Chapter 35 #3
Koen’s eyes glimmer with dark promise as he steps forward. “How about we take this upstairs to a bed?”
Sylus grins, coming to stand beside me and putting an arm around my waist. “Which one?”
“Mine,” Koen replies, and Sylus shifts, his hands tightening before he lifts me over his shoulder with a playful growl. A squeal escapes my lips, and I squirm, my laughter bouncing off the walls.
He only chuckles, his palm gliding over my thighs, gripping me securely. One of his fingers trails higher, slipping between my legs and finding my entrance, teasing me with slow, shallow thrusts of his fingers as he carries me up the stairs.
“Sylus!” I gasp, half in delight, half in protest.
“Can’t have you cooling down, Sparkle. Ace and Nicholas did such a good job warming you up. It’d be a shame to waste it.”
Fuck.
By the time we reach Koen’s room, I’m a trembling mess again, my skin humming with need. Sylus sets me down, his fingers slipping out of me with one last teasing stroke. My legs wobble, but he steadies me, his mischievous smile softening into something almost tender.
“Sit down in the chair,” Koen tells Nicholas. “Watch. If you get hard again, you’re allowed to join us. But there’s no pressure.”
Nicholas swallows, his cheeks flushing, but he nods, moving to the chair. My chest tightens with warmth at how Koen respects his boundaries while guiding him. It mirrors the way Sylus watches out for Ace, ensuring everyone’s boundaries are honored.
My beautiful, complicated, caring guys.
Koen’s attention shifts back to me. He steps in close, his fingers brushing my cheek. “Trust me?”
“Yes.” The answer comes without hesitation.
“And you consent to us touching and pleasuring you while you’re in a trance?”
“Yes.”
“Jesus Christ.” Sylus groans as he strokes himself. “I can’t wait to feel her clench down on me. Hurry the fuck up, Koen.”
I huff a laugh, but Koen’s gaze makes me sober up again.
“You consent to us using you for our pleasure while you’re in a trance?”
Oh. My. God.
I nod quickly. “Use me.”
His brow lifts. “Words, precious.”
“Fuck… yes, I consent.”
“Good.” His fingers close around my wrist, and then he lifts his hand, his knuckles brushing my forehead. “Sleep.”
The word drifts over me, and my mind sinks. Then the world blurs, and my body sways forward. My head comes to rest against his naked chest, and a deep calm settles over me. I’m aware, floating in the warmth of their presence, but my limbs feel heavy, immovable.
“You’re fine.” Koen’s hand glides over my hair. “You’re safe. You’ll hear and feel everything we do to you, but you can’t move. You’ll stay in a trance until I tell you to wake up.”
I drift, held in that space of perfect trust and surrender. When Koen’s arms lower me onto the bed with such gentle care, it contrasts sharply with the electricity sparking under my skin.
The cool sheets cradle my body, and my eyes stay closed, unable to open. I feel his hands pull away, leaving my skin aching for contact. A shiver rolls through me, goose bumps blooming across my flesh.
“Fuck, that’s it?” Sylus’s voice is rough with awe and desire, the mattress dipping as he joins me. Then his fingers stroke up my thigh. “She’s just… like this now? She can feel this?”
“She feels everything,” Koen confirms. “And she hears us. Go on. Fuck her. But only a few thrusts. I want to wake her up and see how it feels for her.”
Sylus’s mouth brushes against my stomach, making me want to arch into him, but my body remains still, pliant. He grips the backs of my knees, lifting my legs and spreading me open.
Koen groans from my right, the sound low and guttural, like he’s barely keeping himself in check.
Holy shit.
“God, baby,” Sylus murmurs. “This is even better than when you’re asleep.”
His cock nudges at my entrance, the head pushing in slowly, stretching me open. The fullness is exquisite, overwhelming, and I want to moan, to rock my hips and meet him, but all I can do is feel while my body remains slack.
He sinks in deeper, groaning low in his throat. “Knowing you’re aware… that you can feel every inch of me, but you can’t move… fuck, Sparkle.”
He withdraws almost completely before thrusting back in, his pace controlled, each stroke rubbing against every sensitive spot inside me. My mind floats, drunk on sensation, every nerve ending alive with pleasure.
“Wake up.”
Koen taps my forehead, and I surface with a gasp, my eyes flying open as a moan tears from my throat. My body clenches around Sylus’s cock, the intensity amplified by my return to awareness.
“Fuck,” Sylus almost whimpers. “You okay, baby?”
“Don’t stop,” I pant, my fingers digging into the sheets. “Please, don’t stop.”
A wicked grin curls his lips, and he thrusts into me again. “Your wish is my command.”
The friction sends sparks shooting through me, and my hips move of their own accord, meeting each of his thrusts. His thumb finds my clit, circling it with the perfect amount of pressure, and my vision blurs at the edges.
“So… it’s good?”
I manage a breathless laugh, my body a riot of sensation. “It’s fucking amazing. Surrendering like this… being fucked like this… I don’t even have the words.”
Sylus’s eyes darken, his thumb pressing harder against my clit, drawing a desperate moan from me. “Again?”
“Yes. And don’t hold back. I want to know what you do to me while I’m out of it.”
Sylus’s grin turns feral as Koen’s fingers slide under my jaw to tilt my face up to his. His lips crash against mine, claiming my mouth with a hunger that steals my breath. He nips my bottom lip hard, the sting mingling with the pleasure, making me gasp.
“Sleep,” he commands, his finger tapping my forehead.
I fall again, drifting into the darkness of the trance. My body melts, boneless and open, as Koen’s words anchor me.
“You’re safe. Feel what we do to you.”
“God, your pussy’s perfect.” Sylus’s hands tighten around my thighs, holding me open for him as he starts to thrust again, harder this time. “So tight, so fucking good for me.”
I feel everything, the stretch, the push and pull of him, but I can’t react. My body stays still, trapped in this intoxicating surrender. It’s a paradox, really. My mind spins wildly with pleasure while my body remains motionless.
Sylus’s mouth is hot and demanding as it closes over my nipple.
He sucks, his teeth grazing the peak, and if I could arch into him, I would.
The heat coils tighter inside me while his mouth trails up, his teeth scraping along my throat before he bites down, sending a jolt of pleasure-pain through me.
My mind screams with sensation, but my body remains lax.
The contrast is dizzying, surreal.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he groans out, his hips snapping even harder now. “Letting me have you… trusting me… I swear it’s too fucking hot.”
His hand slides between us again, his fingers finding my clit. My body wants to tremble, to buck while the pleasure builds, but I can’t move, can’t pant, can’t chase it.
“Fuck, baby,” Sylus growls. “You’re close. I can feel it.”
A strangled groan rips from his throat, and through the fog of my pleasure, I hear him choke out, “Shit, Koen, wake her up.”
“Wake up.” Koen pulls me back to the surface just as the orgasm detonates.
I gasp, my lungs finally dragging in air as the pleasure tears through me, my body shaking, clenching around Sylus as he thrusts deep one last time.
A broken moan escapes him as he spills inside me, his warmth flooding me and mixing with Nicholas’s release.
The realization causes me to shudder, and my hips jolt as a tremor racks my body.
A rough groan tears from Ace’s throat, and when I glance up, his head is tipped back, his jaw tight, his body tense like a man on the edge of ruin.
Sylus rests his forehead against mine, bringing my focus back to him as his hands still cradle my thighs.
“You’re my person.” I whisper as he leans back to meet my gaze, and I push some dark hair from his almost molten silver eyes.
“And you’re mine,” he whispers back against my lips, kissing me softly.
When he pulls out slowly, a satisfied groan slips from his lips, but the sudden emptiness makes me ache.
I still want more.
Koen’s eyes meet mine, a knowing glint sparking in their depths. “Color?”
“Green. Very fucking green.”
He chuckles, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from my face. Then his gaze shifts to Ace, a question lingering between them. “Ric, still want to give it a try?”
Ace steps forward and leans down, his mouth hovering over mine. “Do you want this?”
“Yes,” I breathe out, my lips grazing his. “It’s so fucking hot, you have no idea.”
A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Fine. Let’s try this then.”
Koen’s fingers find my nipple, giving it a sharp pinch that makes my breath catch. Just as the jolt of sensation courses through me, he taps my forehead and murmurs, “Sleep. Feel safe and feel what Ric does to you.”
A wave of calm rolls through me once again, my body relaxing into the bed, my eyes drifting shut. The push and pull of sensations is addictive, leaving me wanting more.
Sylus’s heavy breathing is the only sound in the room, the kind of sound that makes my skin prickle with awareness.
Ace’s touch is different. Slower, almost reverent. His hands glide over my body, his fingertips brush over my hips, the curve of my waist, lingering on the Ace of Hearts tattoo. A kiss lands softly on my neck, then another on my cheek, each touch gentle, full of meaning that makes my heart swell.
My skin prickles with desire, the need building again like an ember catching fire. As if he senses it, Ace’s fingers slide lower, teasing through my slit.
“Don’t stop,” Sylus’s voice comes from somewhere close. “Our girl can’t get enough of us.”
Koen hums softly from beside me as he strokes the side of my jaw, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “You think she can take more?”
“Oh, I know her well enough to know she would say yes.” Sylus snickers.