34. Veronica #2
I moan loudly, instantly brought back into the moment as he gently grabs onto both my wrists with one hand and pulls me away from the wall.
Noah places us right in the middle of the elevator facing the doors as he reaches to the side with his free hand and presses the ‘P’ button.
Then he wraps my hair around his fist and begins thrusting violently into me once more.
“How about we go give Gabe a little show?” He chuckles as I feel myself nearing the edge every time his length touches that magic part inside of me.
My legs shake by the time we reach the penthouse, thighs slippery with my own juices, ass cheeks burning from how roughly Noah continuously rams into me, and throat raw from how loud I’ve been screaming in the short few seconds up.
Noah isn’t normally this rough with me, that’s all Gabe usually, but despite this sudden change and the way he’s restraining me, my body hums with pleasure and begs for more.
The doors to the elevator ding open just as an orgasm hits me at full force, and I cry out, body trembling against Noah as he keeps me upright and continues to fuck me.
Gabe quickly appears in the entrance hall, a confused look on his face at what he just heard, but it instantly morphs into amusement and hunger when he takes us in.
“Well, not exactly what I was expecting for your return, but I am not complaining.” He grins as Noah chuckles behind me. Gabe steps closer, placing his hand along the side to keep the door open, and lets his eyes roam over my entire body as I feel another climax quickly building.
“Hm, this is new,” he says softly, fingers stroking the side of my folded back arm and sending a rush of shivers down my spine. “Think you can lower her for me?” he then asks Noah.
I’m confused by his questions, only slightly listening to what they’re saying as my body and mind focus on Noah’s long shaft still spearing me, making my walls contract around him repeatedly. But when Noah shifts us slightly and I see Gabe quickly pushing down his shorts, everything clicks.
Gabriel caresses my cheek as Noah releases my hair and instead places his hand along my back, forcing me to bend forward while still holding onto my wrists.
Gabe’s fingers slide into my hair next as he strokes himself leisurely before nudging against my lips with the head of his stiff shaft.
I open wide for him instantly, and he smiles, his foot now resting against the side of the elevator to make sure the doors don’t close on us.
“That’s it, baby. Take my cock in your mouth while he fucks your tight pussy like the good girl you are for us.”
I shiver once more at his words as he bobs my head up and down, Noah’s rocking motion forcing Gabe down my throat with every thrust as I salivate all over him. I begin to pant, my thighs squeezing as that ball of nerves in the pit of my stomach grows more and more for the second time.
“Fuckkk, she’s squeezing the shit out of my cock. I’m seconds from blowing.” Noah grunts as his movements become slightly erratic, his need to come taking over as well.
“Good, make her come at the same time. I want to feel her screaming around my cock.” Gabe tightens his hold on my hair and thrusts his hips faster. “I’m gonna fill this pretty throat while he fills that insatiable cunt of yours. You ready, baby?”
I nod as best as I can, despite barely being able to move in this position.
Noah readjusts his hold on my arms, now gripping them with both hands while Gabriel steps closer to me.
A part of me feels caged in for a split second, but the feeling vanishes instantly when they both thrust simultaneous and my eyes roll back.
Five pumps later from both ends, I’m detonating on a scream as I feel both of them swelling inside of me, one in my pussy, the other deep in my throat.
Their warmth fills me from both ends, and my scream quickly turns into a choking fit when the sensation of suffocating on Gabe’s cock becomes too real.
He holds my head down in place, most likely enjoying the feeling of my throat closing up around him as he empties himself, but the panic intensifies the longer he holds me down.
I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to calm down, to ignore the fear rising inside of me, but it’s no use. My nails dig painfully into my forearms as I begin to thrash from side to side, the pressure at the back of my head getting heavier, the grip around my wrists tighter.
I’m trapped. I can’t move. I can’t breathe. No. No… I’m hallucinating… I’m okay… I’m…
“Let her go,” Noah suddenly says, but it sounds distant as my mind takes me to that faraway place I used to escape to when trapped under Victor’s evil claws. “Let her go! ELLIS, LET HER GO!”
Within the next second my body is released, and I collapse to my knees, hands coming in front of me just in time to catch my fall.
My body shakes violently as I stare down at my hands gripping the floor of the elevator.
I gasp for air while taking in the reddish tint around my nails from having ripped my skin open, my mind slowly coming back to the present as I repeat the words that have grounded me for the past three years.
“I’m here… I’m now… I’m here… I’m now…”
“Fuck… Vixen… I didn’t mean to hold you down like that…” Gabe says quietly, their voices sounding more in the moment now.
“I should have known you weren’t ready for that. I’m sorry for pushing you too far, Kitten,” Noah whispers next from behind me. “It won’t happen again.”
I stop chanting and shake my head, taking a few more deep breaths. “I’m okay,” I murmur. “I just need a minute.”
The doors begin to close now that Gabe has taken a step back, but he quickly smacks his hand against it, opening them fully once more. “Take all the time you need.”
My phone begins to vibrate against the side of my breast from inside my sports bra, but I ignore it as I continue kneeling there on the ground. I know I must look like an idiot right now with my shorts down and ass out, but I know I’m not entirely ready to move just yet.
After another minute or so of sitting in silence with both my boys watching me, I look up and find Gabe still with his shorts at his feet, limp dick hanging out, then I glance back and notice Noah in the exact same situation.
They’ve been so hyper-focused on my state that they haven’t even bothered redressing themselves, and something about that makes my heart melt even more for them.
“I think I’m okay now,” I say, holding up my hand for Gabe to help me to my feet as my phone vibrates once more.
He quickly takes both my hands in his as Noah holds onto my waist before pulling my shorts back up. I see the pain and guilt in Gabe’s eyes instantly as he takes in the small blood smudges around my nails and the scratch marks on my forearms.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, and I quickly wrap my arms around his neck, then my legs when he lifts me off the ground.
“You don’t need to apologize. You did nothing wrong, Pretty Boy.
” I kiss him, then look back at Noah as we finally step out of the elevator with me still in Gabriel’s arms. “You either, Casanova.” I try to reassure them.
“Sometimes my mind just… tricks me into thinking and feeling things that aren’t really there… ”
“We’ll try harder to pick up on the signs when you get to that point,” Noah murmurs against my shoulder before kissing it softly. “Now why don’t we all go shower, and then we’ll bandage these up, okay?” I nod in response as they carry me up the stairs.
An hour later, Gabe sits me down on the kitchen island while Noah brings over the first aid kit as well as my phone. Gabriel gets to work on adding ointment to one arm before wrapping it up as I check my messages that I still hadn’t gotten to.
“What is it?” Noah asks when he notices me frowning.
“Just Julian. He asked if I was okay,” I tell them as I go to type out a reply, but my phone starts ringing instead with a call from him. “Hello?” I put the phone on speaker and set it down beside me as I hold my second arm out for Gabe.
“This is Storm. Are you all right?”
“Umm…” I’m confused by his question once again and unsure how to answer it.
“Veronica. It is the simplest of questions. Are you all right? Yes, or no?” Julian says sternly in a way that has my back straightening instantly.
“Yes, I’m okay… Why?” My mind instantly goes to Victor as I wonder if maybe he knows something we don’t yet.
“Well, seeing as you are currently being bandaged up in the middle of your kitchen, I believed asking about your condition was the correct thing to do. Now has something happened that you may have not informed me of yet?”
I look up at the camera in our kitchen, only now remembering about all the others in the penthouse. “Oh, no. It was nothing like that. We just got a bit carried away.”
“Very well then, since all has been cleared, may I remind you all that every room in your home, excluding your bedrooms, are under twenty-four-hour surveillance. Please refrain from performing any type of intimate activity in public spaces—that includes the elevator. Thank you.” He hangs up the moment the last word leaves his lips, and we all fall into a fit of laughter.
“I swear, I keep forgetting about those damn cameras.” Gabe shakes his head with a goofy grin on his lips before kissing both my newly wrapped forearms.
“Well, at least someone got quite the show.” Noah snorts.
I giggle. “Yeah, I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
Both their faces fall instantly. “Shit… I’m sorry. It was just a joke, but we should have thought about it.” Noah cups my face, worry shining in his eyes.