49. Max
CHAPTER 49
MAX
I ’m feeling light and I don’t think it’s from the drinks I’ve had because it hasn’t been that many. Dancing out in the open in a hot, dim club with Drew up against me felt better than any performance I’ve ever done. Maybe it was Caine and Adam’s eyes on me the entire time, and the fact that I actually wanted them watching. Or maybe it was the way Drew was gripping my hips and feeling how hard he was against my ass.
Whatever it was, I want more of it. So, I don’t fight Caine as he pulls me out of the club or on the short walk back to the hotel. I stumble slightly, but he doesn’t let me fall and the tipsy part of me swoons a little bit at that.
The rational part tells me I shouldn’t and tries to remember all the fucked-up stuff he’s done to me. Then I’m remembering how much I liked all of those things, and I can’t seem to think straight.
Especially not when we’re all in the elevator on our way up to our room and the three of them crowd me against the wall. I grip the railing digging into my ass, looking between the three of them. Unsure of what to say, I squeak out a weak, “Hi.”
They all seem to have some sort of nonverbal agreement as they look between each other. Then the signal goes off, telling us we’re at our floor. They take their time backing away from me. I’m worried the door may end up closing, but maybe it’s all in my mind that everything is moving slowly, because the door stays open and then we’re all entering the suite.
My nerves kick up—along with my arousal—once the door is kicked closed. I’m standing in the foyer of the suite, taking cautious steps backwards while they all stand by the door, looking like they just walked out of a wet dream— my wet dream.
“Strip,” Adam commands, breaking the tension of silence around us.
I hesitate for just a second too long and Caine narrows his gaze on me. “Get naked, killer. I want my prize for winning my fight tonight.”
My arms feel like they move on their own as I do what I’m told and remove my clothes. I think they’re going to descend on me like vultures, but they don’t. They remain rooted to the same spots, staring at me with looks that tell me they want to devour me. I’m not sure if I’m going to make it out of this room alive.
At least my pussy may not. That traitorous hoe clenches at the thought. When I hook my thumbs in my panties, the last barrier between me and them. The anticipation is amplified, and I feel the buzzing in my ears.
Although my panties hitting the floor doesn’t actually make a noise, they may as well have had a “ding” from a timer with the way everything is set in motion the second they fall.
I can’t keep track of who grabs me first. I’m tossed over a shoulder and before I’m able to figure out which burly body it is, I’m thrown onto the soft bed. While I try to scramble away to gain a semblance of control, I’m yanked back by my ankles. Caine cages my body with his, pinning me there while his face leans close to mine.
My chest is rising and falling with rapid breaths already, but not from exertion—it’s from how turned on I already am by these men, my men, and whatever’s about to happen.
“You ready for us, killer?” Caine’s breaths ghosts across my lips and I want to arch up to capture them with my own. “We’re going to do whatever we want to your body tonight, and you’re going to let us.”
I lift my chin, pulling every ounce of strength I have to sass back, “And if I don’t?”
His lips pull into a smile I’ve never seen from him before. It’s a challenge and a threat all at once.
“You will.”
I’m instantly flipped onto my stomach and then pulled up onto my knees. I try to shove up on my hands, but I’m pushed back down with a hand between my shoulder blades.
“Stay like this, baby girl,” Adam instructs calmly.
All I can do is melt into the mattress while a large set of hands hold me down, and another set touches me, rubbing my thighs and kneading into my ass. When my cheeks are pulled apart and I feel a drop of spit land between them I gasp. It quickly turns into a groan as one of them latches their mouth onto my core, sucking my lips into their mouth before pulling back, spreading them apart and licking at every sensitive part of me.
I moan into the mattress while Adam swipes my hair to the side, and I’m able to look up at him through my lashes.
“You’re going to come on Caine’s mouth like a good girl, because we need you ready for everything we’re going to do to you tonight.”
I whimper, and when Caine spears his tongue into my pussy. I moan again, loudly, trying to push back into him harder, but I can’t with the way I’m being held down by both of them. I want to ask where Drew is, but the silent question is answered when Adam moves his grip to my hair, pulling tightly at my roots. He turns my head to the side so I can see him better.
I can also see a shirtless Drew standing next to him and see the way he grips the back of Adam’s head pulling him in for a rough kiss. The way their tongues thrash against each other’s while Caine’s does sinister things with his in my pussy has me gasping and writhing against their holds.
They break apart, both looking down at me with their kiss swollen lips and Drew undoes his pants without ever taking his eyes off me. Adam’s grip flexes in my hair, and Caine pulls back, the cool air hitting my drenched center and I’m about to protest when he shoves a thick finger inside me.
I cry out, trying to bury my face in the blanket, but I’m unable to with how Adam holds onto me. Drew pushes his pants down just enough to fist his cock and I watch the way his large hand works himself. The way he rubs the piercings of his ladder, and I clench.
“She likes that,” Caine states roughly right before he buries his face against me again while he adds another finger, curling them to hit the spot that has me seeing stars already.
“Bet she does,” Drew grunts.
Adam looks down at Drew’s hand. “I think she would like it even more if she had your dick in her mouth.”
I try to bite back my noise of pleasure, but the smirk Drew directs at me proves that I failed.
“Open up then, little one.” His voice drops with the command. Adam gives me no choice with the way he lifts me up with a sharp tug on my hair, and I gasp, which Drew uses to his advantage, shoving his cock deep into my throat.
Caine takes advantage of my current situation by sucking my clit into his mouth while his fingers continue to fuck me, and I moan around Drew’s cock. I run my tongue along one of the piercings and he groans. I smile around him, and Adam pushes my head down further on Drew, making me gag around him, and I hear someone let out a deep, “fuck.”
My orgasm is coming, and Caine rubs my inner walls perfectly while flicking my clit. When I start to grind against him, he pulls back, and it fades. I let out a frustrated growl, which makes Drew groan with the vibrations. I try to pull back to tell Caine to make me come, but Adam won’t let me. It only makes him push me further down on Drew and I look up wide-eyed.
“You’re not getting off his cock until you come. Get him nice and wet while you’re down there.” Adam’s instructing me like he does at the gym only makes the moment even hotter, which says something about me. But I don’t care.
Especially as Caine brings me back to the brink again before pulling back just enough to let it diminish slightly. Keeping me on the cusp for far too long. I want to scream and yell. I want to hit him and force him to make me come. I reach out, pushing at Drew’s thighs so I can scream at him, but he grabs my wrists, holding them with one of his hands and thrusting deeper into my throat.
There are tears streaming down my cheeks. Drool dripping out of my mouth. I’m gagging and doing everything I can to breathe through my nose. The panic is starting to set in as I start to wonder if I’m going to survive this.
As Caine brings me to the edge again, my release in the distance, I grind down, and groan, silently begging for him to let me have it this time. I feel like I’m going to go insane if he edges me one more time. That’s when I feel it. Right there, I’m moaning, trying to grab for something, but I don’t have access to my hands.
“Let go, baby girl, soak his face.” Adam’s words are what sends me over the edge, doing just that, while Drew pulls out of my mouth just in time for my orgasm to take over. I’m screaming and crying as I finally get the relief that’s been held out of my reach for far too long.
I think I black out because I don’t even register everything that’s happening until I come down. Drew lets go of my hands, Adam has let go of my hair, and Caine doesn’t have his face buried between my thighs anymore.
The small amount of energy I have goes toward trying to scramble up the bed, but they don’t let that happen. I’m flipped onto my back and moved so my head is hanging off the edge while I’m laying horizontally across the large bed.
Drew is on me, holding the back of my neck to devour my mouth. I’m slow to catch up to the kiss, but once I do, our tongues finally meet, and I groan against him.
“You ready to take my cock? Caine get your cunt nice and ready for me?” He runs said cock through my soaking core, getting himself wet with my arousal and Caine’s spit.
I nod, but he’s already notched himself at my entrance and is pushing in. “Let me in,” he groans softly. The way I stretch around him and the way his piercings rub me is so much, even after an orgasm as powerful as the one I just had. He doesn’t give me more time before shoving his hips forward, slamming into me so hard I cry out, wrapping my legs around him.
When I try to grab a hold of him, my hands are taken from me again, and I look up to see Caine holding them hostage. He’s shed his shirt, revealing the bruises from his fight that don’t seem to bother him, especially with the hungry look he’s giving me right now.
He leans down, keeping hold of my hands. “I didn’t think I could share you, but Goddamn do you look good with his cock inside you.”
My jaw drops at his confession. Then, he follows it up, “Not as good as when you’re screaming around mine, but I like seeing you be used.”
I want to say something, but no words come out as Drew slams his hips into me again and all I can do is moan.
Adam leans down, brushing his lips against my cheek and jaw. I try to chase his mouth with mine, but I’m unable to reach him with the way I’m pinned down.
“You going to be able to handle how Drew fucks you, while I fuck him?” Adam asks, and I rear back, not sure if I heard him correctly.
“Wha—” Drew must have heard him because the way he groans with his next thrust cuts me off.
“That’s right, baby girl. Think you can handle it?”
I nod, because I’ll agree to anything right now. His lips find mine, kissing me like he’s starved. I don’t want to part from him because I like the added connection while Drew continues to fuck me like he hates me. He leaves me before I’m ready and I whimper at the loss.
Drew leans down over me, plastering our bare chests together while his thrusts slow to a hard steady pace, the angle and pressure has me shutting my eyes with how good it feels. And when Drew drops his head on a loud groan, I want to know what’s happening. I want to be able to watch. I want to be a part of everything going on.
I strain my neck trying to look around Drew’s large body on mine, but I can only see Adam behind him. The feral look in his eyes and his bare chest.
“You want to watch them, killer?” Caine’s voice is next to me now, and I feel like I’m spiraling out of control with the way they all keep talking to me. I can hardly tell who’s who.
“Yes, ah.” Drew’s hips slam into mine again, filling me so perfectly once again.
Caine’s hand cups under my chin, tilting my head back even more so I’m looking at him upside down. “Too bad, you don’t get to watch this time because you’re going to be too busy with my dick in your throat.”
Instead of fighting him this time, I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out, tears already forming in my eyes from the sensations Drew’s causing in my body. With a silent dare in my eyes, I look to Caine. Do your worst.