Hard Ruck bonus scene
Chelsea
I lay in the centre of the bed. Every muscle in my body was completely relaxed. Even after a massage, I didn’t feel this good. The only parts of me I could move was my eyes, and to some extent, my mouth. That was all I wanted to move, if I was honest. I was content to lie here and be used.
“You look like a fuck doll,” Dallas breathed. He sounded completely awed, like he couldn’t quite believe what he saw.
I felt like one. Completely at their mercy. When it was just Frost and me, in the back of his car, that was hot as fuck. Having three of them was next level and then some.
I saw Dallas’ hesitation, the worry that he was taking advantage of me. Even knowing I took the drug fully aware of what I was doing. Even knowing I consented. For a moment, I thought he might back away. Wait until the drug wore off.
I smiled my encouragement to him. I wanted him. I knew he wanted me. He always did. His persistent, burning need wouldn’t hold him back for long. His cock was already hard and leaking moisture, ready to go. Ready to fuck me.
Dallas lay over me, and eased my legs open before positioning his cock and sliding inside.
I couldn’t move, but I could feel. Every centimetre of him filling me, sliding in and out of me. Using my body the way I wanted him to. Owning me.
Beside us, I saw Frost hover over Storm’s cock.
I couldn’t turn my head to watch, so I had to match the sucking sounds and groaning with a picture in my mind. I bet anything the real thing was even hotter.
“How are you so perfect?” Dallas whispered.
I would have laughed at the suggestion, but all I could do was give him a faint smile and half close my eyes to enjoy having him thrust into me. Slower, then faster, then slower again.
“I’m going to come,” he said softly. “I’m going to come inside you.”
Yes, please. I wanted him to fill me. For his warmth to flood into my body. I wanted every drop.
He thrust harder, driving himself in and out, in and out. Finally, he cried out his release. He fell still, his whole body tensed, face scrunched up with concentration as he enjoyed every moment of his bliss.
“Chelsea...” He whispered. “So fucking… So good.” He grunted, spilling himself into me. Gradually coming back down to earth, blinking a couple of times to clear his vision and mind.
He opened his mouth to say something else, but shut it again and shook his head. Whatever he was feeling right now, he didn’t have the words to express. Honestly, neither did I. We didn’t need to. We had more than words to communicate with. We had looks, touches and sighs.
Gently, like I was porcelain, he gathered me up in his arms and held me close, my face turned so I could see the other two guys.
They’d finished with each other for now, and were also cuddling. Could they be any more adorable? Two big, badass rugby players, snuggling like Dallas and me. I wished I could take a photo. Instead, I committed the moment to memory. Savouring it for the short time it lasted.
How long that was, I couldn’t tell exactly. Several minutes, maybe? We lay like that until Frost reached for me, all but pushing Dallas out of me before rolling me over on my stomach and sliding his cock into my wet, warm pussy.
He sighed with pure bliss. “She always feels incredible. One day we should try…” He trailed off.
“You can’t say something like that and then not finish it,” Storm told him.
“DVP,” Frost said after a few moments’ pause. “It’s where?—”
“I know what DVP is,” Storm said. “We're doing that. Someday.”
Yes, please. When they were ready, I was here for it.
In the meantime, I was happy to press my face into a pillow and enjoy Frost fucking me. His cock sliding in and out slowly like he had all the time in the world.
I supposed he did. Right now, we had nowhere else to be. Putting the real world to one side for a while was nice. Just being together and letting them do whatever they wanted to me. To be completely submissive. To be able to trust them so much I knew they wouldn’t abuse this opportunity. None of them would ever do anything bad to me.
I'd never trusted anyone the way I trusted these guys. Except maybe my brother. Even then, I wasn’t sure I trusted him enough to drug me. He might do something like shave my hair, or carve his initials into my ass. If he did that, I'd be forced to do the same to him. He might look cute with CEM carved into his skin.
I suspected our partners might not like that much. Although, they could always add their own initials. No doubt he’d willingly let them do that.
Now I thought about it, they probably had.
I pushed him out of my mind as Frost’s thrusts became faster and more frantic.
“I’m going to come,” he said.
“Not yet,” Storm told him. “Not until I tell you you can.”
“But I—” Frost protested.
“If you come before I say you can, I’m going to whip your ass,” Storm growled. “Be a good boy and wait until you're told.”
“Calling me that is making it harder,” Frost complained. “Yes, I mean my cock, not just my willpower.”
Storm chuckled. “Dallas, do you think we should let him come?”
Dallas looked thoughtful. “Soon.” He sounded like he was enjoying Frost’s discomfort. At least a little bit. Teasingly, not to be sadistic.
“You both suck.” Frost slowed down his thrusts. “I can’t hold it much longer.”
“You can,” Storm told him. “Good boy, keep holding back.”
Frost groaned. “She feels so fucking good.” He squeezed my ass, then ran the pad of his thumb over my smooth skin. “So perfect like this. Sometimes I wish we could keep her like this forever.”
“We can’t,” Storm said. He sounded slightly regretful. As if he’d like nothing more than to have me completely helpless permanently, but knowing I’d never go for it. I wouldn’t, a girl had to have some kind of a life.
“Okay, Frost,” Storm said finally. “You can come.”
No sooner had he said those words when Frost groaned, long and low. Pumping frantically as he came, giving himself over to an orgasm that drew out for at least a minute.
“Fucking hell,” he breathed. “So fucking good. So fucking… Yes.”
He finally sagged over me, lying so he was touching me but not pressing me down into the mattress. “So fucking perfect.”
I let out a soft sigh of agreement. This was so fucking perfect. These guys were so fucking everything.