Chapter 28 - Hayden
HAYDEN
They didn’t just destroy me, they demolished me inside and out. Took me in ways I would’ve never thought possible, only to leave me a shaking, shuddering mess.
It started with the adrenaline-fueled fervor of a time restriction, and ended on nothing but pure, animal instinct.
The sex was raw and reckless and blazing hot.
Their every touch was molten; each crushing penetration dripped with a sexually-charged electricity that curled my toes and made me scream.
We had twenty minutes, and a king-sized bed. We used every second, every inch of space. I was shoved into the blankets and ravaged immediately; seized and twisted by three pairs of arms into whatever positions they wanted, and it soon became obvious, they wanted them all.
Carter went first, burying himself so deep inside me I thought he might split me in two.
He rode me like a stallion, bucking into me desperately as I clawed him even deeper and grinded upward to meet his every thrust. Sawyer lifted me bodily into the air before planting me down on his own proud manhood, and it wasn’t until he was done impaling me that I was released into Bodie’s greedy arms.
My first orgasm hit while I was on my stomach, with Bodie railing into me from behind.
It ripped through my body like a bolt of lightning, obliterating everything else by the fires of arousal, burning hot in my veins.
I hadn’t expected them to take up the gauntlet so ferociously, but the boys took my halftime proposal as a personal challenge.
They kept pushing each other away, fighting for the heat between my trembling legs until, one by one, they were spilling themselves deep in my eager womb.
And it didn’t end there.
True to their competitive nature, they rode me all throughout the third quarter, and well into the fourth.
There were three of them, and only one of me, which meant they could tag in and out of the bedroom at will.
I was seized and twisted and used from both ends.
Made to serve each of them from my knees, at one point or another, before being bent back over the nearest lap and savagely, ruinously fucked.
There was never a moment I was left alone, my body not surging forward and back from whoever happened to be inside me at the time. I’d climaxed so many times I was nearly delirious; my hands clenching and unclenching the sheets in sweet rhythm with the spasms rocking my body.
At times I could hear cheers coming from the other room, followed by hurried footsteps as they rushed in and out during commercials.
Sometimes they watched, sometimes they joined in, but even their combined libidos couldn’t hope to match mine.
The more they fucked me, the more I craved it.
The harder they went, the louder I screamed.
Toward the end, I was swearing profusely and urging them on.
I grabbed them by the hair so I could pull their faces to mine, where I’d whisper all the filthy things I wanted them to keep doing to me, and then some.
The boys were the unstoppable force. I was the insatiable object. We collided over and over again, until I’d physically and emotionally drained them of everything they had.
Then, and only then, did they shake their heads in surrender.
“You’re not even human, are you?” Carter asked me, leaning against the wall for support. Sawyer was mopping his forehead with a towel. Bodie was scrambling around for his clothing.
I laughed as I bounced from the bed, my ruined fishnets hanging in tatters. My legs were shaking so badly I could fall down at any moment, but I wasn’t about to give them that.
“I got dibs on the shower,” I called back, before blowing them a kiss over my shoulder.