey Ali,” Knox says, hand paused.
“Trouble,” Emmett says, and I can’t help but smile.
Callum takes two fingers and guides my chin back to him. “Shall we?”
“Please,” I sigh out breathlessly.
He smirks and quickly turns me on the bed, the satin making me slide around like water.
He aims my pussy right at the men. I can’t see much, but I can tell their posture has changed.
Changed for me. I can feel their eyes raking across my body, lusting after it, and the nerves I thought I would feel are replaced by something else entirely. I feel… powerful. Sexy.
Callum backs off the bed, pulling me with him so my ass is on the edge and his knees are on the ground. “Shall I make her come this way, boys?”
“No,” they all say in unison.
I pop my head up and stick my tongue out at them, eliciting a laugh from the group. I’m still watching them as Callum’s tongue swipes up from the bottom. Oh, fuck me. Pretty sure my eyes just rolled into the back of my head.
“She tastes so fucking good.” He hooks my legs over his shoulders and his arms around my thighs, holding me to his face.
He licks and swirls his tongue around my needy little cunt like it’s his last meal.
The moans continue as I’m inching closer and closer to release.
Needing to feel a modicum of control, I rotate my shoulders so my handcuffed hands latch onto his hair, holding him in place while my hips grind against his face.
I hear someone warn, "She's getting close," but I'm too lost in the moment to care who.
Callum pulls back, my body still thrusting like a dog without balls humping the air. My body and my mind finally catch up to the fact that Callum has pulled away just enough so that I can’t even feel his breath on me, because that’s where I was.
Am.
One breath and I’m coming. This has been hours in the making, ever since he left me wanting in that changing room. My hands eagerly try to find my clit to finish what he started, but it takes a second too long to figure it out with the handcuffs and Callum is tossing them over my head.
“You will learn to follow the rules,” he growls.
“Rules are meant to be broken!” I snap back.
“And so are you,” he threatens. “If you try to come again without my permission, the punishment will be a lot worse than the edging.”
Eyes glaring at him, I suck on my bottom lip, causing him to let out a heady groan.
“I want to feel that pretty little mouth around my cock again. I want to feel it hit the back of your throat.”
He stands up, helping me off the bed, and I drop to my knees faster than I ever have before. Something about his words sends me over the edge and makes me feel things I’ve never felt. “That’s it, good girl.” He strokes my hair and I nearly melt into a puddle on the floor.
It takes me a minute to position my hands around his cock because of the cuffs, but I make it work. I run my tongue along the length of his shaft before swirling it around his head, sucking it in like a lollipop. He lets out a gasp at the same time his hands tangle in my hair.
The sounds he makes and the way his body moves for me, because of me, make me want more. If he wants to edge me, I can edge him right back.
“Shit, Everlee,” he groans out, losing what little control he was holding onto as he thrusts his hips, sending his cock down my throat.
So much for edging. Seems like neither of us has the self-control for that.
His legs give the slightest shudder as I relax my throat so he can get as deep as possible.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the boys watching us, stroking their dicks because of us—me.
Fire lights through my core. Shifting my eyes up, I find a god above me, abs tight, teeth biting his bottom lip as his hands grip my hair, holding me in place.
He thrusts faster and faster, as spit runs down my chin, but I’m here for it.
The power pulsing through me right now knowing that I control these men. It’s intoxicating.
“Not yet!” Callum huffs, forcing himself to pull away. He lifts me off the floor and tosses me back on the bed.
He climbs down my body like a man on a mission and thrusts his tongue into me. “You’re so wet. Do you like it when I fuck your face?” he growls out, not waiting for an answer as he runs his tongue up my center.
Digging my heels into the bed, I can’t get a word out as need consumes me.
He lifts my legs over his shoulders and I clamp my thighs to the side of his head while my hips buck, ass lifting off the bed.
He lets out a low chuckle as his hands scoop under me and he lifts, rocking backwards so now I’m sitting on his shoulders while he continues to feast on me.
Oh. My. God.
My hands wrap around Callum’s hand for balance, while the three other guys sit in front of me, their cocks leaking in their hands.
“I’m so close,” I cry out, terrified to move, knowing if I lean too far back we’ll tumble backwards onto the bed.
A second later it doesn’t matter as he lets me fall, lips never breaking from me. “Come for us, Everlee.”
Those words never sounded so good.
He sucks my clit as he inserts two fingers.
My body moves uncontrollably, knowing what it needs, but on the verge of exploding once it gets it.
He adds a third finger, and the pressure is almost too much.
His moves are precise but quick. He pulls out a finger, curves the two remaining, finding that magical spot, and a deep guttural sound emerges from deep inside of me.
I struggle to find anything to grab, my toes and fingers curling, the muscles in my body tight.
“Oh, God!” I scream out, clutching for his hair to hold him in place, fearful that if given the chance he will rob me of this.
“I’m your God right now,” he whispers against me before sending me over the edge.
My eyes lock with his, my chest still heaving as my body rides the wave, lost in a state of euphoria. Seconds turn to hours, which turn to days. I’m lost. When my body comes down from the best orgasm I’ve ever had, I feel a tingly in my toes and fingers and a throbbing in my core.