41. Camilla
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
CAMILLA
H oly fuck.
My entire body is on fire, and yet they’ve barely started.
Every touch of their hands on my body brings me closer to the edge, and yet nowhere near as close as I want to be.
Kovu thrusts hard into my mouth, and I hand my body to him without hesitation, dragging in rough breaths anytime he gives me the chance before he surges forward again.
Kaos and Bishop alternate thrusts, giving me my first insight into what it will be like to have them fuck me together, while Crew’s intense eyes keep watch over us as they drive me higher.
Bishop pulls his finger free for long enough to sink a second inside me, and I moan, the stretch giving me the slightest bit of pain that I need.
I never thought I’d get off on pain, but I also never thought I would let the four most ruthless men in the city fuck me at the same time, so apparently I’m full of surprises.
Kaos kicks up the speed on the vibrator, and my body trembles as he presses the head to my G-spot, tearing a rough cry from my throat, which in turn makes Kovu moan.
“Do that again,” Kovu pants. “Her throat is so fucking wet and tight.”
“Don’t you dare come.” Crew barks out the order, but I’m too lost in sensations to pay attention to the fact he’s controlling this entire situation.
I glance up at Kovu just in time to catch the glare he sends in Crew’s direction, but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting forward so hard my throat protests at the invasion. I think he might make good on his promise that I won’t have a voice tomorrow if he keeps this up.
Kaos repeats the same motion, which has another guttural moan escaping me at the same time Kovu groans in pleasure. I never understood how group sex worked before, but it truly is a team effort, and I feel grateful as hell to be a part of this team.
I swallow around Kovu’s head, ignoring the discomfort as I lap at the underside of his cock.
“You ready for the plug, love?” Bishop asks roughly.
Before I can think to respond, Kovu drags me off him, and I drag in desperate breaths before I can think about responding.
“Yes,” I gasp. “I’m ready.”
“Such a needy little whore for us, Little Menace,” Crew rumbles, and I turn my head to see him kneeling a few feet away from us, stroking his cock in slow, measured movements.
Bishop presses the silicone plug to my tight ring of muscles, and I take a deep breath, remembering his instructions from the Scarlet Lounge, and then breathe out to allow him to slip it deep inside me.
“Fuck,” I moan.
“Fuck is right, love. Your ass looks so good stretched around this plug, but I can’t wait to see it stretched around one of us.”
When I look up at Kovu, he’s leaning forward over me, and a deep rumble escapes his chest. “You’re going to look so pretty with all your holes filled with us, Little Lamb.”
Kaos kicks up the speed of the vibrator again, and I jolt forward in an attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure, but between the three of them, they have me held in place.
His fingers brush over my clit, and I cry out. Oh fuck. I was doing such a good job of holding myself away from the edge, but between the plug in my ass and Kaos’s ministrations, I’m only moments from tumbling into a release I can’t possibly stop.
I squeeze my eyes shut as frustrated tears fill the corners. I have no fucking idea how long they’re going to do this or how long I’ll truly be able to hold my orgasm at bay, and perhaps that’s the hardest part of being edged.
“Camilla,” Crew reprimands on a growl.
“I can’t.” I shake my head. “I can’t do it.”
“Yes, you can.”
“I can’t,” I sob as the tears escape and roll down my cheeks.
Kovu drops his face down to meet mine and watches as the droplets slip down my face before he leans forward and drags his tongue up my cheek. His groan fills the room, and I can’t help but stare at him with surprise. It’s not even like it’s the first time he’s done this, but I don’t think it’s something I’m ever going to get used to.
“You ready for another level up, Princess?” Kaos asks.
“No,” I reply at the same time Crew says, “Yes.”
I whip my head around to face him, my glare falling on his smug face, but I’m quickly distracted when the vibrations intensify at the same time he presses his fingers against my clit with more pressure.
“She’s clenching so hard around the toy I can barely move it.”
“That’s because she’s right on the edge, aren’t you, Camilla?” Crew asks.
I nod. “Yes, so close. Fuck so close.”
“Not yet,” Crew snaps, his own hand pumping his cock harder.
I drop my head forward and focus on breathing through the pleasure, but they’re persistent, and I’m struggling to drag in a breath, let alone remove myself from the cliff they’re dangling me off the edge of.
Kovu presses his palm to my cheek and gently nudges his cock against my lips.
I quickly wrap them around his head and suck him slowly, using his hard length to distract myself from how completely overwhelmed I am by the other men in the room.
There’s a sharp sting across my ass, and I scream, almost choking around Kovu’s cock before another slap of someone’s hand lands on my other cheek, right beneath the mark my resident predator left.
“I love seeing my mark on you, Little Lamb,” Kovu growls as he surges forward.
“Should have gone with ‘ours,’” Bishop says from behind me, but I’m too lost in the mix of pain and pleasure as they land slap after slap over every bit of flesh. My ass, the backs of my thighs, and occasionally my already oversensitive clit.
“Fuck, she loves being spanked,” Kaos forces through gritted teeth. “Look at how she’s pulsing around the vibrator.”
“Is our girl getting desperate?” Crew asks as Kovu drags me off his cock by my hair, and I swallow down greedy lungfuls of air.
“Yes,” I cry. “Please let me come. Please.”
“Mmm, I’m not so sure.” Crew looks up at the others as he deliberates about when I might get the release that’s so close I think a stiff breeze could throw me over the edge at this point.
“Please,” I sob.
“She has been such a good girl,” Kovu tells him.
“She has,” he agrees. Crew’s face appears in front of mine, and Kovu moves out of the way to accommodate him. “Are you ready to show them how well you squirt, Little Menace?”
My cheeks heat. “I don’t know if I can do that again. I don’t know what I did to make it happen.”
He chuckles. “That’s okay, I do.”
Before I can ask any questions, he pushes up and rounds my body so he’s kneeling between Kaos and Bishop behind me.
He bumps Kaos’s hand out of the way and takes control of the vibrator. He increases the speed and I squeal, but there’s nowhere to go, not when they’re holding me in place.
Kovu drops down to my side so he can watch, and I feel my cheeks heat. What if I can’t do this again and I’m setting them up for disappointment?
Before I can allow myself to fall down a rabbit hole I’m not sure I’ll be able to crawl out of, Crew presses the toy to my G-spot and holds it there, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body at the same time he presses his fingers to my clit with just the right amount of pressure.
“Fuck,” I cry.
“Hold it, Camilla.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You know the consequences of coming without permission.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as pleasure batters down on my body, and by some miracle I manage to do as I’m told despite how desperate I am for this release.
“Fuck, look at her juices dripping down her thighs,” Kaos groans, the lust in his voice only adding to my need for release.
“Just a little longer,” Crew grunts, and I drop my cheek to the soft sheets, handing my body over to them in a way I didn’t think I ever would.
There’s peace in letting go, in handing over your control to someone else and leaning into the way they play your body. I’m just lucky I have four men I can let myself lean on.
Tears roll down my cheeks and soak into the sheets, but I’m too far gone to care about the fact these are brand new and they’re about to be covered in God knows what.
The vibrator kicks up one more notch, and I can’t swallow the cry that tears from my throat, earning me a satisfied grunt from behind.
“Come.”