Chapter 26
EVERLEE – WHEN YOU’RE A PUPPET MASTER WITH A MARIONETTE OF COCKS
Dinner was superb. The last two hours were filled with amazing food and conversation. We talked about any and everything under the sun and really just enjoyed each other’s company. It was nice. Like a little slice of what could be.
“We really need to figure out sleeping arrangements, though,” I say, walking into their house.
“You aren’t going to want to sleep with all of us every night,” Callum says. “You may want one of us, or none of us.”
“Maybe down the road I won’t, but right now… I do. I just want to be around you all, all the time. I know that’s silly and chemical reactions and all in my head. But I just want to make up for all that lost time.”
Callum’s hand brushes over my cheek. “We have all the time in the world.” He kisses my temple.
“What do you want to do tonight?” I ask, my voice dipping into a low, almost seductive warmth. Ever since seeing their reactions at the dress store, I’ve been itching to try what my little wonder women cliterati groups came up with.
“Nothing. You’re being punished,” Jax shoots. He was quiet at dinner and on the ride home. Really, ever since his semi-confession in the dress store.
“Aren’t you also punishing yourself?” I retort.
“It’s why I’m so pissed.”
“So, no takers then?” I ask, and they all look awkwardly at each other.
I laugh. “Well then. You’ve all seen my wall of dildos, so you know I have no qualms about pleasing myself.
I was just hoping to please you all first, but I guess we have all the time in the world,” I say with a lackadaisical drawl.
With my finger pressed against my chin, I raise my eyes to the ceiling and let my mind wander.
“Where should I get myself off at? Hot tub? The voyeur room? Maybe the shower? Ooh, how about here in the kitchen?” The guys shift, so I smile and start slowly unbuttoning my shirt.
“Everlee,” Jax warns.
Ignoring him, I toss my shirt on the floor and unzip the back of my skirt, letting it fall to the ground so I’m only standing in my bra, panties, and high-heeled shoes.
“She…” Knox chokes out, pointing at me, before shoving his fist in his mouth, whining. “With the heels.”
I unhook my bra and let it slide down my arms and fall to the floor.
“Mother, may I?” Knox asks, killing all my sultry passion because I laugh.
“Yes, you may.”
He runs over and bends down, wrapping his hands around my waist, pulling my hips to him while he takes a breast in his mouth. I run my fingers through his hair, arching my back and moaning out. One because it feels good, but also a little for show.
“Knox. You pussy whipped dick!” Jax lashes out with a hint of humor playing on his words, grabbing Knox away from my breast. Knox was in the middle of sucking, so part of my nipple was pulled away with him and I let out a yelp.
“Sorry love. That wasn’t my fault.”
Jax watches me for a second to make sure I’m okay before moving.
“All good.” I slip my underwear down, wiggling my legs to get them to slide down, then flick them off, aiming straight for Jax.
They hit him in his chest and he catches them.
For a moment, I think he’s going to lift them to his nose, but then he tilts his head and drops them.
I know I’m wearing him down, chipping away at his walls, and it has become my mission tonight to do just that.
Grabbing the closest chair to me, I turn it to face the men, then sit down. The guy's intense gaze lands on me, flicking between my face and my pussy. Slowly, I drag my finger to my mouth, sucking on it, then glide it down my body. Their breaths are shallow, the hunger ignited in their eyes.
With a tantalizing slowness, I trace my fingers down to my clit, caressing it softly before sliding them deep inside. I tilt my hips up just a little, granting me more access and giving them a better view.
Knowing how they react, I let out a moan and arch my back while my other hand reaches up to run over my breasts and around my neck.
I continue to rub my finger on my clit, circling it, dipping it inside to get it wetter and wetter, spreading it around.
I close my eyes, enjoying the touch as my teeth bite down on my bottom lip and add a second finger.
Peeking through one eye, I look at them and smile when I see the bulge in their pants and the flush across their skin.
With each passing moment, my breaths match theirs in shallowness, amplifying the ecstasy building inside me.
It's a potent mix of their longing stares and the pleasure coursing inside of me. My finger moves faster and faster as I inch ever closer to the glorious release. My hips slide down in the chair, my breath hitches, my eyes snap shut, and my head drops back. I’m… so… cl—
A hand snatches at my wrist, and everything comes to a halt. I already know whose it is based on the firmness of the grip.
Slowly opening my eyes, I tilt my head up to find Jax staring at me, his eyes pure fire and lust.
“You aren’t finishing.”
“I’d rather finish you first, anyway,” I snap back. That was my plan the entire night until they tried to put guardrails on me. Then I made a pivot!
“Not going to happen, princess.”
“We’ll see.” I rub my hand over his pants, pressing my palm against his hard erection.
He lets out a puff of breath that tells me I’m close.
“No.” He grabs my hand and pulls it away.
I press my other hand against him at the same time I rise on my tiptoes and plant kisses on his neck, inhaling his citrusy, musky scent.
His hand holds mine, but he doesn’t move it away, standing there letting me grip and rub while I gently suck on his neck.
After a moment, I take it a step further and unbuckle his pants, sliding them down, freeing his cock.
I look up at him and pull my hand from his grip and run my hands down his chest as I drop to my knees. Grabbing his cock, I pump my hand up and down gently, rubbing my thumb over the arousal on his tip before licking a stripe down the bottom side of his cock, coating it in my saliva.
His arms are still crossed on his chest as he fights against what he wants.
I plant kisses down his shaft, twirling my tongue around the crown before taking it in my mouth, sucking it a few times before swallowing him down in one quick burst. He hits the back of my throat, and it tightens as he hits my gag reflex.
“Fuck,” he sighs and his hands fly to my head, gripping my scalp tightly as he shoves his cock into my mouth.
I smile in satisfaction, tearing down the last of his walls.
I let him fuck my face. A silent apology for pushing him earlier, and he takes it.
“Goddamn squirt,” he groans, a long, low, and needy groan that lights my soul on fire.
Squirt. His affectionate name for me. My insides burst with glee.
Like fireworks exploding inside my body as tingles race across my skin.
His grunts and moans, the way he takes, and the breaths he makes, give me power.
Confidence. Need. The need to please him, to please all of them.
When he slows, he lets me push off, but only for a second. “I want all of you. Now.” My request turns into a command, followed by a low rumble that sparks the men into action.
As Knox rips off his pants, he’s running out of the room and returns a moment later with a pillow in his hands. “For your knees, Ali.”
My heart nearly bursts, both from Knox and because I have all my men around me in a semicircle.
I move from one to the other, taking them in my mouth for a few tugs, getting them wet, alternating, pumping two others at the same time.
I feel like a puppet master with my marionette of cocks.
Like a master organist in the grandest pipe hall, although a master trombonist would probably be more fitting.
“I want…” I say between switching cocks. “To take…” I move to Knox. “Two of you in my mouth.”
“I will sacrifice my cock for this dangerous, yet worthy undertaking,” Knox chimes.
As I look up, Emmett's presence towers over me, standing in front of me alongside Knox.
“Well, twist my cock,” he mumbles, with a smile curling on his lips.
I grab both of them, sucking them in my mouth a few times each, then press them together, pumping them as one.
The hungry expressions in their eyes, the sight of their cocks rubbing together slick with my saliva, and the breaths they suck in light my pussy on fire.
I’m so wet and ready to be touched, but tonight’s not about me. It’s about pleasing them.
Slowly, I pull them to my mouth, flicking my tongue between both their dicks before pressing their heads together and circling my tongue around them before taking them in as much as I can.
My mouth is so full and burning at the edges, and the only thing I can think about, albeit briefly, is mouth yoga. Should have done more mouth yoga.
I grip them tightly and rock my head back and forth on their cocks, before moving between each of them individually, taking them deeper, before pressing them together again and taking them as one.
Once I have it under control, I grab each of their hands and place them on their cocks, so they can hold them together while I slowly pump on Jax and Callum, who have been stroking themselves, watching me take two dicks.
“You’re a fucking Queen Ev,” someone says. I can’t tell who it is, because they mumble, and the hums and moans from everyone else filter it out.
Emmett and Knox continue to pump into my mouth as we all move in unison. I’ve never gotten off before without anyone touching me, but tonight could be the night.
“Hold on,” Callum breathes out, and everyone stops. Emmett and Knox pull out of my mouth, and while missing their cocks, my mouth also welcomes the reprieve.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
Callum grabs my hand, lifting me to stand. “Knox, grab her.”