23. Ivy
Chapter twenty-three
Ivy
Age Twenty-One
There was a lot more to take, it turns out.
Theo scrambles out of his sleep shorts, and when his cock slips out of his boxers, it's everything I expected from him— long, thick, terrifying. He presses against my entrance, his eyes flicking up to mine. I don't know if he's seeking permission or if he just wants to see my reaction when he forces his way in, coating himself in the slippery proof of my previous orgasm. He goes slow... agonizingly slow, slipping inside just a little and showing great restraint as my body stretches around him. I guess this is what people mean when they say 'just the tip', because that's all that's inside of me, and it's already burning.
"Fuck, Theo," Monty chuckles, pushing up on one hand to get a look at what's going on between my legs. Killian's hand soothes over my cheek as I whimper, the desire for him to fill me as strong as the desire to push him off of me before he can get any further. "You don't have to torture her."
"I'm trying to take it easy on her." Theo groans, his fingers digging into the outside of my thigh. "She's so fucking tight. I can't." He lets go of a strained breath, and I think at first that he's going to pull back out and abandon me. But then he sinks inside me all at once, burying himself up to the hilt and forcing my body to accommodate him. I lose my breath in the process, something between a gasp and a moan slipping away from me as he fills me entirely, until I think I can feel him in my stomach.
My eyes burn along with the burn down below, but it fades when he pulls out, almost all the way and looks at me with something I don't know how to identify in his gaze.
"You're fucking perfect."
This time when he slides in, it's with more control, and it chases a slow burn of pleasure through me, a warmth that rises behind my navel.
"Fuck." I whimper, unable to help myself. I feel almost nauseous with how full I am, unable to think, to breathe. "I can't..." I shake my head, turning to Monty as Theo takes his time wetting his dick inside of me, growing accustomed to the feel of me. "It's too big."
"You can take it, Poison. Doesn't it feel good?"
It does feel good, but it burns too, and every time he thrusts down, his weight stretches me further and I feel like I'm being split in two. Jesus, either I'm a little bitch or he's a fucking monster. When I don't answer Monty, he snatches my shirt over my head, letting the warm air skim over my tits just a second before his hand does. His hand, and Killian's. They each take a breast in their hands, and then their mouths. Two hot tongues rolling over me sends a zing of pleasure straight to my clit, and I feel myself relaxing, welcoming Theo in deeper, my body easing with whatever magic they're working on me.
"You're my favorite flavor, Poison," Monty whispers, his breath blowing against the flesh he just released from his mouth. "So fucking sweet."
Theo works himself inside me, sliding in and out and building something between us with each movement. My skin is hot, every inch of me burning for them. When Theo arches away from me, my eyes snap open at the abrupt loss of him. But his fingers fall between us instead, and with his cock still inside me, he rubs a circle over my clit, making me stutter out a gasp of uncontained pleasure. My pussy clenches, hips rising of their own accord to seek more of the glorious friction he's offering me.
"You like that, Tiger Lily?" He laughs, and I look up to see him raking his bottom lip between his teeth in an effort to control himself.
"Yes!" I moan shamelessly as his speed increases, stoking the need that consumes every cell in my body. Is this what it must feel like to be an addict, so desperately in need of your release? Is this what Killian feels before he murders someone? If so, I can't blame anyone for their vices, because this sweet pain is the most beautiful and intoxicating thing I can imagine.
"We're taking it easy on you cause it's your first time with all of us," Killian says, drawing my attention to him. His sooty eyelashes are hooded, half-closed with the lust permeating the air.
"I've dreamed so long of sharing you with them," Monty whispers, trailing wet kisses up my neck, to my jaw. "And I have plenty of ideas about how we can all take you together."
The second orgasm comes on faster than the first, spurred on by their wicked promise, and I clench the sheets beneath me as the white heat spreads through me. It wrecks me all at once, and I can feel my pussy convulsing against Theo's cock. He takes that as his sign to proceed without caution and slams back into me before the orgasm has even let up, his hips grinding against mine. I can feel his balls against my ass, and they slap into me with each thrust as he chases his own orgasm with brutal effort, pinning me to the bed with his weight on me.
"Dammit," Monty groans. "I don't know how much more I can take."
I don't open my eyes to look at either of them as the orgasm ebbs away, though pleasure remains with each hit of Theo's cock deep inside me. When he presses a hand against my stomach and drives into me harder still, tears roll down my cheeks at the overload of pleasure, the pressure too much. A hand skates against my stomach, heading south. I begin to shake my head, telling them I can't take any more stimulation, but it's a wasted effort.
The sudden buzz makes me tense, but I only have a second to question it before something descends on me, sending waves of pleasure throughout me.
"Oh God," I gasp, feeling my sanity slipping away as my brain turns off, focusing on a singular need to reign in that pleasure. "No more."
"You're not done coming yet." Killian chuckles darkly, and I open my eyes to see him leaning over me, pressing some kind of toy to my clit.
"I can't." I gasp, the pleasure turning painful, fiery and all consuming. I'm distantly aware of Theo's thrusts, hard and vicious as he slaps into me over and over again. I don’t know much about sex, but… is he supposed to last this long?
"I want you to come as I fuck you... the whole time."
I could cry at that admission, not because Monty wants to fuck me next, but because I can't imagine coming even once more, let alone more than that.
"Are you on birth control?" Killian demands, drawing my attention away from his friends as panic nips at the center of my stomach.
"No." I moan, shaking my head to try and stave off the pleasure, try to get some freedom from the onslaught. In the back of my mind, I know that we should have discussed this before, and I highly doubt Theo's wearing a condom.
"Hear that, Theo?"
I don't know if Theo didn't hear that or if he just doesn't fucking care, but he doesn't stop, and when I find the strength to open my eyes, he's covered in a sheen of sweat, his hair falling into his eyes as he works his hips against mine, harder, faster, deeper... until he pulls out. At the same time, Killian pulls the toy away, offering me a glorious moment of relief before Theo's hot cum falls upon my stomach. The first two spurts are fast, and I'm too exhausted to be bothered by the feeling of it raining upon my stomach, and then he moves over me further, painting my breasts with ropes of cum that Monty immediately licks up.
It's so fucking lurid and filthy that it makes my stomach twist with something that is decidedly not disgust. I'm sore, aching between the thighs, my clit throbbing, and as Theo milks the last of his cum out onto the canvas of my stomach, I'm oddly proud of myself.
"That cunt is magical." Theo laughs, his lips twitching into a smile as he leans over me, carefully avoiding his mess to place a kiss on my lips. "Goddamn, Tiger Lily. I can't believe we waited this long."
My mouth is opening to say something, but I don't get the chance because hands grip my ankles and then I'm being rolled onto my stomach, my face against the mattress. I don't even have the energy to move it, and I think I may just stay there and take a little nap.
"Hands and knees." Monty demands, tapping the back of my leg to get my attention.
Oh. Fuck.
Obeying him doesn't seem like an option, and even if it was, Monty is the last one I want to disappoint. He's always been the kindest to me, the softest, the sweetest. But there's nothing sweet about the way he lines himself up behind me, his cock brushing against my ass and making me tense, choking on a gasp that brings out a chuckle from him.
"Don't worry, Poison. We're not taking your ass today. You'll be sore enough as it is."
That sounds like a threat, but it's a promise they've already fulfilled. I am sore in the most delicious way, in places that I never would have imagined could feel so fucking good.
I hear the whir as the toy flicks on again and I begin to shake my head immediately, not ready for the onslaught again.
"Just enjoy the pleasure, Bambi." Killian chuckles against my ear, and then he's guiding the toy between my breasts and slipping it between my thighs. The vibrations find my clit faster than I can, and they send brutal shockwaves through me. I'm tensing with one as Monty drives into me, his hand on my shoulder keeping me close and another wrapped around my waist to give him the perfect sort of leverage.
Monty's thrusts are rhythmic and metric from the first, establishing a pace that he sticks to despite my clenching pussy and my efforts to crawl away from him, to dislodge Killian's toy poised below my agonized clit. But there's no escaping any of it, and the brief break between Theo's orgasm and Monty's turn offers me a little bit of a reprieve so it doesn't hurt yet. At least, it doesn't until Killian flicks a button and the buzzing grows louder, the vibrations stronger.
"Fuck!" I scream, clawing at the sheets as the orgasm comes on fast and hard, creeping up my spine and effectively setting it on fire.
I feel like I'm dripping with sweat, sticky with Theo's cum on my skin, tacky against the sheets I dragged myself against. "You're making me hard all over again, Bambi. Keep squirming and I'm going to have to tag in when Monty's done."
There's no fighting the moan that comes from me this time. There's no way to fight any of the series of sounds that come out of me. I become deaf to them, a constant crescendo of noises, moans and groans and screams of pleasure and agony and my fucking mind melting.
Monty said he wanted me to come the entire time he fucked me, and I'm pretty sure he gets his wish, because after the fourth orgasm rips through me, I don't get relief. It just fucking keeps going, never letting me come down from the brutal pleasure which turns rapidly to pain, an ache my body craves as much as it dreads.
Monty slips out of me and covers my back with his cum, hot trails starting at the back of my neck and trailing down to my ass, and Killian holds me hostage to the pleasure through it all, not stopping as Monty swirls his finger through his own cum and spreads it over my puckered ass hole. I clench, trying to keep him out on instinct even as it bears me down on the toy more.
He only coats the ring in his seed, promising that he'll take me there soon, and then he slips out of me and Killian finally gives me the sweetest fucking relief I've needed, pulling the wand away from me and tossing it on the ground without bothering to switch it off. He's buried inside me before I can even fall to my face in the bed, but I don't mind. I welcome his cock, because at least he's not driving me crazy with that torturous orgasm anymore.
I'm about to drop my head into the sheets and let him use me, the way I let him use my throat, but his hand comes around the back of my neck and pulls me against him. His fingers settle on either side of my throat, squeezing just strong enough to dull the fire that raged through my nerves moments before. The gentle pressure increases, and I feel heavy, every one of my limbs dead from the exertion of back to back orgasms. I feel my eyes rolling, feel my lashes fluttering, catch glimpses of Monty and Theo together against the headboard, watching the show.
I'm a fucking ragdoll, held up only by Killian's cock buried deep inside me and his hand on my throat.
I don't know how long he lasts this time, my body losing all sense of time as I cease to matter except for as his toy to use. The darkness pulls at the corners of my vision as exhaustion sweeps in, and I feel myself falling as he slips out of me, his hand pushing me down from the flat of my back. I collapse beneath him to be showered with his cum, but my head is buzzy and I don't even feel it, my pussy throbbing along with the pulse in my neck.
"We turned you into our own personal slip and slide." Monty chuckles, ruffling the hair at the back of my head before peeling it off my face.
I'm grateful, since I don't think I could move even if I wanted to. I glance up to see him grinning at me, but I can't lift my head to return it, so I simply smile into the sheets as the darkness claims me.