Chapter 27 #2
His lips brush mine, slow and sure, sending warmth spiraling through me. Ezra’s kisses follow, softer, tracing the path of my collarbone and down my shoulder, each one a promise. Creed’s fingers trace up my thighs, teasing, coaxing, before he finally presses his mouth to me.
My back arches off the bed with a cry, fingers tangling in his hair as waves of heat roll through me, each one sharper than the last. It’s too much and somehow not enough. The world narrowing to touch, breath, heartbeat.
I’m drowning in sensation. Roman’s rough palms on my breasts, Ezra’s lips on my throat, Creed’s wicked tongue stroking me deeper, faster, until I’m trembling, shaking, teetering on the edge of something vast and blinding.
“Fuck,” I whimper, my hips rocking up helplessly. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Roman’s hand slides lower, his fingers joining Creed’s mouth, pushing inside me slowly and deeply, stretching me in the best way while Creed’s lips lock around my clit, sucking and flicking in perfect, devastating rhythm.
I arch off the bed, my breath catching in my throat, a strangled cry ripping free before Ezra swallows it with a kiss.
I’m already trembling, every muscle drawn tight, the sensation building fast, hot, relentless, more than I’ve ever felt before.
Too much.
Not enough.
My thighs shake, instinctively trying to close, but Creed’s low growl cuts through the air, rough and commanding.
His hands steady me, holding me open as everything spirals higher. Roman’s touch finds a rhythm that sends sparks racing through me, every movement pushing me closer to the edge, until I can barely breathe.
Ezra’s mouth finds mine, stealing my breath, my voice, my thoughts. The world narrows to touch and heartbeat and the dizzy pulse of want that won’t stop building.
“Please,” I gasp against his lips, everything in me coiling tighter.
Roman’s mouth is at my ear, a low rasp that vibrates straight through me. “Look at me, baby. Let me see you let go. We’ve got you. You’re safe.”
His words anchor me, pull me in. His eyes hold mine, and something inside me breaks free.
The rush hits hard and fast, stealing my breath, leaving me weightless. Every thought scatters as I tremble, lost in the flood of sensation that crashes through me.
Ezra’s arms are around me in an instant, grounding me, a soft whisper against my lips. Roman stays close, while Creed’s touch gentles, turning from fire to warmth, from intensity to comfort.
When it’s over, I’m trembling and breathless, caught between exhaustion and awe. The world feels softer, quieter, as if the air itself is holding me.
Then Ezra’s gaze meets mine, sparking with something fierce, and my pulse stirs again.
“Think you’ve got more in you?” he murmurs.
My answer is a shaky laugh followed by a slight nod. Because somehow, I already know the night isn’t done with us yet.
Creed grins, eyes gleaming with heat, and leans down, kissing me hard. Deep and filthy and tasting of me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, making me moan.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, leaning into him, desperate for it, for all of him, making me arch up against Ezra as he settles between my thighs.
“You’re so wet,” Ezra groans, dragging the head of his cock through my slick folds, teasing, tormenting. “What are you trying to do to me?”
A helpless whimper escapes me, my hips tilting up in a silent plea, needing him to fill me, to take me apart all over again.
Roman tugs my face to look at him, his thumb brushing along my cheekbone, the touch both tender and commanding.
“You ready?” he murmurs, low enough to vibrate against my skin. “For me, I mean?”
My lips part eagerly, and Roman slides himself into my mouth, and I suck him in deep, hollowing my cheeks, tasting everything: myself, him, the salt of the head of his cock.
My eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed, drowning in sensation.
And then Ezra pushes in, slow, thick, relentless, stretching me wide, filling me so deep I can’t breathe, can’t think, only feel.
Roman swallows my moan as Ezra bottoms out with a low, guttural curse, his cock pulsing inside me, so big, so perfect, hitting every spot that makes me shiver and clench around him.
“Fuck, Sloane,” Ezra grinds out, holding still for a beat, his hands gripping my hips tight. “You feel incredible.”
He thrusts deep, my body arching into him as I roll my tongue around Roman’s thick, throbbing length.
Ezra thrusts faster, deeper, his cock relentlessly brushing on my clit, and Creed’s teeth find my nipple just as Roman’s cock hits the back of my throat, and it’s too much, too good, my body tensing, tightening, the pleasure coiling hot and sharp and unstoppable.
I try to hold back, tried to keep sucking Roman, but my body has other plans.
I shatter again. Harder, wilder, my cry muffled around Roman’s cock as the orgasm rips through me, making me shake and sob, my body convulsing with the force of it.
Creed and Ezra don’t stop, milking every last wave, every last shudder, until I’m gasping, tears of pleasure leaking from the corners of my eyes.
Roman pulls back gently, cradling my face, his eyes soft and burning all at once.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. “So, fucking good. “
I lay there, wrecked and trembling, completely undone by them, these men who have just ruined me in the best possible way, and all I can think is that I never want to stop.
Not ever.