Chapter 26 #2
Knox obeys, throwing me over his shoulder, with my ass in the air. I smack Knox’s back, screaming and laughing. “This is not how tonight is supposed to go!”
“In your opinion. In our opinion, this is not how tonight is supposed to go,” Callum retorts. “You’re stubborn, so we gave in for a little while, but you will learn we always win.”
I pop my head up to glare at him, and he throws his head back in a laugh, then boops my nose.
“Ass,” I mumble.
“No. But I’m going to get yours in a few minutes,” he says, causing a flush to sweep over my skin.
When we get into the voyeur room—which really doesn’t seem like the right name anymore—Knox flops me onto the bed.
“This is more like it,” Callum says, running a finger up my side, past my ribcage and to the underside of my arm.
Like a reverse Dirty Dancing move. Is that what we’re doing?
A little dirty dancing? A little horizontal mambo?
God, I hope so. These men have me turned on all the time, and when I saw them today at La Belle, it was all I could do not to jump them.
A moment later, I feel the familiar fuzzy handcuffs being clasped around my wrists. “Now. What to do with you?”
I watch them all walk around the bed, eyeing me like a piece of prey, and excitement bubbles in my belly.
“Knox?” I moan out, knowing he will feel the need I have right now.
He climbs onto the bed, pressing a knee between my legs. “Yes, Ali?”
“Will you fill me with your cock and fuck me until you come?”
His eyes do this sort of flutter thing as a heady breath escapes his lips. “How can I say no to you, love?”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t,” I drawl out slowly, rubbing my calf up his leg.
“Higher,” he urges, and I move my leg higher. “Higher,” he says again. “Now the other.” He clasps a hand around my shin, pulling my leg up while he plants kisses down to my ankle. He moves to my right leg, mixing in little nibbles, causing goosebumps to spread along my skin.
“Knox,” I warn.
“You didn’t say when, love, and if I recall, you’re still being punished.”
I narrow my gaze at him, the ache from within driving me crazy with lust and desire. “Please fuck me.”
“Begging? I love it when you beg for my cock.” He smiles, spreading my legs and thrusts in quickly without hesitation.
The first push sends my body reeling as tingles travel up my spine.
“Yes! Give me more, Knox!” He holds my legs to the ceiling and pounds into me repeatedly.
Nothing fancy, no more taunting. Just pure sex.
His need consumes him, wrapping us up in our own cocoon.
Taking and giving. My legs begin to shake as Knox moves even faster, edging closer to his own release as I’m coming to mine.
I feel like I’m about to explode, and I do.
I scream out as pleasure tears a seam straight through me and rolls over me in wave after delicious wave.
Knox lets out a grunt, and I can feel his cock throbbing inside of me before he slows. He lets my legs fall to the side as he leans over and takes my mouth with his. “Always misbehave, because I love punishing you.” His lips softly press to mine before he slides his tongue in.
I love kissing this man. The way he makes me feel. To say that I’m the only one seems trite or cliché, but it’s the truth. Like he’s searching for something and he finds it with me. Like he’s testing the waters, scared to get in, but then gets lost.
I’m breathless when he pulls away and left panting.
He climbs backwards off the bed, and I see Jax walking over, taking long strokes of his cock, causing his tattoos to dance on his chest and arms.
He grabs my ankles and flips me onto my stomach. His roughness electrifying my skin. I’d never been one for rough sex, but with him, it’s… exciting. Thrilling. I trust him with every part of my body, knowing he’ll push it to the very edge, but is always in complete control.
“Move up to the headboard,” he commands.
I awkwardly push up, sliding my body to the headboard, waiting for my next instruction.
“Grab it.”
I grab it and look over my shoulder.
He presses two fingers to my cheeks and pushes my head away.
“Jax,” I whisper.
He brings his head down beside mine, but doesn’t speak.
“Earlier…” I whisper.
His breath hitches, like he knows what I’m going to say. What I’m going to ask. He slides my hair to the side and presses his lips against my ear. My pulse is pounding in my chest with anticipation of what he’s going to say.
His next words come out in a low growl that shakes me to my very core, nearly making me come. “I’m going to need you to shut the fuck up and take our cocks like a good girl.”
A puff of air leaves my lungs, and I slowly turn my head to look at him. It’s like he just stepped out of one of my smutty books and holy fuck, is it hot.
He rarely calls me a good girl, mostly Callum, but hearing the words on his lips… A fire sweeps across my skin, igniting it, causing my eyes to flutter and my legs to shake.
His finger glides down my spine, causing my back to arch up like a cat in heat.
His hands brush along both of my ass cheeks, rubbing them, grabbing them.
Something cool glides over my forbidden place and I know what’s happening next.
He presses a finger in and begins prepping me, sliding it in and out.
He adds more lube and another finger, continuing to pulse and swirl, stretching me wider and wider.
His fingers curve in a come-hither sort of move, eliciting a low groan.
“Jax,” I cry out, dropping my head and shoulders to the bed so my ass is still sticking up in the air, begging for him.
He pulls his fingers out and I hear him squirt a little more lube, no doubt coating his length to help it easily glide in.
The head of his cock slowly presses into my opening and pauses, allowing me to stretch around him.
He pulls out, then presses in again, going a little further, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head and my stomach to tighten.
“Yes,” I grind out, face in the bed.
He pumps faster and faster, filling me to the hilt. When he pulls out, I rock back into him, needing more. Taking more.
He slides his hand up between my shoulder blades and grips the back of my neck, his other hand on my ass, and presses down as he unleashes his thrusts into me. Anger. Frustration. Lust. Need.
I arch my back, pressing my ass up higher, as he hits every nerve, every sweet spot, within my ass. This is insane. My orgasm builds, slower this time, like a tsunami ready to wipe out an entire village, and I don’t want it to stop.
“Jax,” I moan as I’m getting closer, but he says nothing.
His hands and his cock claim me.
I am his, and he is mine.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I howl out, my body nearly ripping in two. This orgasm is so much more than before and lasts longer until my body is quaking around his cock. He thrusts one, two, three times and then stills. He pulsates inside me just before he collapses, his chest pressing against my back.
He moves my hair aside and plants a kiss on my cheek and just stays there for a moment like he wants to say something, but can’t find the words or perhaps the courage.
I turn my head towards him and take his lips.
It isn’t a rough or super passionate kiss, but there are unspoken words woven within it.
He pulls out, leaving me empty, and I crumple onto the bed, rolling over.
“Have you had enough?” Callum asks.
My gaze fixates on him and Emmett stroking their cocks, and while I don’t know if I can have another orgasm or give anymore; I feel a stirring inside of me. I want to give these men everything. Every part of me I can.
“Never,” I murmur.
Callum stretches onto the bed, unlocks the handcuffs, and lies on his back. “We’re going to take you together.” He pats his chest, inviting me to climb on top.
It takes me a minute to move because my muscles and bones feel like jelly. This moment feels a little surreal, as it reminds me of the first time I was in this room. Straddling him while the others watched.
I look down at him, watching him breathe, as I trace his tattoos with my fingers. He is a beautiful man. A beautiful canvas, painted with black ink and a story. I’m so thankful I get to learn what each of those tattoos means to him, when he got it, and why.
Our hands mindlessly roam each other as we soak one another in, and then I feel a soft kiss on the back of my neck and my head lolls backwards.
“Hey Trouble,” Emmett says, as his lips travel up my neck and around to mine. His tongue slowly pulses in, causing my head to swim.
This man.
These men.
I lift my body up and sink onto Callum. His hands travel to my hips and hold me there while I continue to kiss Emmett. Both of them moving slowly for me, only giving what I can take.
The kiss with Emmett deepens, and I want more.
Need more. Like it’s oxygen breathing fire back inside of me and my hips respond, gyrating slowly on Callum.
Emmett’s hands slide up my back and around my waist, grabbing my breasts as he continues to kiss my mouth in a slow and passionate kiss.
I place my hands over his as he plays with my nipples, intertwining us as one.
“Emmett,” I whisper out, and he knows exactly what I need.
He slides his hands on my back, gently pressing me forward. I don’t need as much prep this time, but I still hear the lube being squirted and feel its cool slickness slide along my backside.
“If it’s too much, you say the word Trouble.” Emmett sweeps the hair along my back and presses his lips to my ear.
“Never.”
Callum chuckles. “Never say never, love. There’s only one of you and four of us.”
“Never,” I whisper, pressing my lips to his. A puff of air escapes when Emmett slowly pushes in where Jax was. “I feel so full.”
“You have two cocks inside of you.” Callum plants kisses along my jaw.
My hands press into the bed and rock back on both of them, slowly at first as I get used to their fullness.
Once they are completely seated inside me, they begin to push and thrust. They’ve waited the longest, and I want to make it good for them, even though I feel like my body can’t give anything else.
“Fuck me, please,” I whimper.
“Everlee,” Callum says, his hands cupping my cheeks with concern spread across his face. “We can stop.”
“Please don’t. I need you. I want you.”
I catch Callum looking over my shoulder at Emmett, and a moment later they both move fast. Fucking me with a gentle ferocity. Their moves are in complete sync. Moving, rubbing, hitting every sweet spot in my body.
We are one.
A pile of heat, sweat, and pleasure.
No words. Just connectedness.
Wet slaps fill the room, along with grunts, sighs, and moans. Each of us lost in our own worlds.
A moment later, they still inside of me, their cocks pulsing, and I collapse on Callum’s chest. Emmett pulls out and rolls over on the bed, and I turn my head, looking at him.
“You are so fucking amazing, Trouble.” His fingers dance on my heated, sweaty skin.
He strokes my back for a moment before rolling off the bed so it’s just Callum and me.
His cock continues to get softer inside of me with each passing minute, but I don’t want to move.
Even if I had the strength right now, I don’t want to.
This connectedness. Tonight felt different in so many ways.
It’s like all the worry of the what-ifs evaporated.
We are together.
All of us.
And I’m not leaving.
The walls they had built started to come down tonight. Like they gave a part of themselves to me and I gave a part of myself to them. It had been happening all week, little things here and there.
I must have fallen asleep on Callum, because my head feels like it’s in a daze as my body is being carried. “Sorry,” I mumble into his chest. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep on your dick.”
His chest shakes with a low chuckle. “I kind of liked it,” he whispers, kissing my forehead. “We’re going to take care of you now.”
I hum in delight and promise to only close my eyes until I get in the water.