Chapter Thirteen
She loved them.
With her whole heart and soul and everything inside her. She loved them since the moment she saw them for the first time. And this had been a mistake.
If they didn’t want to see her afterward, how was she going to survive? Stopping them now before the damage was done seemed impossible. She needed them like she needed air.
Uncaring that her desperation was showing, she clung to Holden, kissing him back with urgency. When he lowered himself down her body, and Myles and Waylan came in at the sides of her, she reached for them and kissed them the same way. It wasn’t enough. She wanted to crawl inside them. No, she wanted them inside her.
“Please,” she begged. “Please.”
All coherent thoughts of hers fled as Holden’s breath fanned against the clamp at her pussy. Her back arched as he slowly loosened the grip on her. Blood rushed to her clit with the force of a runaway train.
Her head lifted off the bed, and she tried to scoot away as Holden engulfed the whole of her clit between his lips. He suckled on her, pulling just enough to draw some pain from her swollen clit and then kissing her so tenderly, she opened her legs wider for her him. He tested the texture of her labia between his index finger and his thumb, all the while lapping at her clit as if he were trying to empty her of her soul from her body and into his.
Her undulated. A thousand sparks lit off her skin. Wetness continued to stream out of her and into his mouth. Her body tensed. She couldn’t stop herself from the delicious turmoil happening inside her.
She came inside his mouth with a thundering force that stripped her of everything, leaving her wild, shuddering, and wanton for more. Yet somewhere along the line, her modesty begged her to draw back. This was too much. Too intimate.
She was losing her heart all over again.
Holden ran his knuckle down her slit while he suckled on her clit, not caring that she was still pulsing from her orgasm, her flesh contracting with the same force as when she came, and now he was building another one inside her. Fast and furious.
Waylan and Myles, on either side of her, licked all around the clamps on her nipples, sinking their teeth into the ample flesh around her tensed areola, driving her to the point of utter frustration.
She writhed against the bedcovers, her body twisting and shaking as they touched her so intimately, so blatantly, daringly, she forgot her name.
“Now,” Holden said. He lifted himself up onto his arms and used one hand to unearth his cock, and then he was rubbing the head of his shaft up and down her pussy, soaking the bulb of his thickness with her liquid arousal. He’d dip inside her, then back out again. Over and over until he created a pool of fresh wetness at the entrance of her pussy.
He played between her folds, only pushing in a little at a time. He was driving her nuts. She wanted them all now. Immediately.
Waylan and Myles removed the clamps from her nipples. They worked so fast that she only momentarily felt the tormenting rush of blood reenter the peaks of her breasts. They bit off the tiny stoppers on the vials. If she expected them to just drink the eggnog from the vial… that’s why they were called edible nipple clamps; she was wrong.
They tilted the festively glittering tubes over her, letting the liquid cascade over her engorged nipples.
This time Holden pushed in deeper than ever, jolting her out of her reality into some sort of sublimity she didn’t fully understand. She cried out in pain as he stretched her body to accommodate his size. She wasn’t big enough for them. They were too big for her. Holden was going to break her.
He pushed in all the way, right there to where she felt the earth move inside her.
She gasped, squirming on the bed, sobbing as Holden’s cock took up every inch of her body despite there still being a plug in her butt.
She was going to pass out. For real. But then, Waylan and Myles started to suck on her nipples, sucking off the eggnog. She was delirious with all the sensations.
Dear god. As Holden slid in and out of her, deeper and deeper and deeper, and Waylan and Myles sucked on her breasts as if they were drawing milk from her, the pure, unadulterated love she still felt for them, plus the dirty eroticism of it all, shattered her apart.
The walls of her pussy clutched onto Holden’s cock. Waylan and Myles sucked ferociously on her nipples now that they drank all the eggnog, and she believed they might actually draw milk from her. Her mind quieted, and then she came, feeling her climax in every part of her body. She rolled with the pulses in her body, aware she may have transcended to a different plane.
“Mercedes.” She heard them say her name in wonder as she rocked through her orgasm.
“Please,” she said weakly, feverishly.
Without losing contact with her, Holden picked her up and made her straddle him, his cock now nestled so deep inside her, she didn’t think she was going to let go.
Myles kissed a trail down her back as he gently removed the plug from her. He wasted no time before he filled her hole with more lube, and then she felt the head of his cock at her opening, puckered tightly closed, determined to turn him away.
That was not what she wanted. She wanted Myles inside her. She wanted Holden inside her. She wanted Waylan inside her.
“Breathe, beautiful,” Myles said, as he inched forward. Holden slipped out a little to give him some space. Myles pushed in past the tight rings of her bottom hole.
She was sobbing now. Uncontrollably. Waylan came to her, bent over, and kissed her lips, while Holden took a nipple into his mouth. The harder he sucked, the more of his cock he pushed back inside her pussy; the more Myles matched his passage into her ass.
She was going to be incinerated under their touch. But not seeing them again, not being allowed to love them, hurt even more and gave her the power to go on.
She braced herself, then relaxed her body. She gave Myles and Holden free rein into her without any hindrance. She absorbed the pain of the burning stretch. Then she looked at Waylan and begged him with her eyes.
Waylan lubed his cock and slipped in behind her.
She was never going to see them again. She was going to have to pretend this never happened. That had been the condition that had sealed this deal for her.
The tears that fell from her eyes were from the pain in her heart and not the pain from her body as Waylan and Myles both alternated slipping into her bottom hole. In and out. Then together. Then Waylan went a little deeper while Myles stayed at the shallow entrance of her. All the while Holden kept his ground inside her pussy, forcing her to stretch her body for Waylan and Myles on her own.
She needed them now. This minute.
“Please,” she begged.
Waylan and Myles entered her together. Stars erupted from behind her closed eyes.
For a moment, there was only the sound of their breathing. They lay still inside her, and she could feel their reverence, as a palpable thing. She’d done it. She’d taken them inside her. All three of them.
Now she wanted their essence.
She moved, and they moved with her. She hugged them to her body, and they grunted and growled. Then they were fucking her. Using her body for their pleasure, and nothing gave her more pleasure than that.
When they came inside her, bathing her with their cum, she bottled the feeling so she could keep it forever.