Chapter 32 #3
I wanted to scream it at him, but I couldn’t get the air in.
The door burst open and Presley rushed for me, unclipping the collar from my throat. Air filled my lungs and I panted against the table.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Presley snarled at Boston. “She’s turning fucking purple!”
I sucked in big gulps of air, as Sinclair stepped into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him.
“I tried to hold him back,” Sinclair said, presumably to Boston.
“She’s fucking choking and you’re railing her like you’re fucking possessed,” Pres snarled. I’d never heard him like that.
“I wanted it,” I croaked now the air had returned to my lungs. “I want to come.”
A sob escaped me, tears I couldn’t control running down my face.
“I want to come.”
Buckles tinkered and my ankles were released from their constraints, then Boston came around the table and released my hands. Shoving Presley aside, he scooped me into his arms, his hard cock still out, my body slick from the hot oil.
“Are you okay?” Boston asked, holding me against him and stroking my hair.
I nodded against his chest. “It was a lot.” I lifted my head to look at Presley. “But I loved it.”
Pres swore under his breath and went to turn away, but I reached for him.
“I love that you were concerned for me, and went against your brother to protect me.”
His expression softened. “Always. I’ll always protect you.”
I tugged his mouth to mine, reassuring him with my own that I loved him.
I broke away, staring up at Boston. “I want to come. Your way. Hard and rough because you can’t control yourself.”
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Then let’s go.”
He lifted me into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around him, his perfect cock prodding at my entrance. I wanted so badly to impale myself on him, but it was his turn to drive this passion between us.
“You can stand by the wall,” he said to Pres and Sin.
Sin shot Pres a hard look and urged him over to the wall. Boston carried me to the corner of the room, and perched me on the edge of a long padded bench. Behind me, chains were attached to the wall, with cuffs at the end of each.
He reached around to unzip my skirt. “Lift your hips, Firecracker.”
I did as he asked, and he slid my skirt down my legs, tossing it to the floor.
Boston took my hand, stilling at the blood on my palm. “You’re bleeding?”
I stared down at it. “I must have dug my nails into my palms when I was about come from the choking and spanking you were giving me.”
Boston groaned, his cock hardening between us. “Fuck, Firecracker. How the hell are you real?”
He lifted my bleeding palm to his face, eyes locked on mine as his tongue came out to lick the blood from my skin.
Of course the brutal enforcer is into blood play.
And it was so fucking hot.
He drew back, watching as more blood slowly leaked from the wound. Then he moved my hand down between us, wrapping my fingers around his thick cock.
I stroked him, and his eyes closed, head tipping back to the ceiling.
“Fuck me, you’re everything I want.”
Preening at his words, I stroked him hard, smearing the blood from my palm all over his shaft and tip. His cock turned to steel, pulsing in my hand.
He gripped my wrist, tugging my hand from his cock and staring down at the blood stains. “Fuck, I’m not coming in your hand when I can come inside you,” he said, voice dark and desperate. “Lie back.”
I did as he asked, and he reached up to snap the cuffs on my wrists, pulling on the chains so the chains were tight. Both my arms were strung up above me as I lay on the bench, my pussy right at the edge.
“We both need to come, so this is going to be hard and fast, baby.”
I nodded, biting my lip. I loved hearing him call me baby.
He hand snaked up my torso, thick fingers tightening over my throat. Then he thrust into me, sending my body jolting up the table.
“Boston!” I screamed, pleasure instantly rocketing through me.
So far, this session had been the world’s longest foreplay. I’d been edged so badly thanks to Presley’s interruption that I was ready to explode on three hard thrusts.
And that was all it took, three rough thrusts from Boston while his fingers closed over my throat and I was screaming and crying his name, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as an incredible orgasm ripped my insides apart.
Boston exploded with me, his thrusts turning shallower and his cock pulsing as he leaked inside me.
His hand loosened at my throat and he released me, his body falling over mine. He pressed wet open-mouthed kisses to my chest.
“You’re everything, Firecracker.”
He reached up and released the cuffs from my wrists, and I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding him against me.
“That was…” came Presley’s voice from across the room. “Pure fucking insanity. Do you still have her blood on your dick?”
I chuckled against Boston, and we released each other. He offered me his hands, helping me sit up.
“Far out, I’ve never been this hard.” Presley palmed himself through his pants.
Maybe I should do something about that.
“I want more…” I said, letting the words hang in the air.
Sinclair, Pres, and Boston all glanced at each other.
“I want all of you. And I want to get on my knees for you.”
There was a beat of hesitation, then Pres unbuckled his pants faster than anyone had ever undressed. He yanked his shirt off his shoulders, tossing it to the ground.
I arched a brow at Sinclair, challenging him to do the same.
He strolled across the room, stopping in front of me. He didn’t say a word, we simply stared at each other.
With a smile playing at the corner of my mouth, I moved my hands to his waistband, dropping the zip.
He let his pants fall to the floor and his cock spring free, the bars of his Jacob’s ladder stretched across his hard shaft.
He stepped out of them and my fingers reached for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one to reveal his firm pecs and stacked abs.
I slid the fabric from his shoulders and he threw it across the room.
All three of them stood gloriously, mouth-wateringly naked.
Boston reached out, tangling his fingers in my hair as he brushed it back from my face, his fingers gripping my skull in a way that was so possessive it made my blood heat. “Now what do you want, Firecracker?”
His mouth dropped to mine before I could answer, kissing me with force. Sinclair stepped in between my legs, his fingers gliding over my clit and making me tense with pleasure.
I moaned softly against Boston’s mouth.
Presley appeared at my other side where I was still perched on the bench. I could feel his eyes on me as I kissed Boston. We broke apart, and Boston’s grip on my skull didn’t let up, instead he guided my head towards Pres.
Presley captured my mouth with his, hunger burning between us as our tongues tangled.
“I want a taste,” Sinclair muttered.
I went to break the kiss with Pres, but Boston held me there. Sinclair’s mouth landed on my clit and I moaned against Presley. He bit down on my lip, and I squealed into his mouth, while Sinclair’s tongue flicked at my hot bud.
Boston’s fingers slid from my hair, Presley’s hands taking over to hold me against him by the back of my neck. The way these men possessed me made me so damn wet. Boston’s mouth closed over my nipple and my whole body squirmed at the pleasure rising inside me again.
Sinclair sucked my clit into his mouth and I detonated, sparks firing behind my eyes, my muscles going rigid at the sensation.
Sin lapped at me until I was wrung out, and Pre broke the kiss, Boston pulling off my nipple with a wet pop.
“Oh my fucking god, I’ve died and this is heaven.”
Sinclair huffed a laugh as he stood. “With the way you scream, you’re going straight to hell, Princess.”
I swatted at him, letting Pres and Boston help me down from the bench. My legs were like jelly after what my body had been through tonight.
Boston swooped down to collect his shirt from the floor like he was about to get dressed.
“I’m not done,” I declared, frowning.
He stilled, all of their eyes on me.
“I said I wanted to get on my knees for you, and I do.”
I slid to the floor, sitting on my knees and placing my hands in my lap. I glanced up, eyes finding Sinclair. He moved in front of me and I dropped my gaze to the floor.
“I want all three of you.”
There was a pause, then Boston and Presley closed in on either side of Sin.
“Dempsey…” Sinclair said.
I glanced up. “Please may I suck your cock, Sir?”
His jaw ticked at my use of ‘sir’ and he nodded once, gripping the base of his cock and angling it towards my mouth.
I closed my lips around him, running my tongue over every inch of him, bumping over his piercing as I took him deep. He swore when he hit the back of my throat, my eyes lifting to his.
“Fuck, Dempsey, you know what this does to me.”
I nodded, my mouth still full of his shaft, sucking off him with a wet pop. Shifting to my right, I gripped Boston’s cock in my hand. Gaze locked on Boston, I wrapped my lips around the head and fed his shaft into my mouth. His fingers tangled in my hair, that grip on my skull returning.
He groaned. “You look so good on your knees, Firecracker.”
When I moved back to Sinclair, Presley didn’t protest. His gaze was locked on what I was doing to the others, languidly stroking his own cock in his hand at the sight of my mouth working.
My lips suctioned around Sinclair, and this time I was determined to make him come.
Sealing my mouth around him, I took him deep, stroking my tongue over every vein and piercing piece as I came up.
His groans spurred me on as I dipped down again and again, taking him all the way to the back of my throat each time.
Boston watched me, shifting closer without realizing, and I wrapped my hand around his shaft.
Presley moved in at my other side, and I gripped him too, stroking both of them as I sucked Sinclair into my mouth.
My movements were clunky until I found a rhythm, each of them grunting and groaning at the pleasure I was giving them.
Sinclair’s fingers brushed over my hair. “I’m going to come, baby.”
I nodded up at him, giving him permission, and he swore under his breath.
His cock turned to steel in my mouth as I sucked, then hot ropes spurted down my throat. I swallowed him down, my hands keeping a tight rhythm on Boston and Presley.
“Fucking hell, Sass,” Presley said, his tone tortured. “You suck dick like a fucking star.”
Sinclair slid out of me, swiping at my mouth with his thumb in appreciation.
I moved over to Boston, intentionally leaving Presley last to drive him wild. Opening wide, Boston flopped his cock onto my tongue.
His gaze was hard and hooded. “Seeing you on your knees with my cock in your mouth is the prettiest sight I’ve ever fucking seen, Firecracker.”
I took him deep, tongue running over him in a tight seal.
When I hit the back of my throat, his fingers dug into my scalp, keeping me there for a moment before he released me.
The contact made my eyes water as I slid up his shaft.
And when I moved back down again and he did it a second time, a moan escaped me.
“Holy shit,” Pres swore, his cock getting impossibly harder in my hand. “Holy fucking shit, she loves it.”
When I sucked Boston down a third time, he grunted at me in warning. Our eyes met, and this time I held myself against him, his cock nudging my throat and I fought the desire to gag.
He spilled into me, and I took every last drop, coming off him with a wet pop.
“If you didn’t need to take care of Presley right now, I’d string you up and fuck the hell out of you,” Boston warned.
My body lit with heat. I wanted that.
But I wanted Presley first.
Pres moved in front of me, his hand brushing over my hair in a loving touch. “Hey, Dream Girl.”
I smiled up at him, opening my mouth so he could slide his cock inside. The moment my lips closed around him, he tipped his head back and groaned.
Then he stared down at me, stroking my cheek as I took him all the way in.
“I don’t need much, Sass. Seeing you suck off the others has me ready to bust.”
The idea that I’d turned him on that much had me sucking him renewed energy, my tongue sliding over him and circling his tip before taking him back down. I took him a little too deep, hitting my gag reflex. I spluttered over him and the reaction was instant.
He spurted down my throat, unable to hold back at the sounds I was making.
“Jesus fucking christ!” Presley swore, his hot ropes of cum spilling into me.
When he was done and I’d taken it all, he pulled out, dropping to his knees in front of me.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you choke like that.”
I smiled, tugging his face to mine and kissing him hard. “It was so damn hot, I loved it.”
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his lap. “How are you so fucking perfect for us?”