Chapter 77 #3
“I’m good other than the fact I haven’t come,” she grumbled.
If they’d just let her come, she was certain that she’d be far more relaxed. Quaid had put her in ropes before and she tended to drift away, to float.
Not this time .
After she said that, he pressed that damn remote and the egg started to buzz again.
Unfortunately, it just wasn’t enough to send her over the edge, just enough to make her crazy. And when it stopped buzzing, she let out an annoyed cry.
“Damn it, Quaid!” she snapped.
“Now, is that anyway to speak to us?” Slade drawled from the doorway. He stepped inside the room.
Shoot.
She was in trouble now.
“You’re surprisingly sassy for someone who just got her bottom spanked,” Slade said as he kneeled on the bed.
Smack!
Ouch.
Shit.
Heat exploded across her right bottom cheek.
Smack!
Then her left cheek.
She clenched down around the egg inside her. “Hope?”
“Asleep with the monitor on. And Rock just got home.” Slade turned to look at the door where Rock was standing with a plastic bag in his hand, looking nervous.
At once, all her worries drifted away. She’d do anything to make him more relaxed.
“Rock,” she said quietly.
His gaze moved away from her pussy up to hers.
“Come fuck me.”
Come fuck me.
Those words went straight to Rock’s cock. He stared down at his girl hungrily.
Fuck.
He still didn’t deserve her and he was still scared about hurting her. But did he want her ?
Desperately.
He swallowed hastily, ignoring the guys as they stripped off and started teasing their girl again. Quaid slid the egg from her pussy while Slade worked the plug out of her ass.
And then Spencer started playing with her. He teased her, driving her higher and higher until she was begging him for more before drawing away to lightly kiss away her tears.
“Please, please, I need . . . I need . . .”
Quaid had removed the ropes, soothing her skin with light touches.
“Come on, Rock,” Slade said. “She’s ready.”
“Please, Rock,” she begged, holding out a hand to him.
He placed the lube on the bed and Spencer grabbed some, putting it on his fingers and then pressing them deep into her pussy.
Rock nodded his thanks as he stripped.
And then he climbed onto the bed with her.
“You want us to leave?” Slade asked him.
No!
Wait. What did he want? Did he really want their first time together to be a group thing?
Indie’s face softened. “You won’t hurt me, Rock. I have faith in you. You’d never do anything to harm me. If you feel like you need them here, though. That’s okay, too.”
She was right.
He loved her. And he’d never do anything to harm her.
I’ve got this.
They all nodded and left.
And then it was just the two of them. Rock and his girl.
“You’ve always been the one to protect me. In the shadows. Now, you do it in the light. And I want you to take me. To fully own me. So I can fully own you.”
Fuck. He wanted that too.
Slowly, he pushed himself inside her. At the first sign of pain he was going to stop .
However, she didn’t once stop smiling. And fuck was she wet. It was fucking heaven. He couldn’t believe how warm she was. How good she felt. At first, he just pushed a few inches into her before drawing back.
Indie let out a cry of protest, then understanding filled her face as he pushed back into her. This time he got a bit further.
It was slow. It was torturous.
But this was the way it had to be. And all he could see on her face was pleasure.
He seated himself as deeply as he could and they both took the chance to catch their breath.
“All right?” he rasped, unable to move his hands since they were keeping his weight off her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Fuck me, Rock. Take me. I’m yours.”
God.
Yes.
He pulled back, then slowly pushed inside. He kept his movements gentle. Easy.
But she drove herself up into him. “More! More!”
Christ.
She was killing him. He bit his lower lip, trying to control himself.
“Indie,” he growled. His throat was starting to hurt more with each word, but he didn’t care in that moment.
Shifting his weight to one hand, he reached between them to play with her clit. He wanted to feel her coming.
“Oh. Ohhh,” she cried as she arched her back and fell over the edge, pulsating around him.
Fuck!
That felt so fucking amazing. He could barely hold himself back from coming then and there as she shook under him. It took all of his control to hold himself back.
Rock started moving again, driving into her several more times, trusting her to tell him if it was too much. And then his orgasm rushed through him, and he drove in deep with a groan.
When he came back to earth, he slowly pulled out of her and twisted them so he was lying on his back with her on top of him.
“Thank you, Rock,” she whispered as she peppered his face with kisses. “I love you.”
If anyone should be thanking anyone, he should be thanking her.
For loving him.
For showing him that he was a part of this family. That he did belong to her in all ways.
Indie felt the other guys climb around them in a big puppy pile. It was nice. She loved being held by them. They all touched her, murmuring to her, telling her how much they loved her.
It was amazing. But she wanted more.
Sliding down Rock’s body, she took his soft dick into her mouth. It was still a giant even when it wasn’t hard. She licked along it, not caring that she could taste herself. The others were all hard, she had to make sure he was too if she was going to take all of them.
Rock groaned.
“Jesus, Princess, give the poor guy some recovery time,” Spencer joked, pulling her away from Rock. “Come eat my cock.” He sat, resting against the headboard with his legs spread.
Kneeling between his open legs, she took his dick deep into her mouth.
She felt someone grasp hold of her hips and then cool, wet fingers were pressed into her asshole.
Gasping, she looked behind her to find Quaid smiling at her. “Good girl. Concentrate on Spencer while I get your ass ready.”
Dear Lord.
But she returned to sucking Spencer until he claimed he’d had enough that he was going to come if she kept going. Spencer slid down the bed, helping her straddle his hips so he could drive his dick up into her pussy.
Quaid had shifted away from her and she could hear running water so she guessed that he was in the bathroom, washing his hands.
“Come here, Boo,” Slade urged.
She turned her head to find him kneeling next to her, his dick by her face.
Opening her mouth, she took him deep.
Quaid moved back in behind her. She knew it was him because Rock was now rubbing her back and nipping along her shoulder softly, his large cock, pressing up against her side.
“Easy, Boo,” Slade told her. “Just relax. You can take all of us. Reach back and take hold of Rock’s cock while Quaid fucks your ass. That’s it.”
Spencer held her steady as Rock moved higher up the bed and took hold of her hand, guiding it to his dick.
And then Quaid was pushing his way into her ass.
And it was too much. Too much sensation. She felt overwhelmed. But in the best possible way.
She was stretched to the hilt, taken, possessed.
Loved.
They made love to her, not rushing anything.
Spencer was the first one to come, groaning as he drove deep into her pussy.
And then Slade came in her mouth. He moved his hand down between her and Spencer so he could flick her clit.
She turned her head, wrapping her mouth around the head of Rock’s cock as she sucked him off while Quaid drove deep into her ass and shouted out his release.
Slade drove her into another orgasm with his skilled fingers and she shook with her release as Rock came in her mouth with a quiet moan.
They shifted her around with gentle movements, cleaning her up before they all wrapped themselves around her.
And it was heaven.
Later on that night, they all squished into the wardrobe attached to her playroom, including Hope.
She held her baby and stared around at all her men. The fairy lights that Rock had put in here, twinkling above them.
And she realized that the girl who’d always felt alone, who had never felt like she was enough, now had so much that she was overflowing.
And it was a happy-ever-after that even the stars couldn’t have dreamt up for her.