Chapter 46 #3
I lean back slightly to wrap an arm around Beckett’s neck, turning my head to kiss him. “I love you.” I pull away to peer down at Landon, who has sweat beading on his forehead and cheeks. “I love you all.”
“Oh…fuck.” Landon’s lashes twitch, and his cock jerks inside of me, losing the rhythm the three of us found.
Beckett bites down on my neck as he comes, a guttural roar escaping him. I feel ropes of cum hit my back and ass as he pulls out of me.
Landon remains inside me for a second longer, his hips jerky and uneven, his silver eyes intent on my face. One of his hands moves between our bodies, and he rubs at my clit, careening me toward my own edge.
I drag my fingernails down his chest as I come with a scream I’m sure the entire neighborhood will hear. Landon comes as well, but unlike Beckett, he doesn’t pull out of me. His cock continues twitching deep in my pussy long after he ejaculates.
A deeply male satisfaction seeps into his eyes.
“I wonder if that’s enough.” Landon says the words almost conversationally, but there’s an undercurrent of desire in them that has my spine stiffening.
“What’s enough?” I ask as he finally slides out of me.
He lowers his mouth to whisper, “Enough cum in your sweet pussy to impregnate you.”
Holy fucking gods.
Lust barrels through me, and I feel heat clamor up my neck and into my cheeks. This isn’t a surprise. We’ve talked about this before. None of my guys wear condoms anymore (though they didn’t wear them often to begin with), and that’s…that’s okay.
The world may be scary, but when is it ever not? I know any child we bring into this world will be loved and protected. No one will harm our baby.
Landon, more than any of them, has an almost primal urge to breed me. He explained in detail that it’s a kink of his but told me we didn’t have to do it if I didn’t feel comfortable.
I fucked him that very moment without a condom.
I roll onto my back now and stare up at the ceiling, breathing heavily. Sweat plasters my hair to my skin.
But I’m not done yet.
I lift my head to find Ryker and Zane both staring at me—ice and fire, side by side.
No, I’m not even close to done yet.
My body hums with a low, nervous energy.
But I want this, I want them, and my body is revved and waiting.
Ryker and Zane stand before me, their gazes hungry.
“Look at her,” Ryker says, his voice a low purr. “So eager for it.” His eyes drop to my chest, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “Fucking perfect.” He leans in to take one nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, his tongue flicking against the peak, sending a jolt straight to my clit.
He releases my nipple with a wet pop and stands back to study me, his gaze roaming over my body. Zane’s hands are on my waist, his thumbs stroking circles on my skin.
“On your hands and knees, Ellie,” Ryker commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “We want to see that perfect ass.”
I obey, sinking onto the middle of the Alaskan king bed, my ass raised.
I can feel the cool air on my wet folds, and I know they can all see how turned on I am.
From higher up the bed, I hear the distinct sound of skin against skin.
I risk a glance and see Landon, Dominic, and Beckett stroking themselves slowly as they watch, already hard again. The sight makes my pussy clench.
Zane kneels behind me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks.
“Look at this pretty little pussy,” he groans, then I feel his tongue, a hot, wet stripe against my slit.
I gasp, my back arching as he eats me out from behind, his tongue delving deep, circling my clit.
Ryker moves in front of me, kneeling and grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Open your mouth,” he orders.
I do, and he feeds his cock to me. He’s thick and heavy, the head already leaking precum.
I wrap my lips around him, swirling my tongue as he pushes deeper, fucking my mouth in slow, deliberate strokes.
The dual sensation is overwhelming—Zane’s tongue lapping at my clit, Ryker’s cock filling my mouth.
“Yeah, take it,” Ryker grunts, his fingers tangling in my hair. “That’s a good girl.” I can hear the slick sounds of the other men jerking off, their quiet groans mixing with my own muffled moans. It’s a symphony of lust, and I’m at the center of it.
Zane pulls back, and I whimper around Ryker’s cock at the loss.
“I need to fuck her,” Zane says, his voice strained with need. He positions himself behind me, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. He lines himself up and sinks into me in one smooth thrust. I moan, the sound vibrating around Ryker’s shaft.
Once Zane is buried to the hilt, he stills, letting me adjust. Ryker takes that moment to pull out of my mouth. “You like having two cocks, Ellie?” he asks, his eyes dark. “You like being filled up from both ends?”
“Yes,” I pant, my body trembling. “God, yes.”
That’s all the encouragement they need. Zane starts to move, his hands gripping my hips as he begins to fuck me in deep, powerful thrusts that rock my whole body.
Ryker stands up, grabbing my hair and tilting my head back.
He feeds his cock into my mouth again, his rhythm matching Zane’s.
I’m caught between them, a vessel for their pleasure, and I’ve never felt more desired.
“Look at her taking it,” I hear Beckett groan from the couch. “Such a fucking slut for it.”
“Her pussy feels so good.” Zane grunts, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. “So fucking tight.”
The pleasure is building, a tight coil in my belly.
Zane reaches around and finds my clit, his fingers rubbing tight circles as he pounds into me.
Ryker is fucking my mouth with abandon now, his hips slapping against my face.
The sounds of sex fill the room—skin slapping, wet mouths, heavy breathing, and the low, guttural groans of the men watching and stroking.
“Come for us, Ellie,” Ryker commands, his voice tight. “Come all over his cock while I fuck your mouth.”
His words are my undoing. The coil snaps, and my orgasm crashes through me, intense and overwhelming.
I scream around Ryker’s cock as my pussy convulses, my body shaking uncontrollably.
Zane groans as my walls clamp down on him, and with a few more hard thrusts, he follows me over the edge, his hot release flooding my insides.
I look up at Ryker, panting, as he pulls his cock from my mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva connects us for a moment before breaking. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling, his eyes dark and fixed on me.
“You’re not done, baby,” he growls.
Before I can even process the shift, his hands are on me.
One grips my shoulder, the other my hip, and he uses his strength to move me.
I don’t fight it; I go where he puts me.
My back hits the mattress with a soft thud, the air rushing from my lungs.
He’s on me in an instant, his knees shoving my thighs apart, his body covering mine.
He’s all heat and weight and sheer, overwhelming presence.
He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t have to. I feel the blunt, thick head of his cock, still slick from my mouth, nudge against my entrance.
My body clenches in anticipation, a sharp, desperate ache coiling low in my belly.
He lines himself up, and for a split second, he holds himself there, the pressure a tantalizing promise.
Then he pushes in.
My breath hitches. It’s a relentless, deep stretch that burns in the best way. He doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated, his hips flush against mine. I’m so full it’s dizzying, every nerve ending lit up.
Oh god. I don’t know if I can go again. I don’t think it’s physically possible.
He’s still for a moment, letting me adjust, letting my body accommodate his size. I can feel his heartbeat—a rapid, heavy thud—where our bodies are joined.
He starts to move.
He pulls out almost all the way, leaving me achingly empty, before he slams back in.
The force of it rocks my whole body, a gasp tearing from my throat.
He sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust hard and deep and precise.
His hands pin my wrists above my head, his fingers wrapped tightly around them, holding me in place.
I’m completely at his mercy, and the thought sends a fresh wave of liquid heat through me.
The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room—a rhythmic slapping sound that’s raw and primal.
My world narrows to this: the feel of him moving inside me, the way his muscles bunch and flex under my hands, the fierce concentration on his face.
The pleasure builds, a tight, hot coil winding in my core, growing tighter with every powerful snap of his hips.
I can’t think, can’t speak, can only feel.
I’m a raw nerve, and he’s playing me with expert, brutal skill, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I shatter, my body convulsing as a powerful orgasm rips through me once more. I actually begin to sob from the force of it, certain it’ll kill me. The clenching of my body sends Ryker over the edge. He roars his release, his hips jerking as he comes inside me.
I can hear the other men reaching their own peaks, their groans filling the air as they find their release.
I’m a mess—covered in cum, sweat, and my own arousal.
And as I lie there, panting on the bed, surrounded by the five men who just claimed me, I’ve never felt more loved.