17. Veronica #2
“What do you say, Vixen? Will you gift us this enchanting body of yours?” Gabe’s hand comes to my hair, fisting it as I close my eyes on a gasp. He tilts my head his way as Noah’s mouth travels to my collarbone.
“Let us be yours, Vixen,” Gabriel whispers against my parted lips.
“Say yes, Kitten. All we want is to be yours. Make us yours,” Noah murmurs against my skin as his hand glides against my stomach to right below my breast.
“Yes,” I breathe against Gabe’s mouth.
In an instant his lips fall to mine, devouring me as Noah cups my breast, kneading it.
Gabe continues to ravage my mouth while his hand releases my hair and goes to the tie behind my neck, tugging on it until it falls loose.
And Noah wastes no time in bringing it down my front, exposing my breasts to him as he captures one nipple between his lips.
I moan into Gabe’s mouth at the sensation blooming inside me. Suddenly, a hand trails down my body to the waistband of my bikini bottom; it tickles my skin, back and forth, before finally dipping in.
For a moment, I’m unable to identify whose hand is slowly creeping through my legs.
But then I feel Noah grab hold of both my breasts as he sucks one nipple into his mouth before moving on to the other.
It immediately becomes clear whose long, thick fingers are slipping between my slick folds.
I gasp when the tip of his finger collides with my clit, sending a shock wave into my lower belly.
My body arches upwards, my chest pressing further against Noah’s mouth.
“You’re so fucking wet, Vixen. I could easily slip inside of you,” Gabe says as he removes himself from my lips and kisses my neck. “Just like this.”
He shoves one wide digit into my tight channel, making me cry out from the sudden intrusion.
Noah lets go of one breast and begins to tug at the strings on one side of my bottom until they fall apart, giving Gabe better access with his hand.
Noah then returns his attention to my chest as Gabe finger fucks my pussy.
I’m panting, moaning, and whimpering at the explosion of sensations taking over my body. I’m not sure if it’s the combination of them touching me everywhere at the same time or if it’s just them. But nothing has ever felt this good in my life.
I’m already so close.
Noah suddenly bites hard onto my nipple, and I lose it.
My body jumps over the cliff’s edge as I squeeze down on Gabe’s finger.
He continues to push into me, rougher, eager to feed my orgasm as I cry out, over and over, moaning as they keep working me through this eruption that makes my body quiver against them.
When my orgasm begins to dwindle down, I open my eyes wide, feeling almost in shock at how quickly they were able to make me come. “Holy shit…”
Gabe chuckles. “That felt so fucking good around my fingers.” He brings his lips to mine once, then pulls back. “Look at that, Noh. Look how beautifully her pupils are blown. Fucking sexy, Vixen,” he says, looking me over.
I peer down just as Noah removes his mouth from my breast. He licks his lips before a seductive smirk takes over. “Magnificent,” he replies in his deep, smooth voice.
I feel a blush creep over my cheeks as he watches me.
I shouldn’t be blushing over a compliment like that; these two constantly tell me how beautiful I am.
But every time Noah looks at me the way he is now, I feel like he’s seeing into my soul.
Like he sees me. And it makes that knot in my stomach tighten harder, makes those butterflies flutter faster.
Makes my heart beat stronger.
His eyes darken as he reads me, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking, as if he sees the effect he has on me. He comes back up to my face, his hand cupping my cheek. “My turn,” he tells Gabe as he crashes his lips to mine.
I remove one hand from the stony surface and bring it up to his nape, pulling him closer as I melt against him.
Gabe slowly removes his finger from inside me, and I whimper at the loss of his touch and open my eyes once more, while Noah kisses along my jaw.
I watch as Gabe brings his slick fingers up to his mouth and licks them clean.
I hadn’t even realized they were still in me, and there were three. That’s how quickly my body got used to his presence, as if having three of his thick fingers deep inside my pussy was an everyday thing.
I stare, completely entranced, as he finishes swiping his tongue around his fingers.
“Good,” he finally says to Noah. “Because I was planning on devouring something else next.” He smirks, then jumps back into the body of water and grabs hold of my thighs, spreading my legs wide open for him in one quick move.
My body stiffens on instinct. This is the part I hate, the one where men try to take charge, where they place you how they want you and press down if you try to move.
But that’s not how I work, not anymore. I take over in the bedroom.
I decide what I want to do or not. It’s the only way for me to feel in control. Something I desperately need.
My therapist says it’s a form of PTSD from all the unspeakable things Victor and his friends did to me. That certain touches, movements, noises, or even smells will trigger me and take me back to those days. Make my brain react as if I was still there, still trapped under his evil hand.
It’s what I feared most about being with Gabriel.
He’s unpredictable. He acts on instinct.
If he wants to hug you, he’ll hug you. If he wants to kiss you, he’ll kiss you.
No warning, No notice. He just takes what he wants.
Whereas Noah always gives me time to adjust, always signals me first before making a move.
And even when he does, it’s always tentative. Cautious.
I feel the panic setting in as I watch Gabe’s hands holding my legs in place. My heart beats overtime as I try to regain some semblance of control.
I’m here.
I’m now.
I’m with Noah and Gabe.
They don’t want to hurt me.
They won’t hurt me.
I’m here.
I’m now.
Noah pulls away from me; I can feel his eyes reading me once more. But I can’t look away; I can’t take my eyes off his fingers that dig into my thighs. But they’re not Gabriel’s anymore… they’re Victor’s.
“Ellis,” Noah says calmly, but I hear the warning in his voice. He knows I’m seconds away from freaking out.
I’m about to push away, kick him off. I’m about to tell them to stop, to get up and leave. But then Gabe looks up at me with that beautiful, dazzling smile. The smile I once found annoying, but now find endearing.
And something happens. The panic that was on the verge of bursting suddenly fades until I can no longer feel it sizzling inside of me, vanishing completely. Now all I feel is warmth at the smile he’s offering me.
His hands lose their grip on my legs as he begins to glide them up and down in a soothing way. “You still with me, Vixen?” he asks softly.
“I’m still with you,” I whisper back as I let out a breath and blink away the fog in my mind.
“That’s my girl.” His smile glows brighter.
Noah’s hand comes to my hair, fingers gliding through the strands.
When I turn my gaze to him, I find his eyes roaming over my features.
“Are you okay?” I nod with certainty as I continue to do my breathing exercise.
“Good, can you lean back on your elbows for me? And scoot closer to the edge for him.”
I bring myself closer to the edge as instructed, keeping my legs spread, then lean back on my elbows. Noah comes back down to my mouth, our tongues colliding with each other as they reacquaint like long-lost lovers.
A trail of wet kisses climbs up my leg, starting at my ankle, up to my knee, then right along my inner thigh until I feel Gabe’s warm breath over my center. But then it disappears, and the kisses resume on my other leg. Finally, I feel him again where I desperately want him.
I pull away from Noah to watch Gabe as the tip of his nose presses against my clit, and he breathes me in. “Mmm, you smell delicious, Vixen.” He brings his tongue out, barely grazing my bud with it. But still, I feel it everywhere. “How many orgasms should we give her, Noh?”
Noah kisses my shoulder, his hand kneading my breast once more. “Hmm, eight.”
My eyes widen as I turn to him. “Eight?! Why eight?”
“For how many months you’ve made us wait.” Gabe smirks before grazing my clit with his teeth.
“Ahh!” My head drops back. “I can’t come eight times. That’s too much.”
They both chuckle as I look back down at Gabe between my spread legs. “We’ll see about that.” He winks, then dives in. His mouth wraps over my pussy, tongue lapping up my folds, then circles my little bud filled with nerves.
“Oh, fuck me! Yes!” I moan out as Noah comes back to kissing every inch of my skin.
His hand works around me to undo my bikini completely. First the top, throwing it to the side, then the bottom that was still attached at one end, letting it fall fully open beneath me.
I can see the outline of his thick cock through his rapidly tightening swim trunks. I reach my hand out that’s closest to him and glide my fingernails over it before gripping it through his shorts. He growls in response to my touch, and his shaft twitches in my hold.
He comes back to play with my nipples as I continue to rub him through the fabric.
I’m starting to think he’s a tit guy. Sucks for him, I don’t have much to show.
My body hums with pleasure as Gabe continues to work my pussy with his mouth.
I feel my core tingling as another orgasm begins to build slowly within me.
I reach higher to his waistband and begin to slip my hand in, but Noah places his over my wrist, stopping me. “You don’t have to do that, Kitten. We only want to please you.”
“I want to, Noah. I want you in my mouth,” I breathe.