Chapter 27 #2
Once again it feels good, but there’s something missing. There’s still that emptiness. My body knows what it needs, and it knows that it doesn’t have it right now. The two orgasms haven’t even taken the edge off, and I know in the back of my mind that this won’t let up until I get what I’m craving.
“Please,” I moan, sounding a little broken with it. “I need—more. I need cock. I need to be filled. Please. Please give it to me? Please knot me. Please fill me up and take me, I—”
For all he was talking about wrecking me, Everett doesn’t seem to want to be the first to give in. He and Lincoln exchange a look, and once again I can’t understand what they’re conveying to each other. Not like this.
Everett gets up and steps back, and even though I can clearly see the bulge in his pants, he doesn’t make a move.
A sob rips out of me, and I grind uselessly on the bed.
It’s Cash who gives in first.
He swears under his breath and gets up, moving to stand between my legs.
I stare up at him as he shoves his pants down, freeing his hard cock.
It’s already slick with precum, flushed and thick, and my mouth waters at the sight of it.
My pussy throbs, wanting it inside already, and I scoot closer to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs even wider.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck, okay.” He grabs my calves and lifts my legs up, pushing me until I’m lying back on the bed. He doesn’t take his eyes off my face at first, watching every expression as he grips his cock and starts to push inside me.
I gasp at the intrusion, and my body tries to accommodate him, stretching and burning with it. He’s thick and more than I’ve taken in so long. But I want it. I need it.
Cash takes his time at least, gritting his teeth as he eases his way in. It’s a slow, steady burn that has me sitting up, changing the angle so I can cling to him. My nails dig into his back, and he pants hard, bottoming out with one smooth push.
“Oh fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. You feel so damn good, songbird. You’re so fucking tight, holy fuck. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made for me to fuck you open so you can take my knot.”
Just the word has me writhing on his cock, trying to pull him in deeper, even though he’s already as deep as he can go.
Meanwhile, Lincoln and Everett have positioned themselves so they don’t have to stop touching me either. They keep working me up, kissing my neck, tweaking my nipples, keeping my hair back from my face. They’re a steady, constant presence, adding to the pleasure still simmering in my gut.
Lincoln grips my thigh, spreading me open more for Cash, and something about that makes me clench around the cock buried inside me.
Cash hisses in pleasure before drawing himself out slowly. It’s so slow that I can feel everything, every ridge of him, every vein. The head of his cock catches when my pussy clenches again, and then he’s working himself back in.
His pace is deep and slow, like he wants to make sure I can feel everything with each thrust. He rocks me against the bed, holding on to my other thigh and using it as leverage to get as deep as he can.
His face is flushed, screwed up with pleasure, and when he looks at me, there’s so much want in his eyes that it overwhelms me for a second.
“You have no idea,” he groans, shaking his head.
He doesn’t finish that sentence, but I don’t need him to.
With him fucking me like this, I can feel his cock throbbing, pulsing as he works himself up at the same time.
“It’s so good,” I moan, head lolling to one side. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He shakes his head again. His golden hair is turning darker with sweat, and his belt jingles merrily as he keeps fucking me. His deep, even rhythm doesn’t last for all that long, and soon enough he’s slamming into me faster and faster.
Everett pinches one of my nipples and gives it a twist, and I arch hard, head going fuzzy. Everything is so much. The lips on my neck, the fingers on my nipple, the cock in my needy pussy.
Cash’s hips slam into mine as he fucks me even harder, chasing his own pleasure and sparking mine to burn even hotter. He shifts his angle, bearing down on me, and I wail as the tension coils in my belly. It’s tightening, stretching so thin that it’ll snap at any second.
All it takes is Everett lowering his head and grazing my nipple with his teeth at the same time Cash slams in one more time, and that’s enough to have me flying over the edge again.
I sob Cash’s name as I come hard, clenching around him like I want to milk him dry.
“Shit,” Cash groans. “I’m gonna—” I can feel it when his knot swells, thick and sudden. It’s so much. It stretches me out, making me arch and cry out at the feeling of it.
He locks inside me with a broken sound, pulsing his release deep into me.
And even then, the men aren’t done with me. I can’t move until Cash’s knot goes down, and the way my pussy is stretched around it has me still on edge, like the orgasm I just had wasn’t enough.
Everett and Lincoln keep touching me, working me up. Everett sucks one of my nipples, laving it with his tongue and nipping with the edges of his teeth until I’m squirming and gasping on the bed.
Lincoln slides in, his own eyes dark with desire. He catches my chin with one hand and pulls me into a deep kiss. It’s full of heat and hunger, and his hands roam over me as he kisses me. I can still taste myself in it, the sweet tang on his tongue, and something about that pulses need through me.
A hand slides down, teasing the swollen bud of my clit, and I jerk in their hold. More hands on my thighs, caressing the soft skin there. It’s just all so much, and all the while, all I can do is clench around Cash’s knot, feeling how unyielding it is while they touch me.
It doesn’t take much of that to set me off again, sending me right into another sobbing orgasm.
“Oh my god,” I gasp out, trembling and unable to be still. “Oh my fucking god.”
Eventually Cash’s knot shrinks enough for him to pull out, and he hisses as he does. I whimper at the loss, suddenly feeling empty without him there.
“No,” I whine, looking at them with wet eyes. “No, I’m so empty. Please, I need more. Please fill me up again.”
My pussy is a mess, soaked with my own slick and now Cash’s cum as well. I’m so desperate for more, my hand working its way down like stuffing my fingers into myself will help soothe the ache.
Before I can so much as touch myself, Lincoln moves in. He grabs me around the waist and flips me over, so I’m on my hands and knees on the bed.
His grip is rough, and at some point he’s shucked off his pants, leaving his cock hard and bobbing in the air. He moves in behind me, holding on to my hips and shoves his cock into me with no hesitation at all.
His cock is a similar size to Cash’s, and I’m definitely warmed up and ready for him, but I still scream as he bottoms out in me. The angle like this is deeper, harder, and I feel him everywhere.
There’s no warm up either. He just draws himself back and grunts as he slams in again, pounding into me hard and fast.
I sob as he fucks me, a wave of nonsense begging spilling from my lips, but I can’t hold it back. I can’t stop asking for more, even while I’m getting fucked so good.
Everett moves in front of me then, catching my attention. He’s kneeling on the bed, and he too has lost his pants at some point. His cock is flushed and thick, pearly fluid beading at the tip and leaking down the head of him.
He’s so big that if I was in my right mind, I’d be a little concerned about how I’m going to take something like that. Right now though, my mouth is watering, leaving me desperate to have him.
Everett cups my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek. “It’s a lot,” he tells me, his voice soft, but definitely rough with need. “You don’t have to take it all. Not yet.”
I want to though. I want any part of him I can get right now.
My mouth falls open of its own accord, and Everett chuckles and starts pressing past my lips. It’s a slow, careful slide, contrasting with the way Lincoln’s hips slap against my skin as he fucks me.
More and more of Everett’s cock pushes into my mouth, and even though he’s giving me time to adjust, it’s still a lot.
My eyelids flutter, and when the head of his cock touches the back of my throat, I can’t help but gag a little, overwhelmed. But I’m not in pain, and I definitely don’t want to stop. I’m so fucking full everywhere.
Lincoln’s fingers bite into the fullness of my ass as he grips me tighter, the sound of him pounding into me echoing in the room. Everett starts fucking my mouth, holding himself back to shallow thrusts, but still filling my mouth so much that I have to keep my jaw slack to take him all.
The burning need for this curls through me, filling me up alongside it all. The tension coils in my belly, and it barely has time to simmer before it’s at a full boil, ready to erupt.
Lincoln hits a particularly good spot, and the next thing I know, I’m coming again.
It’s harder this time, almost violent as my arms shake and threaten to give out.
I sob around Everett’s cock, my toes curling and thighs trembling with the force of this orgasm.
It’s a tidal wave that I don’t have a hope of not drowning in, and I want nothing more than to let it happen.
Behind me, Lincoln curses and thrusts in hard and deep, burying himself in me as his knot starts to swell. It locks us together with a slick snap, and he growls my name as he spills into me.
“Fuck,” Everett groans. “Starlight, you—” His hips jerk, and I can tell he’s right there on the edge. He pulls out quickly, his cock slick with spit, just enough that his knot won’t catch as he comes.
I suck down every drop greedily, while he jerks himself enough to spill it all over my tongue.
“Don’t want to hurt you,” he mutters. “You’re not ready yet.”
I have enough clarity to know he means it, even though it’s probably killing him to pull out and not let himself knot me.
I stay there on my hands and knees, trying to catch my breath. The aftershocks of my orgasm ripple through me, making me clench around Lincoln’s knot while we wait for it to go down.
When it finally does, I end up collapsing, boneless and blissed out. I feel good. Better than I ever have, surrounded by heat and scent and the weight of the three Alphas around me.
I feel like I should say something, to thank them or tell them how good it is, but I’m too worn out. Something inside me is curling up with satisfaction from being so sated, and I don’t try to fight it when I end up passing out with the three of them surrounding me.