26. Dax #2
His hand snaked under my shirt, and he managed to pop the button on my pants, allowing his hand to slide under them.
Cognac knew my feelings on foreplay well, so when he went right for gold, I had to bite my lip to stifle the moan when two fingers speared me.
Not one to back down from a challenge, I tried to pull the same move, but he had a belt on, blocking me from just getting past the button.
It would make too much noise to remove the belt, so I went for plan B.
Tugging down his zipper, I groped around until I got a handful of cock.
Not bothering to get past the boxers he wore, I started to rub him with a little less pressure. Didn’t want to rub the damn thing raw, then I needed him to fuck me senseless when we got the chance.
A tongue flicked the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “Don’t forget you owe me from last time, shortcake,” Wes whispered in my ear. “I was a team player and didn't grumble when you were too worn out to handle all of us at once, but this time, I’m going to get my time with you.”
Fuck, these men were going to be the death of me before I could get them to fill me with their cocks I so desperately wanted.
We pulled up to the apartment building, and Cognac scooped me up in his arms, not bothering to wait for anyone else.
Wes and Cam darted into the elevator right behind us as Cognac set me on my feet only to yank open his belt and free his cock.
Spinning me so I was plaster against the wall of the elevator, he jerked down my pants so my ass was revealed and slammed into me.
“Oh, fuck yes.” I groaned.
Because of our height difference, the only thing keeping me where he needed me was the pressure of his upper body, hands on my hips, and cock in my pussy.
He thrust into me deep and slow, making every stroke count to its maximum potential.
Wes and Cam stood in a way that helped to block anyone from the security cameras seeing more than they should.
They would clearly know what we were up to, but this was no free porno for them to whack off to.
“You like that, loba? Having me take you here in this elevator because I couldn’t wait another second to feel your pussy clenching around my cock?” Cognac murmured into my ear. “Think you can tease me like that and not suffer the consequences or is this exactly what you wanted?”
“Oh God, yes, this is what I wanted,” I cried as he sped up his movements. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me right into the wall, Cognac.”
My Latin lover did just that, granting every wish I had, wrapping his arm around my waist as he pummeled into me. Just when I thought an orgasm was going to hit me, the doors opened as we reached our floor.
“Tuck your legs up, loba. I’m not going to pull out of you as we leave here so I can bend you over the table and fuck you till you scream so loud the triplets are jealous,” Cognac informed me.
So I did as he asked, and he held me to him securely as we left the elevator and moved into the apartment.
Each step had him sliding in and out of me in such a way it edged me into madness.
Wes got the door open and stepped aside for Cognac to carry me in and do just what he promised.
My nails bit into the wood of the table as he hammered into me with no mercy, his own grunts filling the air around us as I begged for him not to stop.
The orgasm I’d been on the verge of having exploded through my body, making me scream out my pleasure as Cognac fucked me right through it.
“Fuck yes, make me come again,” I begged as he leaned back slightly and spit on my ass so he could sink his finger in, sending me right into another wave of ecstasy.
“Goddamn fucking hell,” I swore as my whole body started to twitch, trying to deal with the endorphins flooding my system.
He thrust in twice more and allowed himself to come as he draped over my back, kissing along my neck. “Loba, you fuck like a goddess, you know that, right? I think the whole building heard you screaming as you came around my cock,” he said with a chuckle as he slowly pulled out of my pussy.
Panting, I took a moment before I stood, unsure if my legs would hold me. When I looked up, I found the others sitting in the living room, eyes full of heat, and Void was already stroking his cock. Oh, tonight was going to be fun.
“Who’s next?” I asked with a grin.
Before anyone could make a move, Wes grabbed my hips and spun me around to face him. “I thought I was clear back in the car, shortcake. This time I’m not waiting for my turn, you’re mine right now, and the others can just sit there and watch as I fuck that perfect pussy of yours.”
“Bring it on, Westie, show me what you got,” I taunted.
Gripping the bottom of my shirt, he ripped it up the front so he could get it off me easier.
Tonight I’d worn a sports bra because I could keep an extra magazine of bullets there for emergencies.
Knowing this, he removed the clip before yanking the fabric up over my head, leaving my chest bare.
Since my pants were already around my ankles, I just needed to get the boots off, and I was buck-ass naked.
While I stripped, so did everyone else, sending clothes flying around the apartment. I was impressed that Eagle was so focused on me that he didn’t care about the mess, or maybe it was because it wasn’t his space.
The feel of leather wrapping around my neck had me pausing. “You ready for me, shortcake?” Wes asked as he urged me forward toward the couch. “I want you on all fours in the middle of the ottoman with that tight ass of yours in the air.”
I did as directed, feeling the tug of the belt as I positioned myself as requested. Wes got settled behind me, applying tension to the belt, causing me to lift my head so my back was arched, and I could see the guys all sitting around us.
“What do you say we put on a little show for your men? Let them see me take you while they have to wait, stroking their rock-hard dicks as I take my fill from you,” Wes continued as the head of his dick slid up and down the entrance of my pussy, getting it slick with my wetness and Cognac’s cum.
When he finally slid into me balls deep, my eyes rolled back in my head.
I was still hyper-sensitive from coming with Cognac that it sent shockwaves through my nerves.
He started out with a steady pace as if he was warming me up, but that wasn’t what I wanted.
I started to push back into him, trying to speed up the tempo.
The belt tightened, and I gasped, knowing it would be the last breath I could take for a bit.
“Not tonight, Dax. I’m the one in control of what’s happening here, and you’re just going to have to take what I give you,” Wes informed me as he used his other hand to slap my ass, leaving behind a warm burn of pain. “Now, be a good girl and be grateful for what you’re given.”
With a grunt, he shoved my head down, so it was on the ottoman as he changed up the angle.
In this position, he got so much deeper and hit that spot deep inside that almost no one could find, but when they did, you lost your fucking mind.
The belt loosened enough for me to breathe but with limited supply, giving me the perfect euphoric feeling as my body protested the lack of oxygen.
Wes ruled my body as he pounded my pussy, giving my ass a slap every so often to keep it pink and the sting to keep me from coming too fast.
When I was getting close, and I knew he was too, he yanked me up, so I sat back on his cock.
He used his hand instead of the belt to choke me as he thrust up, making my pussy clench as my voice came out in garbled tones.
I knew when this orgasm hit me, I was going to pass out, but I didn’t give him the signal to let up on his hold.
Instead, I leaned into the feeling as my vision started to tunnel.
Every nerve ending was heightened with the adrenaline that my body was sending out to tell us something was wrong, but that was far from the truth.
Nothing could be more perfect than the man I’d trusted with my life countless times, held it in his hands.
His hips started to falter, and he hugged me close as he came inside me, sending me into a tailspin of my own.
Wes’s hold on my throat loosed just as I let out a cry as I shattered from the orgasm.
Just as I predicted, the added shock of coming sent me over the edge, and I blacked out with a smile on my face.