Chapter 19
When You Put Your Hands on Me
My heart kicks up a beat. This is really happening, it’s not just some fantasy.
Before I have a chance to do or say anything else, Cruz’s lips cover mine and he kisses me deeply, forcing his tongue inside my mouth in a way that has me all lit up inside.
Then Asher’s lips are on me as well, placing delicate kisses down my neck.
I lean into him, my hand tangling into his shirt before slipping under to touch skin, smooth muscles with a tail of hair that leads down to where his pants button is already undone.
Their warm bodies cage me in on both sides, heating mine and driving me wild.
When I pull back from Cruz, I realize Jagger is sitting right in front of me on the coffee table, his eyes filled with dark lust. They run down my body, all intense, still broody, but with fresh interest that has his eyes lighting up.
The other boys still. It’s like they’re waiting for his go-ahead.
But maybe it’s more than that. This is new territory for all of us.
Jagger doesn’t share. And I’m not sure how this is going to work.
I run my tongue over my top lip, testing him, waiting for him to pounce. But I know that’s not his style. He’s more calculated, probably plotting every damn move. “Who’s taking my dress off? Cruz or Asher?” I ask him, feigning an innocence we all know I no longer have.
His eyes darken. “I knew from the first second I laid eyes on you, you were going to be trouble.”
“Bet you’re glad you kidnapped me then.” I smirk sassily.
“Stand up,” he demands. The room is so silent you could hear a pin drop.
The boys release me, allowing me to stand on shaky legs.
I might be trying to match his boss energy, but we all know I have nothing on him.
He’s intimidating as can be. I tug at the hem of my dress, ready to take it off for him, but he stops me.
Brushing my hands away, he runs his fingertips up and over my stomach then my breasts in a way that makes my breath hitch.
It’s firm but tender. His second hand gathers the fabric then tugs it up and over my head.
It pools at my wrists where the cuffs are.
He carefully undoes each side so my dress can drop to the floor, then he locks them back up tight, that damn wicked smirk on his lips.
My hands bound together might just be his favorite thing.
Dark eyes eat up every inch of me and send color to my cheeks because I know the other two are getting a good view of my ass from behind as well.
Maybe three is too many. It’s already overwhelming my senses.
His rough hands are back on my skin, running up and over ever so slowly.
He carefully tugs the lace fabric of my bra down, exposing each of my nipples to the cool air.
They pebble and ache to be touched by him, but he bypasses them, his hands coming to my face instead.
He cups my chin then traces the line of my jaw before slipping his thumb inside my mouth.
From behind I feel hands on me, one set running over my ass, the other up the inside of my thigh. “Fuck, baby, you’re dripping,” Cruz hisses.
I have no idea why, but I moan. They’re all so close to me but none of them are actually touching me where my body begs to be touched. “Stop toying with me,” I whimper, pushing my ass back.
Asher chuckles, the vibration going through my body from where his lips are pressed to my shoulder. His hand comes down playfully on my ass cheek. “So damn needy.”
Cruz strokes over my clit ever so lightly, and I shiver.
“You want all of us, but can you take three cocks?” Jagger asks.
I blink back at him, having no idea if I can or even in what capacity he’s talking.
“I guess we’re about to find out?” my voice shakes out.
I wish I was braver, that I could find some confidence and at least pretend not to be so new to all of this.
But three is a lot, and as much as I want to be close to all of them and have this moment, I have no idea how it works.
I reach for the fly on Jagger’s jeans, but he captures my hands in front of me, using the cuff to hold them captive. “Is that a ‘yes, boss, fill me with three cocks, please?’”
I let out a whimper but it’s not out of fear, it’s more that I’m so damn turned on I can’t find words. I just want them to do wicked things to me. I want them everywhere, filling me up and making me scream. I blink up at him. “Yes… please, Jagger,” I play along.
His lips twitch, and he releases my hands, allowing me to unzip his fly and slip my hand inside to stroke his cock. It’s not easy with the cuffs on, but I’m desperate to touch him. He’s impossibly hard and feels so damn good as I curl my fingers around his thick cock and stroke.
Cruz slips his fingers inside my panties, exploring down my center before he pushes two thick fingers deep inside of me, pulling a moan from my lips as I’m pushed forward. “That’s it, baby, moan for us.” His other hand drags my panties down my legs.
Asher catches my moans with his lips as he locks them with mine, his tongue filling my mouth, holding me close as I kiss him back like a woman possessed.
His hand slips lower, joining Cruz’s fingers he pushes inside a finger as well.
I cry into his lips, so damn full. He doesn’t keep it there for long.
Instead, he moves his hand over my ass and plunges the finger into my asshole.
Oh God, they’re really going to do this. No messing around. I asked for it, now I’m going to get it.
“Bend over, flower. Let the boys play with you while you suck my cock.” Jagger helps me, taking hold of my bound hands so I can bend forward to take his thick cock in my mouth, my elbows resting on the table to either side of his thighs.
Pre-cum beads at the tip, and I flick out my tongue and lick it off, grinning up at him when I find the look of pure lust in his eyes.
I love that I do this to him. The way he falls apart for little old me.
He reaches for me, his fingers gripping a handful of hair as he pulls me all the way onto his cock, nearly choking me with the sudden movement.
Cruz has moved to one side of me and Asher the other, their hands running over my skin, playing with me. Cruz slumps down on the sofa, and I feel his hands right behind me. Reaching between my legs, he pushes two fingers deep inside me and twists, stretching me delightfully.
My wetness sloshes around his fingers as they slide in and out of me easily. I’m so damn turned on I couldn’t tell you my name anymore. All there is is their lips and their touch that’s driving me wild.
Asher reaches for my tender breasts, rolling my nipple between his fingers. He still has a finger in my ass and moves it in and out leisurely as he toys with my nipple as well, his lips placing kisses down my side.
My body is hot and shivering. I’m desperate to tell them I want more, I want them to screw me. But my mouth is full with Jagger’s constant thrusts. Suddenly he reefs my head back with a handful of my hair so I’m staring up at him. “You’re a little too good at that.”
My breathing comes in ragged, strained breaths. “Does that mean you’re going to screw me now?” I get out, sounding like the little slut I am for them.
Cruz chuckles from behind me then slaps my ass. “So greedy.” His thumb is rubbing my juices over my clit as he moves his fingers in and out of me. It’s a delicious type of torture coupled with what Asher is doing to me. I’m overstimulated, but it only makes me want more.
Jagger takes my face in both his hands, my body practically limp as he holds me. I’m shivering all over, so damn close to tumbling. “I just wanted to watch you cum.”
Asher slides a finger through my juices then pulls his finger out of my ass and pushes two inside of me. Oh dear God. I see stars.
Jagger’s face blurs as my pussy convulses, sending wave after wave of pleasure rippling through my body. I cry into the room all sorts of incoherent sounds as my pussy pulses and squeezes around Cruz’s fingers.
Jagger’s lips are on mine, kissing me as I ride out my orgasm. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
When my trembling subsides, I feel Asher’s lips on my shoulder, placing rough kisses down my back as he pulls his finger out of me and moves away.
Cruz’s hands come to my hip, and he pulls me down onto his cock, filling my pussy in one move.
His lips come to my neck, and he nips at me, biting and sucking as he pumps in and out of me in a way that makes my head spin.
There’s no time to recover from my first orgasm as my pussy starts to pulse again, the piercings on his cock rubbing me in the most wonderful way.
Asher returns with a wicked grin on his pretty face and a giant bottle of lube.
That would make me blush under normal circumstances, but with Cruz’s cock pumping in and out of me and Jagger stroking his cock just inches away, I’m pretty sure we’re past feeling any shame about this fucked-up little scenario.
I watch as Asher strips off his pants. His body is so damn gorgeous it’s hard to take my eyes off him. Especially when he squirts some of the lube in his hand then starts to stroke his cock. His eyes come back to mine, and he winks at me, all fucking charming. “You ready for me, princess?”
I nod, no words able to form. I’m just a body right now, a quivering mess that wants so badly to be filled.
He lies down on the sofa, his cock still in his hand.
Cruz’s hands come to either side of my waist, and he lifts me off his cock, helping to reposition me, so I’m facing Asher, legs spread wide.