Chapter 13 #2
Cruz has moved behind me again, trailing his fingers down my spine before his hand cups my ass cheek.
Rook contents himself with watching for the moment, his focus on my face as I bite my lip, moaning as I grind my hips, feeling Boone hitting deep inside my core.
Cruz teases my nipples with one hand, kissing and biting my neck from behind, his other hand snaking around to circle my clit.
“Do you like Boone’s cock?” Cruz whispers devilishly in my ear.
“Yes,” I pant.
“Are you gonna take Rook’s cock in that perfect mouth too?” he challenges. “And then I’m going to play with your perfect ass so you’re completely filled,” he whispers.
The filthy promise makes me moan, hungry for something I’ve never even considered before.
Rook stands to my side, and I take him in my mouth again, moving my head in time with the roll of my hips.
Cruz moves away for a moment, and I hear the sound of liquid being squeezed from a bottle, and the smell of cherries fills the room.
When his finger teases my ass, it’s slick with lube.
I’m so turned on that it doesn’t take my body long to accommodate his finger.
The sensation is different and intense, but not unpleasant.
He was right, with every possible nerve ending being teased, touched, and fucked, I feel senseless with pleasure.
It should feel chaotic, three people all vying for my attention, but it doesn’t. It feels right. Like we were always going to end up here, together.
It doesn’t take long for my second orgasm to rip through me like a tidal wave, hitting me hard and fast and making my juices squirt out of me with force.
“Oh, fuck,” Boone grunts as he shudders underneath me, his cock pulsating as he cums hard, the pressure of my climax sending him over the edge.
I fall onto Boone’s chest, panting and smiling blissfully, taking a moment. He kisses me tenderly, savoring the moment before moving to one side to let the others in.
With his usual ferocity, Rook flips me onto all fours and drives inside of me. Boone prepared my body perfectly, warming it up for the onslaught of passionate fury that is Rook. He fucks me like a man possessed while Cruz comes to kneel in front of me and fucks my mouth.
The two of them move in sync, alternating thrusts perfectly timed so I’m never overwhelmed. Cruz grips my hair, falling loose from its bun, stray strands sticking to my face, and he tilts my head back so he can look me in the eyes.
“Fuck, you’re fucking perfect,” he says with a slow grin.
“And she’s all ours,” Rook growls, his possessive streak finally widening to include the others. He spanks me, and I moan, the sound vibrating on Cruz’s cock and making him even harder. “I want to hear you say it,” he purrs.
Cruz frees my mouth for a moment, as eager as Rook for me to confirm I belong to them. This time, I don’t hesitate. “I’m yours. Rook, Cruz, Boone, I’m fucking yours!” The words come out giddy and blissful, right now, I don’t have a care in the world.
“Fuck, yes, Sloane,” Rook grunts as he cums hard, pulling out and painting my backside in his seed.
I have just enough time to catch my breath while, in a moment of unusual tenderness, Rook wipes me clean, kissing the dimples on my back when he’s done.
Cruz lies down, pulling me on top of him into reverse cowgirl, but I’m lying down against his chest. The angle feels strange but not unpleasant as he enters me.
I realize why he chose this angle, as my entire front is now free for the others to pleasure me while he slowly moves beneath me.
Rook teases my clit while Boone, oh so softly, like the touch of a feather, traces the tips of his fingers over my nipples.
The touch is electric, so gentle after the rough pounding I just had that it feels incredible for entirely different reasons.
It feels so sensitive that I could weep with pleasure, my men now handling me like I am made of glass, a fragile, precious thing.
Ever in touch with my emotions, Boone notices I’m overwhelmed. He kisses me softly on the lips, murmuring, “You okay?”
“Yes, more than okay. It just feels so fucking good,” I admit with a giggle, a very un-Sloane sound.
Boone grins back at me, my joy infectious.
All too soon, I feel yet another orgasm blooming inside me, slower yet stronger, building like rain in a storm.
“I think I’m gonna cum again,” I admit, feeling worried I can’t take any more, that the pleasure will engulf me before Cruz can find his release.
“Oh, thank god,” he chuckles. “I’ve wanted to blow my load since the second I entered your perfectly fucking tight and wet pussy,” he purrs in my ear, making me blush from the dirty talk.
“Cum with me,” I tell him, issuing a new challenge where we both win.
With all three of my men touching me, I reach my final explosive orgasm as Cruz pumps his own inside of me.
My screams of ecstasy soften to moans as I catch my breath, allowing the guys to maneuver me so gently that I’m lying down with them surrounding me, each with a hand on my skin, not ready to break the contact just yet.
As we lie there, calm, content, and satisfied, the tension softens into something more comfortable, like a warm blanket on a cold day.
I stare at the ceiling, feeling the weight of everything that just shifted.
It hasn’t broken, and it no longer feels fragile.
There’s something else, something stronger.
Rook’s arm rests heavily across my waist. Boone is close enough that I can feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Cruz is quieter now, still for once, not making jokes; there’s no edge. He’s calm and content.
I turn my head slightly, looking at them. I no longer worry if this will work. Somehow, I know with absolute certainty that it will. We’ve passed the point of no return, but I’m not even looking back. I’m always certain about my decisions, and I’ve never been more certain of anything than this.