Chapter 46 #2
I move my mouth to Dom’s cock first, taking him in deep as I use my free hand to stroke Landon’s throbbing shaft. Both men twitch at my touch, breathy exhales and curses releasing from them.
I pull off of Dom’s cock, then move my mouth to Landon’s, which is in the center. Lifting my free hand, I play with his balls, smiling when he mutters, “Fuck me.”
That’s the plan.
I continue to suck Landon as I grab ahold of Dom’s and Beckett’s cocks on either side of me. I stroke them in tandem to my mouth bobbing on Landon’s hard dick.
I do this for a few minutes, alternating between the three of them, listening to every sharp intake of breath, every murmured plea, every curse. I’m beginning to know their bodies almost as well as I know my own. Better, even.
At one point, Beckett rubs the tip of his dick against my peaked nipple, and a bolt of desire migrates straight to my pussy.
Somehow, I end up on the bed, my clothing gone.
When did that happen?
Beckett’s hand smooths over the curve of my ass as Landon reclines on the bed, one arm raised over his head, a cocky smirk on his face. Using his free hand, he strokes himself, his mercury eyes intent on my face.
“Come here, kitten,” he instructs, and I’m helpless to resist him. Not that I would, even if I could.
My mouth waters as I move on my hands and knees toward his waiting cock.
“God, I love this view,” Zane praises, and a flush rushes to my cheeks as I realize what, exactly, the others are seeing.
But before a pang of inadequacy can zip through me, Landon crooks his fingers. “Be a good girl and suck my cock,” he orders.
My bratty side comes out to play. “Why should I do that?” I arch an eyebrow at him, even as I continue crawling forward, the tips of my breasts brushing against his thighs and creating delicious friction.
Landon’s eyes burn. “Because you’re mine. Ours.”
Ours.
I should protest that possessive, claiming word. Lash out. Scream that I don’t belong to anyone.
But it’s not true. I’m my own person, yes, but the parts of me that make me Ellie belong to the five men scattered throughout this room. I’m theirs as surely as they’re mine. This isn’t a one-way road.
I move my mouth to his throbbing dick in answer to that claiming, hollowing my cheeks to take him in deep.
Something wet touches my throbbing pussy, and then Dom’s voice whispers, “Is this okay?”
I pull away from Landon’s cock to grit out, “God, yes,” then return to my task.
Dom continues to apply a generous amount of lube—though it’s not needed. I’m wet as fuck for them, and they haven’t done anything to me yet. Just touching them is enough to turn me on.
“Look at how wet our girl is,” Beckett breathes, his British accent deepening with his desire. His hands join Dom’s, spreading my pussy lips for everyone to see. I feel heat in my cheeks.
Dom chuckles as he fingers me. “Do you think she’s ready for me, brother?”
Beckett smooths a hand over my ass cheek. “I’m not sure. I like the view too much right now. Don’t want to obscure it with your ugly ass.”
Dom’s deeply satisfied chuckle rumbles through me. “I think she would look even better speared on a cock, wouldn’t you say?”
Fuck, yes.
I must whimper my approval to that idea because five male chuckles echo through the room.
“I think we have our answer,” Dom murmurs, then the tip of his cock presses against me.
I pull my lips away from Landon’s dick to breathe out, “Fuck, yes. More. I need more.”
Landon chuckles from beneath me, male satisfaction streaking across his face, as if he’s the one entering me. “Greedy girl.”
“So greedy,” Dom agrees, though his words morph into a groan as he enters me slowly, inch by inch, taking his sweet damn time and driving me mad.
When he finally reaches the hilt, he pauses, his breathing choppy. He grips my hips hard enough to leave bruises.
But not hard enough.
“How tight is she?” The question, surprisingly, comes from Ryker. I can’t see him from this angle, but I imagine he’s watching me, studying me, deciding how much of this he can take. I wonder if he’s still fully dressed or if he has given in to even a smidgen of the desire riding him.
The prospect makes my pussy flutter around Dom’s length.
He grunts, his fingers tightening, and grits out, “So fucking tight. It’s like she’s trying to squeeze my cock.”
“Then move, dammit,” I all but snarl.
His chuckle is full of satisfaction. “As our wife wishes.”
My body jerks at that word.
Wife.
Our wife.
We’re not married, but…
It feels right.
“I think we’ve skipped a few steps,” I manage to say around the blade lodged in my throat.
Beckett moves toward me and grabs my hair, wrapping it around his wrist. “I don’t think we have.”
“You already agreed that you’re ours,” Landon points out.
“We’re just skipping the waiting part,” Zane says, his tone breathy.
“But if you want a big wedding…” Ryker trails off, sounding unsure.
“You guys aren’t…” I gasp as Dom thrusts into me, hard and fast, his hips gaining speed. I try again. “You guys aren’t going to propose?”
“Consider this your proposal.” Beckett tilts my head to the side, so I’m forced to stare into his multicolored eyes. “You’re our wife. We’re your husbands.” Then he kisses me, and I moan into his mouth, pleasure washing over me in a tidal wave of sensation.
Landon’s fingers move toward my dangling breasts, kneading them and flicking my peaked nipples.
Dom continues to thrust into me, hitting that sweet spot each and every time, knowing exactly what I need.
“Oh god.” I pull away from Beckett, my lips swollen. “I’m going to—”
“Come for us, Ellie,” Ryker growls, though his voice sounds closer, not as far away. “Come around Dom’s cock like a good girl.”
I’m used to taking these types of orders from Landon. But Ryker? I suppose all my men have a dominate streak in them, and I fucking love it. Maybe, in the future, we can try different dynamics, but right now, I want nothing more than to be told exactly what to do.
Dom’s fingers rub at my clit, and I come with a scream, pleasure spiraling through me and briefly darkening my vision.
“Oh god.” As I lie there, limp and pliant, hands move and guide me. I find myself straddling Landon’s hard length, a question brewing in those striking mercury eyes.
In a wordless answer, I lower my hands to his chest and slowly sink onto his length.
This is one of my favorite positions. I don’t necessarily like taking charge in the bedroom, but I love being in control. And with my men? I always am. I know without a shadow of doubt that they’ll stop if I ask them to, no questions asked.
And to be able to set the pace? Fuck, yes.
I wasn’t sure if I could go again, but lust blossoms, excitement brimming deep in my veins.
Landon’s hands settle on my hips, and he bites down on his lower lip, his eyes molten as they travel over me.
I feel so full with him inside me, his cock stretching me in all the right places.
“Fuck, yes.” I allow my lashes to flutter shut as I begin to ride him—slowly, at first, as I get used to the stretching sensation of his cock inside of me. Then faster as I gain my confidence.
“I love you so fucking much,” Landon murmurs, and I snap my eyes open to focus on him.
“I love you too.” I kiss him—a sloppy, heated kiss—then straighten to ride him at a deeper angle, arching my back.
Landon’s eyes are intent on my bouncing breasts, and he lifts his head to capture a nipple in his mouth. He grazes the pink nub with his teeth, and I moan.
“How would you feel about my cock in your perfect ass?” Beckett’s breathy whisper sounds from beside my ear. One of his fingers slides between my ass cheeks.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I turn over my shoulder, allowing him to see the desperate need in my eyes, and his grin softens.
Without turning away from me, he holds out a hand, and Dominic hands him the lube.
He pours a generous amount onto his hand and begins to rub it into my asshole.
Only then does he pull his gaze away from mine, intent on the task at hand with laser-like focus only Beckett has perfected.
Landon gives my nipple a sharp, punishing twist, and I gasp, turning back to him.
He offers me a sheepish smile. “Sorry. Felt a little possessive there for a second.”
Beckett snorts from behind me. “Hold still for a second.”
Landon stops thrusting, allowing Beckett the opportunity to line up the tip of his cock with my now-lubricated ass. He waits for a second, as if giving me the opportunity to change my mind, before pushing inside.
Like every other time we’ve done this, I tense up, tears prickling my eyes.
It’s too much.
I’m too full.
They’re too big.
My thoughts swirl, panic briefly eclipsing the pleasure, but then Ryker’s gravelly voice whispers, “Breathe, baby. Breathe.”
I can’t see him, but I take comfort in his words, the knots in my throat easing.
Landon begins to suck at my nipple, his tongue swirling around the beaded nub, as we wait for Beckett to seat himself fully inside of me.
Breathe.
I just need to breathe.
I do what Ryker instructed and take deep, gulping breaths, sucking air into my shriveled lungs.
Breathe.
“Fuck me,” Zane moans. “Is it my turn yet?”
“Is it strange I’m getting hard again?” Dom inquires.
“It would be weirder if you weren’t,” Ryker mumbles.
Beckett slowly, tentatively, begins to thrust his hips forward, the momentum causing me to bounce on Landon. All three of us groan simultaneously.
It isn’t long until we find a rhythm—Beckett pushing into me at the same moment Landon slides out, and vice versa.
I’m a writhing, mindless heap between the two of them, and I can’t bring myself to care. Inarticulate praises and curses leave my lips. One moment, I’m damning them all. The next, I’m elevating them to deity status.
They continue to rock me between them, the only sounds our ragged breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh. I don’t know what the other three are doing, but this isn’t about them. They’ll have their turn.