Chapter 45 #2
I don’t hesitate. I flick my tongue over the tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum before taking him in deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck.
His curse is sharp, his hips jerking slightly, fighting the urge to thrust deeper.
Ezra’s hand brushes my cheek, guiding my head as I work Roman’s length.
“That’s it, Sloane,” he murmurs. “Take your time.”
But Creed’s patience wears thin. He reaches down, gripping my chin firmly, pulling me away just as I find my rhythm.
“Don’t get greedy,” he warns, his thumb pressing into my bottom lip, forcing it open. “We’re all going to enjoy you tonight.”
Desire spikes, a rush of heat flooding my body as I shiver under his control. I turn to Ezra next, yanking his clothing off in a hurry, before dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock, and taking him into my mouth.
His hand flexes against my scalp, a quiet growl slipping past his lips. Roman runs his fingers down my spine, the heat of his touch searing my skin. Creed’s fingers trace over my slick heat, sending a wave of pleasure crashing through me.
“No touching yourself,” he murmurs, a wicked gleam flashing in his eyes. “You come when we say.”
I whimper around Ezra’s cock, the combination of restraint and control making my pulse race. The pleasure, the power they have over me, is intoxicating, and I can’t get enough.
My heart pounds in my ears as Creed lifts me effortlessly, placing me back on the bed. He spreads my legs wide, fully exposing me to their hungry, predatory gazes.
Roman kneels between my thighs, his hands skimming up my inner thighs but stopping just shy of where I need him most.
“Patience,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting over my skin, teasing. “I want to see how much you can take.”
Creed stands behind me, his large hands gripping my shoulders, pinning me in place. He leans down, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Don’t move.”
I clench my hands into fists, trying to obey, but Roman’s mouth hovers over my soaked core, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. Ezra sits beside me, his fingers grazing my lips.
“Open,” he commands, and I obey without hesitation, taking two of his fingers into my mouth, sucking, swirling my tongue over them, tasting him.
His other hand traces lazy circles over my thigh, getting closer to my core, before stopping just short. I whimper, my hips shifting slightly, desperate to chase his touch.
Roman grips my thighs tighter to hold me still. “Uh uh. Not until we say.”
Creed’s hands tighten around my shoulders, his grip unyielding. “Let’s see how long you last.”
The anticipation is unbearable. Roman’s mouth finally descends, lips parting just enough to brush against my clit, one slow, devastating flick of his tongue before he pulls away again. My back arches, my body aching for more, but Creed’s grip holds me immobile.
Ezra’s fingers slide from my mouth, gliding down my throat, teasing the swell of my breasts before pinching one of my nipples. “You’re trembling.”
“You’re desperate,” Roman murmurs, his breath hot against my skin. “I can feel it.”
I moan, trying to shift closer to him, but Creed’s hands hold me in place.
“Stay still,” he commands. I obey, barely breathing as Roman’s tongue traces slow, torturous circles around my clit. My muscles tighten, the pleasure slowly building inside me. Ezra tilts my chin toward him, his lips brushing mine before he murmurs, “Not yet.”
Not yet? I’m already trembling, already on the edge again.
“You’ll come when we say. Not before.”
Roman’s tongue flicks over me again, but he pulls back just as I’m about to reach the edge. I gasp, frustration and pleasure mixing in a tight knot.
“Please,” I beg.
Creed smirks, his eyes dark with desire and satisfaction. “There’s our good girl.”
Ezra’s fingertips graze against me, feather light, exploring, before slowly sinking inside. My breath catches, my body instinctively tightening around him. My head falls back as a soft moan escapes from my throat.
“More,” I gasp.
Creed’s hand, firmly tangled in my hair, pulls my head back up. “Not yet.”
Ezra’s fingers curl inside me, applying just the right pressure, coaxing electric jolts through my nerves. Every movement is calculated, building, but never letting me fall.
Roman’s mouth brushes over my skin again, a swift stroke sending another wave of heat through me. My senses are overloaded, unraveling with every touch.
My hands flail, gripping anything within reach, Ezra’s arm, Roman’s hair, Creed’s wrist, desperately trying to ground myself. Then, finally, Roman’s lips close over me, his tongue pulsing in time with Ezra’s movements.
Creed tightens his grip. “Come now.”
The command shatters me. Pleasure explodes through me, my body arching as cries of release break free.
Roman groans, his mouth moving against me as he rides out my orgasm, his hands holding me firmly in place. I barely have time to catch my breath before Creed lifts me, flipping me onto my hands and knees with ease.
“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”
His hands spread me open. Heat floods me as I feel the broad head of his cock press against me, nudging, stretching.
Ezra and Roman flank me, their hands roaming, keeping me anchored between them as Creed fills me slowly, deeply, with unyielding force.
I tremble, my fingers digging into the pillows as he moves, relentless. Roman cups my chin, tilting my face toward him. He doesn’t need to ask; my lips part, taking him in as he thrusts forward, his restraint slipping.
Ezra’s fingers trail down my spine before gripping me tightly. “Think you can handle us all?”
I moan around Roman, my body already answering for me. The pleasure is relentless, a wave crashing over me repeatedly.
Creed’s grip on my hips is unyielding, his pace steady and deep, each movement sending waves of pleasure through my overstimulated body. Every inch he moves brings me closer to the edge.
“That’s it,” Roman groans. “Take me deeper.”
I obey, tilting my head slightly, feeling the pull of him as he presses forward. My breath catches, the heat between us rising with each subtle shift. His restraint slips, and I can feel his control unraveling.
Ezra’s fingers brush against my skin, tracing over the delicate lines where I’m stretched around Creed, teasing, urging me to feel more. “Think you can handle this?”
Creed chuckles, low and knowing. “She can.”
I whimper, every nerve alive, shaking from the relentless push of pleasure. Ezra’s breath brushes against my ear, and I feel the heat of his body against mine. His touch, gentle yet firm, slides over me, feeling where we’re connected.
“Relax, Sloane,” he murmurs. “Let us give you everything.”
A thrill shoots through me at his words, the weight of them settling deep inside.
Creed stirs, adjusting his position. “Breathe, darling.”
I focus, forcing myself to relax as Ezra pushes deeper, stretching me in a way that overwhelms my senses. The pressure builds, and I can’t help but moan at the sensation. Full, stretched, complete.
Ezra groans as he moves, pressing closer, and I can feel his body against mine. “Sloane, you’re perfect.”
Creed’s hands tangle in my hair, gently pulling me back, making me look up at Roman. His gaze is intense, filled with hunger.
“Finish him first,” Creed orders.
Roman’s eyes darken as he smiles, his hand guiding me as he moves closer. “That’s right. Just like that.”
I focus, my lips parting, my body responding to his every movement. The rhythm quickens, and I feel him shudder as he reaches his peak, his grip tight in my hair. I swallow, my heart racing, as Ezra and Creed’s movements become more synchronized, deepening, overwhelming.
Roman pulls back slightly, his breath rough as he presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Good girl.”
Ezra’s hands pull me closer, his body pushing into mine with more urgency. “Fuck, Sloane. You feel so good.”
Creed’s pace quickens, his grip tightening, his voice low and commanding.
“You’re ours,” he mutters. “Ours to care for, to protect.”
The words reverberate through me, sending a shock of emotion and heat rushing through my body. My release builds a wave that crashes over me with a force I can’t control. I gasp, my entire being trembling as their names slip from my lips.
Creed’s grip tightens, holding me as I fall over the edge, his breath ragged against my skin as he follows me, his body rigid with the force of it. Ezra’s hands move along my back, his breath warm against my neck as he finds his own release.
I collapse against the pillows, completely spent, my body shaking with the aftermath of it all.
I let out a shaky breath, feeling the pull of everything that surrounds me. Safe, sated, and deeply connected to all three men in the best possible way.