Chapter 24 #2
As I gape back at Ash, he brushes past me, holding the boxes high above my head.
“Making sure you know how to use these. It’s a sad shame they are still locked up tight in their boxes.
You could be living your best life.” He passes the other two boxes to Cruz in the bathroom and then returns his full attention to me.
His eyes run leisurely over my body, a gleam that tells me he’s imagining all the dirty, depraved things he wants to do to me.
His look of pure sin lights up something within me.
I can’t help but enjoy the way he looks at me.
They all say he’s a womanizer, that he has a new girl on his arm every night.
But right now, I feel like the only girl in the world.
I run my eyes down his body as well, taking in his massive cock.
He’s hard and thick, and I can’t help but lick my lips.
No piercings like his brother, but I can live with that.
“All your dirty dreams could come true if you just say the words, little princess.”
“I’m not begging you, Ash.”
His grin widens. “You will.” He closes the gap between us.
His hands coming to my ass, he picks me up and presses me into the wall behind.
His lips locking on mine. We make out until I’m panting, and I know he’s right.
There is going to come a time when I can’t stand all this foreplay anymore, and I’m going to give in.
The way he kisses me alone drives me wild.
He drops his face and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, grazing his teeth over the sensitive flesh as he pulls away.
Cruz’s footsteps sound from behind me, but from the position Asher has me in, I can’t see what he’s doing. Suddenly, though, I’m nervous. These two are about to turn me into their plaything, and I willingly signed up for it.
Asher carries me, plonking me back down on the soft bedcovers, with his hands still on my thighs, his body between my legs.
Cruz grins at me. “Let’s play a game, little darlin’.”
“What game?” I ask, my stomach churning.
“It’s called let’s see how long it takes with a few of our toys before you’re begging Asher to fuck your brains out. I give you five minutes max.”
“Two,” Asher chimes in. “She won’t last longer than two.” He winks at me.
I look between them, knowing they’re already having too much fun at my expense.
But the truth is, so am I. If someone had told me a month ago that I would be locked up in my bedroom with two hot-as-hell bikers promising me unbelievable pleasure, I never would have believed them.
“Not going to happen. You’re both going to lose. ” I smirk slyly.
Cruz chuckles. “You underestimate us.” He flicks on one of the vibrators, a purple thing with ears, and it springs to life. He moves closer to me.
I hold up my hand to stop him. “Wait. What do I get if I make it longer than five minutes? If this is a game, and I win, I should get something.”
They consider each other. “What do you want?” Asher asks.
What do I want? “My freedom, you two loosening the reins so I can live a little while I’m staying here. And you can get your brother off my back. I don’t care if my brother is paying you, I’m an adult and I need my independence.”
Cruz shrugs. “Sure. You win, we’ll back off.”
Asher nods agreeing, but I can already see the two of them don’t think I can do it. They wouldn’t agree otherwise.
Cruz passes the rabbit to Asher and takes a magic wand, flicking the thing on. My eyes go wide. They’re going to use two at once.
Asher positions the thing between my legs, but he doesn’t fill me with it; instead, he uses the ears to toy with my clit.
You can do this, Daisy, all you have to do is keep your mouth locked up tight and not beg Asher for anything. Easy.
He changes the setting to more of a pulse. I close my eyes, my hands tangling in the sheets as I try to hang on.
Then I feel the magic wand not between my legs but moving over my bare nipples. It sends tingles right through me. My entire body feels alive, thumping and pulsing with the toys. My hips rock off the bed involuntarily, wanting more.
Instead of giving me what I need, Asher backs off, tormenting me. My clit throbs; I was so damn close to cumming.
Then I feel Cruz’s lips on me, kissing the opposite nipple to the one he’s toying with. He flicks his tongue over it and then switches to the other.
Dear God, the sensation of the two vibrators on my most sensitive places with his kisses is just too much.
Asher places kisses down the insides of my thighs.
“More,” I cry so desperate.
“More what?” Asher grins.
“Stop toying with me. Put it inside me.”
His grin widens as he shakes his head. “The only thing that’s going to fuck you tonight is my cock, and you know what you need to say for that to happen.”
Sweat trickles down my forehead. I’m losing control; nothing makes sense anymore. It’s them and their hands and their mouths and the toys, and my body is so desperate for relief, but every time I get close, Asher backs off. “Please,” I whisper, not able to help it.
“Please, what, little princess?” Cruz chimes in.
I glance at Cruz. He checks his watch. “You just hit three minutes. Asher is out. It’s just you and me in it now, baby.”
A whimper leaves my lips. I can’t help it. Fuck, two more minutes. My body starts to tremble. I feel so out of control. I shouldn’t want his cock so badly; he could just fuck me with his fingers or the toy, anything to ease this desperate pain, but he won’t because he wants to win.
Asher switches toys. This one is something I have never seen before, and when he puts it on my clit, I cry out into the room.
But I don’t cum, I can’t, it’s not enough.
I need to be filled. My skin goes all prickly, and the room blurs.
I have never felt so out of control in all my life.
It’s like I’m drunk. But I’m not. My pussy throbs, my arousal leaking out of me, wetting the sheets below.
I have never been so wet, so needy for anything.
“I can’t,” I cry, trying so hard not to say the words they want to hear, but I can’t hold on anymore.
Ash’s eyes twinkle with delight. “You can’t what, princess?”
I lock eyes with Asher as he slides the toy lower, like he’s going to push it inside of me, then he stops. My pulse races like crazy, my skin is on fire, but it’s the way he looks at me. I can’t take it anymore. Again, he pushes just the tip of the thing inside and then pulls it back.
I shake my head, trying to calm myself down, but it’s no use. I want him so badly, want both of them so terribly it’s making me feel crazy. “Do it.”
Cruz brushes my hair off my sweaty forehead. “What, little darlin’, what should Ash do for you?”
“Screw me,” I cry, unable to help it.
Cruz’s lips brush over my earlobe. “Please don’t forget your manners.”
“Please screw me, Ash, I can’t take it anymore.” The words tremble out, my voice not my own; it’s possessed by everything Stryker brothers, and I’m totally at their whim.
“I thought you would never ask.” He tosses the toy across the room, and in one move, his thick cock is buried deep inside of me, filling me just the way I need it to.
“You lasted four and a half minutes—pretty impressive, little darlin’.” Cruz’s lips find mine, and I kiss him as Asher fucks me relentlessly.
I reach for Cruz’s cock, stroking him so he’s not left out of the fun. He groans into my mouth as his thick cock pulses in my grip.
Asher doesn’t hold back. He fucks me like he’s been waiting a lifetime for this moment, and part of me feels as though I have too.
The three of us together is just too damn good.
With his hands around my waist, he picks me up and tosses me so I’m on my front, ass in the air.
Then he lies down, one arm behind his head, looking way too relaxed.
I crawl up the bed and take his cock in my mouth. His hand tangles into my hair. “Yes, just like that, princess.”
Cruz moves in behind me, pushing forward until he’s buried balls deep inside of me.
I cry out, my moans strangled around Asher’s massive cock.
This is a lot—Cruz screwing me from behind while Asher fills my mouth, but I can’t deny how good it feels or how much I want to do exactly this with them every day from now on.
I can’t help but enjoy how good it feels to have both of their attention on me.
After so long feeling like I was nothing to Valentine, these two have made me feel like someone again.
Someone sexy and playful and worth their time.
A sudden burst of emotion comes over me, and I feel myself choking up. As if Asher can feel it, his hands come to my face, and he pulls himself out of me. “Cruz, stop.”
He stops immediately, pulling out of me as well.
“No, don’t stop,” I cry, so damn close to tumbling over the edge.
Cruz doesn’t listen to me. He comes to lie on the bed beside us as Asher pulls me on top of him, brushing my hair out of my eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“You assholes stopped when I was about to cum.”
He huffs a laugh. “Before that, what was wrong?” His face is clouded with concern. “Did we hurt you?”
“No.” I stare up at him then cast a glance at Cruz.
He’s propped up on one elbow, watching me intently, and looks just as worried.
I shrug, not sure how honest I want to be with the two of them. I know what this is. It’s a bit of fun, all three of us letting off steam, that’s it. But why does it feel like so much more? “This is just so unexpected.” I motion between the three of us.
“And that makes you cry?” Asher asks like he really wants to try to understand me.
“It’s silly, don’t worry about it, just go back to screwing me already.”
Cruz’s hand comes to my face, and he stares right into my eyes. “We won’t ever hurt you like he did,” he says, his voice deadly serious.
The emotion in his tone, the protectiveness, it makes my heart flutter and tears well in my eyes all over again.
I shake my head, trying to get them to stop.
I don’t know what he knows. Sloane probably told him some of it, but the fact that the two of them care so much is crazy when they should just be having a quick fuck.
That’s what this is, isn’t it? A bit of fun to pass the time.
“We’re going to take care of you, little princess, we promise.” Asher lowers his lips to mine, kissing me softly but so passionately I feel it all the way through my body.
I’m so choked up I can’t speak, so I just kiss him. As I do, he moves me so I’m lying in between him and Cruz. Cruz places soft, deliberate kisses down my neck. And then Asher lifts my leg up and over his as he pushes back inside me again. He leisurely pumps in and out of me a few times.
Then Cruz takes over. I close my eyes, and everything melds into one, with their hands on me, their lips on me and them fucking me in turns.
I’m caged between them and feel so adored, so loved.
More than I ever thought was possible, more than I ever allowed myself to even imagine could be true.
I know it’s just the euphoric high of the oxytocin surging through my body, but nothing will ever beat this.
Feeling so cared for and adored by these tough men. Nothing.