56. Briella #2
When he sinks his tongue inside to flick my opening and works my clit back and forth with his thumb, the orgasm tears through me like wildfire. I screech through it, riding his tongue, rocking my hips through the indescribable pleasure.
The second I come down, they shift me until I’m straddled between them…but facing Vincent. My hair clings to the sides of my skin, wet with sweat. But embers break out all over my skin as Jude penetrates me from behind, stretching me with all those piercings.
“She’s so damn wet, we don’t need lube.” Jude kisses the side of my neck, amused.
I grip Vincent’s shoulders, digging my nails in as he slides his girth along my pubic lips, then slowly sinks in.
“Have you ever done this?” I ask, moaning as more squeezes through, stretching my opening with a savage burn.
“Yes.” Jude.
“No.” Vincent.
Jude adjusts his hips, leaning closer. An ache grows in me as Vincent forces his way inside. I wince at the tightness, the indescribable pressure threatening to send me over the edge again.
“Holy mother of fuck!” he fumes through his nostrils and stares beyond me. “Can feel you, Jude. Feel all those goddamn piercings.”
“Touch us, Babydoll,” Jude purrs against my ear. “Touch where we’re all joined.”
I do. And Vincent slaps the floor, tipping his head back as I caress both of them.
“God fuck!” Vincent growls, pushing in more, and I whimper.
“Don’t you dare come,” Jude warns, so husky. “Both of you. Do not come until I tell you to.”
“Fuck, Jude. Fuck!” Vincent grinds his jaw, his body beginning to shudder. “Feels unreal. Unbelievable.”
“I do the driving first.” Jude’s voice resonates in my spine…right before he thrusts.
“Oh, God, you’re so damn bossy,” I mutter, but it turns to a squeal when he grips my hair, yanking it back, hard enough for my vision to blur.
“You were saying?” Jude exhales heat along my face.
I shiver. “No backseat driving, okay, okay!”
“Good girl.” He thrusts again, and I gasp from him sinking in another inch.
When Vincent slides out too quickly, I realize it won’t be over soon. It takes a little time to adjust until they find the perfect rhythm and correct position to keep them both inside me.
And then…they touch me. Thrusting and rocking me, their hands roam all over my body, bruising my hips with their fingerprints, groping my breasts, tweaking and twisting my nipples until they grow hot and sensitive.
I find a rhythm, too, riding their erections, clenching as hard as I can around them, still gripping Vincent’s shoulders for dear life.
“Never fucking like this,” Vincent growls before slamming his mouth against mine.
The smell of them, the feel of them so massive inside me, their groans pulsing ripples of pleasure through me, their muscles like great, unbreakable chains caging me, keeping me—it unravels me.
I glance to the left, finding Raphael’s eyes on us while he fists and strokes himself. I squeeze, almost coming from the sight alone, but Jude grips my jaw, pushing me harder against Vincent.
“Eyes on my partner, Briella,” he commands, gripping my hair with his other hand. “Give him what he needs, Babydoll.”
I open wider for him, tasting the giant of a man who cares for animals so tenderly, so masterfully, it makes me lo—want him more. I’m not there yet. Stay in the moment. I clench again and again around them. One length quivers.
Jude releases my hair, and I gasp against Vincent’s lips because Jude has seized his throat. Strong dark arm wrapped around my body, but gripping his partner by the neck, nearly cutting off his air. “Don’t you dare fucking come—”
“Jude, you fucking bastard,” Vincent rasps, and both their cocks go still inside me.
Then, their mouths go wild, becoming beasts feeding on one another again. And fucking me, lifting me, driving their hips against my body and using me so severely until I don’t know where I begin and they end.
We exist in our own orbit now.
It comes before I can stop it. Wave after wave of hot bliss surges through me, igniting every nerve ending and detonating a delicious burn into my blood.
The wave drowns me in liquid heat. And it seems to go on forever.
Because they don’t stop fucking me. It feels like my pussy is choking on them, gagging for them, begging them to ruin me more and see how far we can go.
“I don’t believe she asked for permission.” A laugh rumbles in Vincent’s chest.
“Quite so,” agrees Jude. “How shall we punish her?”
“You mean other than wrecking this sweet cunt, beating up this pussy until she can’t walk without two limps?”
I bite down on Vincent’s shoulder, and he and Jude both laugh.
I hate how much I love the sound. And then, they rail me.
Pounding and hammering and power-fucking me until I’m sure my pussy is a hot mess of molten flesh and shredded muscle.
Jude’s piercings must have worn permanent indents inside my cunt.
Vincent’s tattoo must have rubbed off at least a little by now.
It’s unfathomable that they’ve managed to hold off this long.
My breasts bounce against Vincent’s chest, swinging and slapping against the ridges of pure ink and muscle.
Another stab, and I crash again, exploding into a spiral of pleasure, the orgasm powering through me.
Slamming my eyes shut, I grind down on both of their cocks, screaming and cursing their names through clenched teeth before collapsing, breathless, unable to do anything but take them.
“Fucking now, Vinny,” Jude commands.
Three rapid-fire bursts, and they come together, shooting their loads into me, flooding me with their release until I’m drowning in them.
After the aftershocks finally fade, and they come out, cold air hits my pussy. But not for long before Jude comes out from under me. His strong hands grip my butt, then a hot mouth covers me.
“Oh, God, Jude! Too much!” I scream at his tongue licking me, sucking on my lips, tasting his partner, his partner who holds me down, pinning my arms above my head. “I can’t! I need—”
“I know what my woman needs,” Jude growls and anchors a hand on my pelvis, holding me down.
Vincent bobs his brows at me, keeping one powerful hand on my wrists while his other chases down my body, settling on my breast. Gasping, panting, I tip my head back and surrender to the desire, the arousal radiating through me again from Jude’s tongue working my hypersensitive clit, from Vincent rolling one nipple between his finger and thumb.
I break again. The orgasm rips through me like crashing waves of euphoria. I scream so loud, so many octaves, my voice runs dry.
I’m shaking too much; I don’t realize it’s happening until Vincent is before me, crouching between my legs again. He spears his erection into me, devouring my cries with his mouth, taking my whimpers and sobs into him. I try to wrap my legs around him, but they don’t get far.
“Jude, goddamn you!” Vincent growls, and I open my eyes, peering down to find the doctor managing to lick the base of Vincent’s dick and his balls.
When he disappears, moving behind, Vincent’s booming groan confirms the doctor is licking his ass, probably burying himself between those rock-hard glutes.
“Come on, you beautiful black bastard,” Vincent barks, “and give it to me now.”
Jude rises, his chest falling against the fighter’s back. “You said never—”
“I know what I said,” Vincent snaps, driving himself into me in slow, strong thrusts. “Do it now before I change my mind, you metal-dick fuck.”
My vision turns glassy from tears and sweat, but I understand what’s happening when Jude grabs something from his nearby pants.
My breath catches as he pours oil over himself and drives himself into Vincent’s ass.
One. Deep. Thrust. Vincent locks up, freezing inside me, but he doesn’t go down.
If anything, he just got harder, bigger.
“Damn, Vincent, your ass is tighter and hotter than a vise in hell, gripping all my metal.”
“Can feel it, too, all those piercings, every last one.”
“Are you—”
“I’m fine, Jude. Don’t fucking stop.”
I memorize the sight of them, loving how Jude wraps his arms around Vincent, how he fucks him with a depth of gravity I get to witness…
and feel the echo. The fighter, my fighter, my shield, pounds me with more force from Jude hammering into him.
Their sweat-slicked bodies slap together.
Jude pushes Vincent down, trapping him between us.
Vincent throbs, his jaw clenching, and I see the arousal in his eyes, washing over him. His body shudders above mine.
And when they kiss? Savage and feral. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. They move deeper, harder, faster until we become one, one heartbeat thundering together.
My drenched center starts to squelch, and I blush fiercely.
Vincent lowers his head. “Listen to that wet pussy, Jude. So soaked and sloppy for us. She’s damn near flooding me with her juices, our dirty girl, slutty Queen, filthy fucking goddess.”
“Utterly and devastatingly exquisite,” agrees Jude.
Closing my eyes, I moan at the degradation and praise, which fills my chest with such emotion, it wrecks me. Strange, mad sounds leave my throat, and tears streak down my face. Can’t stop it. Can’t contain it. Beyond overwhelming.
My thoughts crash together. I try to block out the war inside my mind, telling me I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t want them, need them so much. They’ve drugged me, made me addicted to them, all of them.
“Briella.”
I freeze.
A strong hand cups my jaw, and I open my eyes—to Raphael. God, he knew. How did he know?
Vincent and Jude don’t stop moving.
But Raphael, this indescribably beautiful and bone-chilling man, holds my eyes. “Do I need to shove my member down your throat until you choke and forget whatever forbidden thoughts are in that head?”
The ‘no’ rears up right before I slam it down and nod. He doesn’t hesitate to kneel at my side, turning my face up until his crown is at my mouth. I arch my throat and part my lips.
And he slams inside, knocking the wind right out of me, and I do choke.
I gag and choke and struggle, but Vincent still has my wrists, and Raphael holds my head in place, fucking my throat dry and sore.
Tears soak my face, but I forget everything.
Everything but the feeling of these three men, these gods, using me.
Darkness begins to close in like a fist from lack of air. Raphael doesn’t stop. Jude and Vincent thunder into me until they lose rhythm. Vincent opens his mouth in a roar of pleasure. Jude follows.
Adrenaline spikes in my blood for one last rush. The endorphins rage. And I’m coming with them, shattering into a million smithereens of hot glass, the molten bliss consuming me until…
I black out.