Chapter 35 Willow
WILLOW
My heart skips a beat as I realize what Ransom has in mind here.
My arousal spikes, my pussy clenching with anticipation. Ransom sets me on the bed and then rummages through one of the bags on the floor, coming up with a tie that one of them stuffed into their duffel before we left the condo the other day.
He comes over and drags it along my skin, letting me feel the silky material, then he holds it up.
“Ready?” he asks, heat shining in his blue-green eyes.
I nod. “Bring it on.”
His answering grin is the last thing I see before he ties the makeshift blindfold around my head, blocking out my sight and plunging me into darkness.
Having my sight restricted definitely amplifies everything else. For a second, I feel disoriented, even though I know I’m still sitting on the bed, but then I hear movement. Hands descend on me, and each touch feels electric.
They skate over my hair and down my neck and arms. Another pair works its way up my legs and thighs. More fingers caress my face and then move down to grope at my chest.
I moan, my lips parted as I try to arch into each touch, seeking out more.
“Love how greedy you are for us,” Malice mutters appreciatively.
The three of them start to remove my clothes, stripping me down to nothing. My shirt gets pulled over my head and my shorts and panties are discarded somewhere. The cool air in the room rushes over my skin, and even that feels more intense than it ordinarily would.
I can feel them watching me too, their gazes settling on my naked body like physical touches. Something about knowing they can see me while I can’t see them makes me squirm, my pussy getting even wetter.
They’re probably all still dressed too, and that image in my mind’s eye is hot as hell.
“Okay.” Ransom’s smooth, deep voice makes me jump a little. “Here’s how we’ll do this. We’ll each take a turn going down on you, and you have to guess who it is as we switch out. If you guess wrong, we get to do whatever we want to you.”
There’s so much promise in his tone, and I know that whether I guess them all right or not, there’s no real way I can lose here. My blood heats with desire and approval, and I have to clear my throat before I can speak.
“Okay.”
I curl my fingers into the soft material of the blanket I’m lying on, waiting with anticipation. I can’t hear them talking, but I can imagine that they’re working out the order they want to do this in, communicating without speaking out loud.
Then I hear some soft rustling noises, and a second later, strong hands close around my thighs. I gasp softly as those hands spread me open wider, and a warm, firm body settles between them.
The first touch of a wet tongue to my pussy makes me jump, and then I moan as that tongue starts to lick and lap at me, not even giving me a moment to adjust.
That’s what tips me off that this is Malice. His licks are demanding, each stroke of his tongue exuding power. His fingers dig into my thighs, and I grind against his face, heat coursing through me.
“Malice,” I moan, pressing into him, trying to get more.
There’s no answer in response, but he does draw away, leaving me wet and needy.
After another few seconds, another mouth is on me.
It takes even less time for me to realize that it’s Ransom, and that’s partly because of the piercing in his tongue, although he tries to hide it.
But the way he licks me gives it away too.
He laps at me like he wants to savor it, swirling his tongue around my clit and giving little teasing flicks over the sensitive nub.
“Ransom,” I guess, my toes curling.
There’s a muffled curse, and then his tongue spears its way into my pussy, fucking me shallowly before retreating.
The next mouth is even more obvious. I’m positive it’s Vic.
His way is a little more shy than his brothers’.
He’s newer at it, but there’s a hunger behind it all the same.
It’s so perfectly him, the way he dives in and then tries to figure out the best way to please me, his tongue dipping and lapping and working me up even more.
“Vic,” I gasp.
Pride rushes through me as he makes a noise of confirmation.
“That’s it, then.” I lift my head as I grin in the men’s general direction, still unable to see them. “I won.”
Ransom chuckles. “Ah, but I never said we only got one turn with you, angel. We’re not done yet.”
Huh. I guess that’s true.
So the game keeps going.
Another mouth comes back to my pussy, a tongue working its way deep inside me.
It fucks me, alternating between deep thrusts and licking my clit, keeping me on the edge.
Before I can get too into how that feels, they switch out again, and this time, teeth graze my clit, giving me that edge of pain that enhances everything else so much. Then they switch again.
As it keeps going, I get more and more worked up. The changing styles keep me on edge, none of them letting me get used to it enough to chase the pleasure that’s building under my skin.
The more turned on I get, the harder it is to keep track of who’s who. The little things that distinguish them from each other start to blend together, but I keep guessing names.
“Ransom.”
“Vic.”
“Malice.”
“Malice again.”
It comes out breathier and breathier, and I tremble and shake on the bed, my thighs quivering with the sensations.
“Ransom,” I guess, and then I hear the man in question laugh.
“Wrong guess, pretty girl.”
Someone pinches my nipples hard enough to make me gasp and gush, and I cry out. Then another mouth is on me, lapping up the surge of arousal that trickles down my inner thighs before latching on to my clit.
“She’s getting close,” Vic observes, his voice somehow clinical and heated at the same time. “Keep doing that, and she’ll come for you.”
This time, it is Ransom between my legs. I can feel his tongue piercing as he sucks hard on my clit, making my back bow.
“Fuck!”
I clutch at his hair, tugging on the strands as I fly apart just like Vic said I would.
Even as I tremble in the aftermath of the orgasm, the men don’t stop.
My body feels sensitive and overstimulated—and that, combined with the blindfold, cranks everything up another notch.
It’s almost too much when that tongue presses into me, and I whimper, not sure whether I want to grind closer or squirm away.
“Malice,” I guess, and someone makes a buzzer sound.
Wrong again.
A hand comes down, slapping my pussy lightly once the mouth moves away, and I cry out as pleasure and pain merge inside me.
It keeps going like that, getting more and more intense.
The three of them wring two more orgasms out of me, and I guess wrong a few more times.
They keep working me up, pinching my nipples, pulling my hair, biting down on my inner thighs, and by the time I’m coming apart for a fourth time, I don’t even care who’s who.
I cry out all of their names like a litany, because all that matters is that they’re there.
“Well, I think we all won here,” Ransom says hoarsely as I finally start to float down from the high.
“Agreed.” Malice’s voice comes from closer to my head as my blindfold is tugged off.
I blink past the sudden rush of light, breathing hard. All three of the men are surrounding me on the mattress, and it’s clear they all enjoyed taking turns between my legs. Malice grips a handful of my hair, tilting my face up so I have to look him in the eye.
“Do you want more?”
I pant and nod, trying to find my breath. “Yes. Please. Please, I want you to fuck me. To use me. Take what you want from me.”
Vic curses, a muted sound behind Malice, and I can see Ransom palming his cock through his jeans.
“Do you know what I want?” Malice asks, drawing my attention back to him.
I shake my head, my heart thudding.
“I want you to take all of our cocks at once,” he tells me in a rough voice. “I want you stuffed full of me and my brothers.”
Adrenaline spikes through me, and I’m nodding before he even finishes speaking. “Fuck… yes!”
“Good girl.”
Victor helps me get into position on the bed, and my limbs are so loose and wobbly that I definitely need the assistance. They shuck off their clothes, and the sight of all three of their cocks, hard and throbbing and ready for me, goes right to my head—and to my pussy.
Ransom ends up being underneath me, his hands finding their way to my hips to hold on to me. I’m so wet and relaxed from coming so many times that he slides in with ease, and the feeling of his piercings rubbing against my insides stokes the heat inside me.
He starts to move his hips, and I move mine too, meeting him in the middle as I ride him slowly.
I look down into his eyes, so close to the color of the ocean on a clear day, and he gazes back up at me with a crooked smile on his face.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, reaching up to brush hair back behind my ear. “You ready for Vic?”
“Always,” I breathe, and he grins in approval.
Victor climbs up onto the bed behind me. I feel his careful, precise hands as he runs them down my back and then grips my ass, and my breath catches at the thought that he’ll be the one to fuck me there this time.
Malice is right there at the side of the bed, talking him through it since he’s done this before.
“Use more lube than you think you need,” he instructs in his gruff tone. “There’s not really such a thing as too much.”
I feel the cool, slick press of his finger as Vic starts to work me open, and I relax even more, letting him in.
Malice talks him through adding another finger and stretching me, telling him to go slow and when to add a third finger.
“Breathe,” he says to me. “Relax and let him in.”
It’s easy to follow those instructions like this, and I moan at the sensation of having fingers in my ass and Ransom’s cock in my pussy. Ransom thrusts shallowly, letting Vic have this moment.
Eventually, Malice declares it good enough, and I’m trembling with need by now.