64
Destroyer
Amanda
The last four days have been a nightmare. My aches and pains have dulled down to a minor annoyance. I’ve been pestered to keep up with antibiotics, pain medicine, and some type of herbal supplement that Jake insists on giving me. The stuff tastes like tea-soaked weeds. Do I complain? Yes. Does anyone listen? No.
On top of all their tender loving care and concern, every single one of them refuses to have sex with me. I can get lukewarm hugs and a cuddle buddy for sleep. Other than that, they’re pretty useless on a mattress. Even the kisses I’ve been getting are restrained.
I thought Ace would be the weakest link to attack but he takes one look at my bruised face and gets this look of fear and concern. Mikael is just as bad. Jake punks out by giving massages, and Cade pouts. Gabriel is as frosty as ever after his confession.
Don’t they realize that they’ve turned me into some type of needy ho? How am I supposed to enjoy this little at-home vacation when no one is willing to sex me up? Yeah, I’m a little banged up, but my vagina didn’t die.
This rich boy frat house is full of bullshit and shattered ho dreams.
It takes me a little while to figure out how to break this trend. I tried exercising naked and texting Jake to watch, with no response. Mikael left pretty quickly when I started. I’ve asked Ace what color my nails should be and shoved my hand down his pants. He drank whiskey all night at dinner like he was trying to force himself to pass out. I sauntered into Cade’s pigsty naked and got cuddled. It’s becoming insulting.
In the end, it’s so simple it makes my eyes roll.
That’s why I’m currently sitting under Gabe’s desk, naked, playing games on my phone. He’s the only one with a time-conscious schedule. Around five every night, he settles at his desk and works. His vacation isn’t as hands-off as the rest of us. He compromised by saying he would only work two hours a day. It was that or watching him twitch all damn day like he’s jonesing for a drug.
My butt has gone numb by the time five o’clock rolls around. The door opens and closes. I recognize Gabriel’s soft sigh. It’s the relaxed sound he makes when he lies down beside me. Good to know I’m as stress relieving as work? But not really. He’s so lame.
I stay frozen with my knees curled under my chin, quickly setting my phone down. I hear him pace around the desk, my pulse throbbing with excitement and a little dread. What if he shoves me away? They’re giving me a complex already. I didn’t need help in that area.
The fancy chair rolls back, and Gabriel takes a seat, ready for work mode.
Not tonight, asshole.
If I don’t get laid tonight I’m leaving with my middle fingers in the air.
He scoots forward, his knees spread but not enough. I have to shrink back to keep from getting hit. I stay still and tense. The shuffling of paper and his computer waking up relaxes me a little. He has no idea I’m down here.
It saves me a little embarrassment and helps me regain my courage.
I set my hands on his knees and firmly move them up. His muscles tense under my fingers.
“Mana?” He asks warily.
“Yes, Gabe?” I ask, trying to sound innocent. I get on my knees and force his thighs apart in a steady push.
“You fit,” he chokes out, his body obeying my demands whether he likes it or not. I have an up-close view of his cock rising in his slacks.
“So do you, in case you forgot,” I remind him with a smirk. “Just go back to work and pretend I’m not here.”
“What?” The disbelief in his tone is sharp enough to cut.
I ignore him, content now that he’s frozen in place. My hands glide along the inside of his thighs. When I gently cup his erection, his knees part even more. I give him a second of light rubbing before I move on to his belt.
His breathing is rough as I flick it open, slowly followed by the button and zipper. I bite my lip at the sight of silk boxers. My humor gets wiped away when I notice the damp area around the head of his cock.
He doesn’t protest or move back as I slide between his thighs. I’m surrounded by warmth, his legs falling open and feet shifting out of my way.
“Have you needed this, Gabe?” I ask him lightly. I shift his boxers so his cock can escape. They cling a little before it’s revealed. A solitary drop slides down the head while he lets out a rough breath.
“Yes.” His voice is rough, broken up by his panting breaths.
I’m tempted to walk away and let him wallow in frustration. But need overshadows the impulse quickly.
Note to self: the weak link is Gabriel.
I stretch to lap at his erection, teasing him the same way I’ve been taunted this week. A little affection and withdrawal. His thighs tighten up, his hands falling to the arms of the chair. He’s squeezing hard enough his knuckles are white.
The sight of his struggle to maintain a calm facade gives me a thrill of triumph. I quickly suck him down and run my tongue along the underside of his cock. I faintly hear him choke out my name. I bob over his lap. He leans back to see me with his lips parted for gasping breaths.
I meet his eyes, noting his flushed cheeks and the sweep of his lashes as he struggles to keep his eyes open. The clear pleasure on his face makes my core throb, ready to be filled.
I suck hard as I raise up and let his erection rest on my tongue before slowly sliding back down. Giving him the same slow strokes he once gave me with a lot of attention on the head. Beads of cum greet every lap of my tongue.
“Mana,” his eyes roll back, his grip getting tight enough that the chair creaks in protest.
“Would you like to fuck me?” I ask him sweetly, using my hand to keep his attention.
“Yes,” he grits out, already sliding back.
“Not yet,” I tell him without mercy and start sucking again.
I do it four more times—once for each day they ignored me. Every time he asks if he can sink inside me, my pulse races. I may be under the desk, but I’m in total control right now. It’s a heady feeling.
His hands are in my hair, knocking it out of the bun I put it in. He doesn’t force my head to move as his fingers shift through the strands. His hips rise subtly with every withdrawal to keep him inside for as long as he can and drop when I swallow him again. His groans and faint praises have everything inside me sensitized. My skin feels tight, my nipples peaked, body flushed.
I let him pop out of my mouth and gasp, “Ready?”
He kicks himself back without a word to stand up. The chair hits the wall, but he’s too busy helping me up to care. When he sees that I’m naked, his pupils flare. His hands land on my shoulders, and I’m spun to face the door. The shove he gives me has me sprawled over the desk, crumpling up paperwork.
That distraction gets forced out of my mind as he enters me. No waiting or checking to see if I’m ready. I’m sure he can see how embarrassingly wet I am. So wet, he glides right in, hitting the end and making me gasp at the pleasure-pain. The cold wood against my heated skin makes my breasts throb with something other than pain.
He powers into me, his control shot. His groans match my gasps at every entrance. The sharp sound of our bodies slapping gets interrupted as the door opens.
I whine pitifully at the sound. Two voices stutter to a stop.
Gabriel doesn’t stop. I don’t know if he even noticed.
“Mana,” he grunts in a strained tone.
“Christ almighty,” Ace chokes out.
I gasp as my body jostles on the desk. The outside voices fall silent until I’m focused on my own pleasure. It’s right there, ready to break. There’s something about this angle that’s keeping me from it.
“Gabe. Lower. Please,” I gasp, grinding my forehead into the desk with frustration.
“No,” he lets out a raspy laugh and keeps going.
My eyes widen in disbelief. I’m right there !
His erection kicks inside me, heat filling my core.
He staggers back and drops into his chair, catching his breath. The laughter ruins that.
“You motherfucker !” I scream and rear up, spinning to take in his stupid, grinning face.
My arm cocks back to deck him. Before I can swing, a hand grabs my elbow. A thick arm wraps around my waist to pull me across the desk.
I open my mouth to lambast Gabriel with curses and get sidetracked as Mikael lifts me off the desk, stepping back as if I weigh nothing. The show of strength startles me. Especially when my back meets a naked chest.
A hot palm caresses my stomach and slips lower to play at my core. Two thick fingers slide inside, making me moan. My hands move over his, trying to force him to thrust.
Mikael takes the long strides to the open bedroom door. Inside, the covers have been shoved off the bed. Ace is kneeling in the center, completely naked, with a fist wrapped around his erection. I focus on the motion of his hand with a weak groan.
Mikael removes his fingers and sets me on the bed. I don’t know when I curled my legs up, but my butt hits the mattress with a little bounce.
“We won’t leave you wantin’ darlin’,” Ace promises, stroking himself while he spreads lube over his length.
I start crawling toward him, desperate to put the erection to good use. Mikael distracts me as he lies down like an offering. I gape as I take in his reclining form. He crooks a finger at me, straightening his cock away from his belly with the other hand.
I hurry to straddle his hips and get him inside me. It isn’t as easy as I hoped it would be. I’m soaked, but he’s big.
“ Rakas ,” he croons softly, gaining my frustrated attention. “Slow first.”
These assholes are going to kill me.
A large hand wraps around the back of my neck and squeezes. The tight hold freezes me in place, his tip at my entrance.
“Be good.” His eyes are focused on me, his breathing shaky but even. His accent is heavy when he continues. “We’ve all been waiting for you. No need to rush. Just enjoy.”
I barely hear Ace mutter, “Fuck that. She’s been torturin’ us for days, Mik.”
“Serves you right,” Mikael tosses back. His hand squeezes again, making my breaths come out stuttered.
I slowly let myself sink down on him. I use my body weight without force. When the pinch of pain becomes too strong, I back off and start again. I brace myself with my palms on his abs.
“Good,” he sighs, and his thumb strums my clit.
I choke as an orgasm finally breaks over me, shuddering with his length halfway in me. My hips undulate helplessly, my nails digging into his skin. I try to hold myself still because the temptation to slam down on him is almost uncontrollable. It weakens my orgasm until I want to cry over the loss.
“I didn’t say stop,” Mikael’s voice darkens into a rasp.
“You said slow,” I protest with a whine. “I’m t-trying.”
He makes a rough sound and uses the hand on my neck to pull my chest to his. I’m too short to reach his lips for a kiss. He urges me to rest my cheek against his chest. The sound of his heart slamming against his ribs has my walls fluttering over him. He cradles me close, stroking my back in a soothing way that relaxes me. The tears of frustration aren’t as close anymore. His cock throbs with an echo of his heartbeat inside me.
Liquid pours along the seam of my ass. A lot of it.
I try to turn my head and find out what it is, but Mikael has a tighter hold on me than I thought.
A finger explores my hole, more lube added for every thrust inside. I’m lost to the heady feel of dark pleasure. My hips move over Mikael, a barely there thrust of movement that makes him groan. I can feel the vibration of sound all through me.
Another finger gets added easily. I’m ready for it. A slight burn and then pure bliss. My rocking over Mikael’s cock gets harder.
“Here we go, darlin’,” Ace whispers from behind me. “It’ll feel so much better soon.”
“You tell us if it’s too much, rakas ,” Mikael demands from below me.
I feel weak as I nod and try to breathe.
The fingers retreat, and I feel the tip of Ace’s cock there. My body tenses, freezing up.
A heavy slap lands on my right ass cheek, the sting making me yelp and grind down on Mikael.
“Relax,” Mikael grunts, the motions of his hand becoming soothing on my back again.
While he soothes me above, below his hips shift until he’s barely moving inside me. I tighten over his length, digging my nails into his sides.
“Better,” Ace rasps and lines up again. His hands go to my hips, keeping me still as he slowly enters me.
Between the stretch from Mikael’s cock and the burning entrance of Ace’s slow assault, I lose my air.
“Relax, rakas ,” Mikael’s hand tightens over me.
My body jerks without thought, my mind awash in sensation.
“Oh fuck,” Ace slurs out as if he’s drunk. “So tight.”
I don’t know how long he takes to get fully seated. I feel cold gel and burning heat over and over. I can’t do anything but lie still and gasp for air. I feel stuffed with one huge cock, the thin wall between one side and the other blurring in my mind.
“Oh, yeah. This ass is mine,” Ace withdraws and presses in again.
Mikael groans beneath me and moves in counter. After that I lose track of everything else. All I can focus on is how wet I am. The feel of the ridges of their cocks moving inside me is so pronounced like this. I faintly hear myself whining and crying out. Scratching at anything I can reach.
One sharp thrust from Mikael, and I’m cuming. My muscles tighten as I scream, struggling between them as the sensation overwhelms me. I feel stretched to the breaking point.
“That’s it, darlin’.”
“Perfect, rakas . Just let go.”
My body goes limp as they pick up the pace. I’m stretched so wide my clit is rubbing over Mikael’s pelvis for every thrust Ace gives me. Another orgasm rolls through me, and I’m screaming again, tightening to the point of pain. The only thing holding me steady is Mikael’s heavy grip over my neck and Ace’s praises coming from a long distance.
Ace’s thrusts stutter as he groans. I’m clenched over them both so hard it’s difficult for him to move. He rocks into me a few more times before he slowly withdraws.
As he’s moving away, Mikael picks up the pace, slamming into me so hard my teeth clatter. I clutch his shoulders, whimpering. There’s no pain. Only a building sensation of pleasure that buzzes through me. I struggle to sit up and move with him.
“Make him cum,” Ace rasps out with gasping breaths. “Squeeze it out of him like you just did to me.”
I don’t know if I have the strength for another orgasm. I feel battered in the best way possible.
“Here you are,” Mikael grits out.
Heat fills me again as he pounds into me. My head goes limp on my neck, my arms shaking wildly.
Hushed words sound around me as I float happily. A warm cloth cleans me. Hands adjust my body. I’m moved to my side, a pillow thrust under my head.
I feel a hand move over my knee and blink my eyes open. That palm is smoother than Ace or Mikael’s. Cade grins down at me. When did he come in?
I look around, finding Jake standing near my head, stroking his cock with a smile.
“Ready for more, babe?” Cade asks slyly.
“Something easy after all that roughness,” Jake smirks, crawling onto the mattress. He sits back on his heels with his cock in line with my lips.
“Fuck you,” Ace says weakly from behind me.
Cade chuckles as he lifts my thigh. He straightens my lower leg and straddles it.
“Let me,” Mikael mutters and helps me lift up to lick along Jake’s length.
“Teamwork,” Jake gasps and sinks his fingers into my hair to grab a fist full.
I grip him in a tight fist and work my lips over him as best I can in this position. I’m still high from the previous orgasms and willing to share the love.
Cade slips inside with a sigh. He shifts until the juncture of his thigh rides over my clit. As soon as he starts moving, the sensitive bundle of nerves receives a continuous bump that makes me moan.
“Heard you made Gabe lose it,” Cade whispers with a chuckle.
“I can see why,” Jake sighs as I suck him deeper inside.
Mikael’s hand moves to fondle my breasts. He pinches a nipple, rolling it until the sensation shoots from my breast to my core in a pulse.
“You like that, babe? I’ll clamp those later if you cum for me.”
Jake says something in muddled German.
“That good?” Cade’s breathing gets uneven, his pace picking up. “Jake is strangling his dick, so you don’t make him cum too fast.”
I suck harder in response. Jake angrily shouts something, and Cade laughs breathlessly. My hand moves to gently fondle his balls. They’re tight as I massage them.
Angry, groaning German pours over me, and Cade begins to hammer inside me. Mikael twists my other nipple until I’m whining around Jake’s cock.
His fist tightens in my hair as his hips piston, dragging him over my tongue. I feel the first splash of cum hit my tongue before he’s pressed to the back of my throat, holding himself there. I swallow around him, listening as his voice goes from angry to weak between breaths.
Jake withdraws, stumbling off the bed as if he’s drunk. Gabriel catches him and moves him toward the head of the bed.
“Just us now,” Cade mutters through gritted teeth. He raises my knee higher, rubbing against my clit mercilessly as I gasp for air. His hips rise to a different angle and hammer home.
I scream as he rubs over the end of me, only withdrawing an inch before he slams against it again. The sharp pain blurs into pleasure, my walls fluttering over him. A choked sound comes up before I lose control of my body.
My thighs spasm as my back bows. I can’t catch my breath as an orgasm rips through me. Painfully tightening me over him in a chokehold.
“Fuck,” he barks, and warmth floods me. He keeps going, extending my shaking. My body tries to curl up, but his hold won’t let me.
I blink my eyes open, disoriented for a minute.
The room is dark. I’m surrounded by enough body heat that I’m sweating. I’m too weak to lift my head, and my body aches all over. My eyes catch on a familiar silhouette leaning against the doorway.
“Gabe?” I ask in a rough voice. Even my throat hurts.
The figure paces forward and crouches in front of me. The light coming in through the door lets me see his smug grin.
“I win,” I smirk back.
“I love you,” his smile doesn’t waver.
“I love you, too,” I admit, a little disgruntled at his bright expression.
“We all love you,” Cade says from a dark corner somewhere.
“I love all of you, too,” I answer angrily.
“Bout damn time,” Ace sighs.
Mikael nuzzles my ear to whisper, “ Min? tykk??n sinusta. ”
“No more lovefest. Everyone go to sleep,” I snap.
Gabriel chuckles and hands me a few pills with a glass of water.