EPILOGUE #5
Nicholas shifts to lie beside me, his lips brushing a path along my shoulder as he whispers, “He’s right. You’re breathtaking.”
Koen’s fingers trail lightly down my arm. “You’ll never know how much you affect us, Little Thief.”
The weight of their words wraps around me, mingling with the heat and desire coursing through my veins. I feel cherished, adored, and wanted.
Ace’s lips trail down my neck, his hands exploring my body as if learning every curve, every reaction. The others are close, their touches blending seamlessly, creating a symphony of sensation that sets my nerves alight. It’s more than pleasure. It’s a connection.
With them, I’m whole.
With them, I’m home.
“You ready for more, Trouble?” Ace asks as he leans back and reaches for the dresser next to the bed.
I lift my head to meet his gaze, biting my lip in anticipation as he grabs the lube we keep there. “Always.”
There’s a click, then a squeeze, before I feel the coolness of lube on his fingers as he circles my asshole.
The sensation makes me shiver, and a soft moan escapes my lips as I push back against his touch.
His other hand grips my hip firmly, holding me steady as he works, stretching me with slow, patient movements.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, a promise and a praise wrapped in one. “Relax for me, Trouble. Let me make you feel good.”
I shift slightly, my head turning to find Nicholas watching Ace, his cock hard, the faint flush of arousal painting his cheeks.
“Sweetheart,” I say softly, drawing his attention to me. “Sit on my face and fuck my mouth. I want to feel you.”
A muffled “Fuck,” comes from Sylus as Nicholas’s eyes widen, a flush creeping farther down his neck, but he doesn’t hesitate for long, moving to straddle my head with careful movements. When he looks down at me, I reach up to run my hand along his thigh, squeezing gently.
I moan when Ace pushes a second finger inside me. “Now…” I pant as Ace starts to fuck my ass with his fingers. “… show me how much you want it.”
Nicholas exhales as he positions himself, his cock brushing against my lips. I open wide, taking him in, the salty taste of him flooding my senses. My tongue swirls around his length, teasing him, and he groans, his hips moving in tentative, shallow thrusts.
“Just like that,” I murmur when he pulls back. Then, I reach up to pump him a few times, making him leak at the tip. “My messy boy. Don’t hold back. I want all of you.”
I take him back between my lips, and his hips start to move more confidently as he begins to fuck my mouth. His moans grow louder, his hands finding their way to my hair, gently tangling as he lets himself go.
Ace’s fingers press deeper, spreading me open with care, giving me time to adjust to feel every stretch and glide.
“I know you want to wreck her, Ric.” Koen chuckles. “So do it. But do it right.”
When he pulls his fingers away, I whimper at the loss, but he’s quick to replace them with the head of his cock. He presses against me, incrementally increasing the pressure as he pushes inside, inch by inch.
The stretch is intense, almost too much, and I moan around Nicholas’s cock, my body tensing before Ace starts to play with my clit.
“Breathe, Trouble,” he murmurs. “We go slow. You’re doing so good.”
I exhale shakily through my nose, forcing myself to relax as Ace presses deeper, his cock filling me completely. The burn fades into a delicious ache, and I release a breathless moan around Nicholas’s cock, the sensation of being stretched and filled from both ends overwhelming in the best way.
“Fuck.” Ace stills for a moment, his breathing ragged as he gives me time to adjust. “You feel so fucking good. So tight.”
Nicholas’s movements falter as my moans vibrate around his cock, and I gently squeeze his thigh, urging him to keep going.
He thrusts back into my mouth, this time with more urgency. The combination of his slow unraveling and Ace’s deep, controlled rhythm leaves me breathless, completely consumed by them both.
Nicholas’s cock slides deeper with each thrust, the head brushing the back of my throat.
I relax, surrendering completely, letting him take what he needs.
My nails dig into the firm muscle of his thighs, holding on as he begins to lose control, his rhythm faltering into something rawer and more urgent.
“Fuck, Sweetness,” he groans out as his hands tangle in my hair, not pulling but holding, guiding, as though anchoring himself to me. “Your mouth… God, it feels so fucking good.”
I hum, and his response is immediate. A sharp gasp, his hips stuttering forward.
Ace begins to move, his cock sliding in and out of my ass in slow thrusts, giving me time to feel every inch, every stretch, every burn that gradually melts into pure pleasure. His hands grip my hips, guiding me back against him as he buries himself deeper.
“Take it all. You’re perfect like this.”
I moan around Nicholas’s cock again, the sound muffled but still audible.
“Fuck,” Nicholas groans out, his hips snapping forward faster now. His cock slides deep into my throat as he warns, “Novalee… I’m so close.”
I hum again, encouraging him. He cries out, his cock pulsing against my tongue, and I feel him let go, his release hot and salty as it fills my mouth. I swallow every drop, savoring his taste, my nails digging into his thighs as I hold him steady through his climax.
At the same time, Ace’s pace picks up, his thrusts harder, faster while he rubs my clit, sending sparks of pleasure racing through me. My moans grow louder, the sound vibrating against Nicholas, even as he pulls away, his breath still ragged as he comes to lie beside me again.
Ace leans over me, his lips brushing against my ear as he growls, “Come on, Trouble. I want you to come while I fuck your tight little ass.”
“Ugh, why is that so fucking hot?” Sylus grunts as Ace’s words, combined with his fingers on my clit, push me over the edge. With a muffled cry, I shatter, my body convulsing. The intensity leaves me breathless, my limbs trembling, my nails clawing at the sheets as the orgasm wracks through me.
“Fuck,” Ace groans, his grip on my hips bruising as his movements grow erratic. He slams into me one last time, his abs tensing as he lets out a cry. I feel him spill inside me, the heat of his release filling me as he collapses onto me, his weight grounding as I tremble in the aftermath.
For a long moment, we stay there, tangled together, our breaths heavy and uneven, our bodies slick with sweat.
Nicholas’s hand brushes over my cheek, his thumb stroking the corner of my mouth.
My lips part slightly, my breath catching, my body instinctively leaning into his touch, craving more even though I should be satisfied.
Ace pulls out slowly, carefully, but I still gasp at the loss, the sensation leaving me aching. He soothes me with a soft kiss pressed to my Ace of Hearts tattoo, making me giggle, and he chuckles against my skin.
“You okay, Trouble?”
“More than okay,” I whisper while finding Nicholas’s eyes and reaching out to squeeze his upper arm. “That was… so damn good.”
“Good.” Ace’s smile deepens when my eyes find his ice-blue ones again, shining with love and a glimmer of smug satisfaction. “Because we’re not done with you yet.”
My breath hitches as Nicholas shifts beside me, his lips ghosting over my shoulder before he stands.
I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips as I sit up. “Oh, really?
Ace steps back, making room for Koen, whose fingers brush against my cheek.
“Really. We’ve got a long flight ahead of us, and we plan to make the most of it.
But you can relax for the next part.” He smirks, letting me know exactly where his thoughts went.
“If you’re up for it. That was a lot already and—”
“Yes,” I whisper, my chest rising and falling with anticipation.
“Words,” he prompts, his thumb tilting my chin up.
“I consent.”
Koen’s gaze flicks to Sylus, who’s already at the edge of the bed. “We should hold her up from both sides.”
Sylus grins, running a hand through his hair. “I love how you think, brother.”
Koen pinches my nipple, making me gasp before his fingers brush my forehead.
“Sleep. You’re safe. You feel and hear everything.
” The world fades, and the familiar weightlessness of a trance takes over.
My body relaxes into the bed while my mind floats, aware yet still.
“Spread her for us, Sy. Let’s see if she’s ready to take both of us. ”
I feel Sylus’s hands on my legs, his lips brushing against my inner thigh, teasing, before his fingers stroke over my slit, playing with the wetness there.
“She’s ready,” Sylus murmurs, his voice rough with need. “So fucking ready.”
Koen’s touch joins his, a finger circling my asshole. “Lubed up?” he asks, his tone all business.
“With Ric’s cum probably.” Sylus snickers and Ace snorts.
“But let’s make sure.” I can hear the grin in his voice as he retrieves the bottle, then the faint sound of the cap popping open fills the air.
The cool sensation of lube meets my skin as Sylus prepares me, his fingers working thoroughly, and even in my trance, I feel every inch of it.
“She’s still stretched good from his cock. ”
“You’re welcome,” comes from Ace, and Nicholas huffs a laugh.
“Good girl,” Koen murmurs. “You take everything so well.”
I want to respond, to arch into their touch, but my body remains still, completely under their control.
Sylus groans, his fingers pressing deeper one last time before he slides them out. “Fuck, she’s perfect.”
“Let’s see how perfect,” Koen replies, then the bed shifts as he positions himself between my legs.
His cock nudges against my pussy, pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he’s buried inside me.
“I love you, precious,” Koen murmurs against my ear while he gives me a few thrusts, kissing down the side of my head while his hips rock against mine.