Inventory
Dante
Sara pants as we all step away again. Her skin glistens with sweat. I don’t need to torture her with orgasms to get off and neither do the others. Watching her writhe with pleasure is exhilarating, but it’s only part of it.
I’d be happy to release Sara from the cross and lower her onto the bed, fucking into her while she wraps around me, or spreading her ass cheeks and taking her pretty puckered hole until she cries out her release.
Wyatt was right, Sara comes easily. She tried to stop the last one she tumbled into.
Her scream almost made me come. Such pleasure.
Of course, if we’d been at the house that might have made Tom come running.
Sara’s been in danger too much for anyone to overlook a scream.
He doesn’t need to see what we do in the privacy of our rooms with Sara.
We don’t have to worry about that tonight. When Drew mentioned packing up his play room earlier today, Wyatt suggested we use it one more time, since it will be a month before we have the space to set it up at the house.
Tonight we planned to share and play with Sara. It’s been a long week and an even longer time since we didn’t have to worry about someone trying to kidnap or hurt her. After our meeting with Alexander, we’re officially in the clear. All the true threats are taken care of.
There’s still more to deal with since society will eventually figure out we’re all in a relationship. The jealous girls, the envious men, the haters. But that can wait while we enjoy the honeymoon phase of our relationship.
“Are you ready for more, princess?” Drew drags the backs of his fingers along her side.
Her stomach clenches and she inhales sharply before wetting her lips. “Maybe.”
“How do you want them, trouble?” Wyatt smirks. “Hard and fast or slow and savored?”
She whines at Wyatt’s words. I pick up the lube from the table of toys and squirt it on my fingers. She bites her lip at the sound.
“Hard and fast.” She flinches as she says it.
“Whatever you want, pip.” I circle to the back of her and slide the lube over her asshole.
She sucks in a breath. The others hang back while I prep her. Turning her around so she’s facing the cross would allow us to fuck her ass and pussy, but we’re going to make her come without getting dick. We’ll savor the anticipation.
I sink my finger into her tight little hole and she tenses around the invasion, like she’s trying to close her legs. Chuckling, I lower to my knee so I can leave marks with my mouth on the parts of her ass cheeks I can reach while I fuck her ass with my finger.
“She can take more than that. Can’t you flower?” Finn stands behind me, watching my finger glide in and out. “That’s barely as big as the plugs we play with.”
I pull my finger out and press in two, hitting the tight ring of muscles. She releases a breath and relaxes so I can easily fuck her with two fingers.
“That’s not enough to get you there, is it, trouble?” Wyatt kneels down in front of her between her opened legs. He slips his tongue against her pussy and she trembles and whimpers.
“Add a third and maybe she’ll come.” Finn taps me on my shoulder before he rounds the cross and latches on to her breast. There are mirrors on the opposite walls so we can see her from all angles. Her lips are parted.
I slide another finger into her tight ass, thrusting them in deep. Her breath comes out harsh. Wyatt sinks his fingers into her pussy. She cries out and her ass pulses around my fingers as she finds her release.
“Count out loud, trouble.”
“Two,” she gasps.
“Give me more, flower.”
Her face turns toward the sound of Finn’s voice. “I don’t know if I can.”
Wyatt’s gaze meets mine. She wanted it hard and fast. I smirk and glance over at Drew, watching us ruin his princess.
“She needs all of us.” I lick the inside of her thigh. The muscle twitches beneath my tongue.
Drew shakes his head with a smile. “You guys are doing nicely on your own.”
“Suck her tit.” Wyatt glances over his shoulder. “She gets off on it.”
She inhales sharply as Wyatt returns his mouth to her clit. Drew steps in and takes her other breast into his mouth. Wyatt and I fall into a rhythm of fucking into her with our fingers. He slides in and I slip out, both of us thrusting deep while Finn and Drew suck on her nipples.
She keens her next release and whispers, “Three.”
Wyatt shifts from his spot and Drew sinks to his knees to take over.
“Fuck, she’s so wet.” Drew leans in and sucks on her clit hard.
She shatters and releases a moan while she trembles. “Four.”
Wyatt plucks at her nipple while he sucks where her shoulder and neck meet. Finn follows his lead.
“Ah, five.” Her muscles tighten like she wants to curl into herself, but she’s not going anywhere until we’re finished with her.
And once she’s off this cross, she’ll take all of us.
There’s a low bench nearby I’ve been eyeing.
It’s perfect for us to make her ride our cocks while she sucks on the other two.
Sara
By the time I scream “Ten!” I’m worn out. My muscles shake from overuse, from tensing them too much. Hands are all over my body. Mouths, tongues, fingers. I’ve long since stopped trying to track who is where. The only thing I can do is surrender to the inevitable.
They’re going to destroy me, shatter me into little pieces, but what a fucking way to go.
All I have are the numbers and this blazing fire that never dies down, even after they shove me into the abyss.
My body tightens and I gasp out, “Eleven.”
Tears flow down my face, wetting the blindfold as I pant while my body tries to reset. It’s too much and not enough at the same time. I want to feel them inside me. Taste their kisses. Feel them come with me, in me, on me. I’m not particular. I want their pleasure.
A hard, stroking finger on my clit makes me throw my head back. “Twelve.”
“Such a good girl.” Dante’s voice is in my ear. Fingers work my ass. How many fingers? I have no clue. For all I know, he has all of them in there. He twists them as whoever is on my clit sucks and stretches my pussy on their fingers.
I’m filled so fucking full and they move in sync, plunging in and pulling out until my hoarse voice cries out again. “Thirteen.” I take a breath and someone pinches both my nipples. Not even time to come down a little before I’m flying over the edge again. “Fourteen.”
My breath shudders in and out of my chest. I wiggle my fingers when they become a little numb. Hands slide into mine, massaging them.
“You need a break, trouble?” Wyatt’s voice is tinged with concern, but the underlying desire is thick. My pussy aches, but I want more from them.
I shake my head. I want to take their cocks and I don’t get that until I reach twenty.
Something soft and cool replaces the hot mouth and fingers between my legs. The slide of Dante’s fingers out of my ass while someone sucks on my neck and someone tweaks my nipples, while hands caress me, sends me hurtling into another dimension.
My mouth opens but no sound escapes as I’m frozen in the peak of my release. I suck in a breath as I plummet back to my body.
“Fifteen,” I whisper between pants. Fingers brush away the tears.
“You can call it if you need to, flower.” Finn’s firm lips graze over my cheeks as his tongue catches my tears. “You’ll still get fucked. We’re hard and ready for you.”
I turn my head and our lips collide. A thrill shoots through me.
No one’s kissed me this whole time. He groans before he kisses me like he’s starved for me.
I shiver as a release flows through me, but I’m not giving up his mouth.
I grab the hands in mine and squeeze. Needing to touch them the way they’re touching me.
Sixteen.
They work me through my release as I ravage Finn’s mouth and he claims mine. These men I love. This isn’t just for tonight, but for always. My breathing hitches as another release pounds through me.
Seventeen.
A buzzing starts on my pussy, vibrating against my clit. I don’t have any energy left to try to pull my thighs together. Finn breaks our kiss and presses his forehead to mine. Hands are all over my body as something cool and firm presses against my asshole before sliding in. A plug probably.
“Eighteen,” I bite out as the toys force me into another release.
Finn’s warm breath bathes my lips as hands tweak my oversensitive breasts.
“Nineteen,” I whisper on a gasp. The toy doesn’t care that I don’t think I can come again. It keeps mindlessly stroking my hypersensitive clit.
I groan as the next orgasm clamps down on the toys inside me. “Twenty.”
The vibrating stops and hands soothe over my skin. The toys are taken away and my hands are released. The guys massage the feeling back into my arms before they drape them over Finn’s shoulders.
“I love you, flower.” He holds me against him. His body warm and naked against mine. My feet are released and he lifts me. I sigh with pleasure at the feel of our skin brushing.
“Finn,” I whisper and rest my head against his shoulder.
He carries me a few paces. When he lowers me to my feet, my knees shake, but hold me. He strips off the blindfold and I blink even though the lights are low. Wyatt tips my face his way and gently washes the tears away with a warm, wet cloth.
“Too much, trouble?” His dark eyes search mine, as if I’d lie to him.
“No, sir.” My voice sounds rough, like after yelling all night at a concert.
He leans in and kisses me gently. “You did good.”
I smile against his lips, pleased. Everything I did was to get to this moment. When I’d have this man kissing me like I’m his. Because I am his. I’ve always been his.
Hands slide over my hips and I look over my shoulder at Dante. He sits on a narrow bench, lower than a normal bench. I’ve always been Dante’s and Finn’s. And now Drew’s.
“Are you ready, pip?”