4. Peyton #2
Viktor stripped off the last of his clothes and rejoined us on the bed.
“We’re going to fuck you one at a time, Peyton.
You are going to feel each of us in that tight pussy of yours.
But first, you must come on Leo’s face. You should see his cock.
Every time you make that sound, that little mewling growl, he grows bigger. ”
I whimpered and sucked Misha’s cock harder. Leo growled between my legs and added a third finger. His thrusts deepened, and I came apart with a muffled cry, my mouth full of dick.
“My turn.” Viktor lifted me off both men. He stood with me in his arms and turned. “Take my cock, Peyton. You are going to take all of it.”
I nodded. “Yes.”
His hips bucked, and he filled me in one swift thrust that caused stars to burst behind my eyes.
“Hold on to my shoulders.” He pressed my back against the wall and pistoned his hips. “Let me fuck you the way I have dreamed since you sent that first message.”
Viktor was not slow and easy. He was fury and control all wrapped up in a sleek package. His cock stretched me to the point of pain, and I fucking loved it.
“Fuck me, Viktor.” I’d never said anything like that out loud before, and the words shocked and thrilled me into continuing.
“You feel so good. I’ve never… Oh, fuck.
I’ve never felt this good before.” The orgasm Leo gave me hadn’t had a chance to abate, and Viktor’s quick thrusts pushed me straight into another one.
I cried out, my body convulsing and my nails digging into his shoulders. He’d probably have marks tomorrow.
“I like that sound. It will be in my dreams from now on.” Viktor retreated to the head of his cock, then buried himself balls deep.
His cock swelled and pulsed, his shoulders trembling beneath my hands.
We stood there, panting together, for several seconds before he released his hold on me and lowered my feet to the floor.
Misha and Leo bracketed us on either side, both men guiding me back to the bed.
I didn’t know how I was supposed to do this again, much less two more times. My body had gone as limp as wet noodles, my legs refusing to hold me up.
Misha nudged me onto my back in the center of the bed and settled between my legs. His dark eyes and scruffy beard gave him an almost angry appearance, but the way he touched me, the gentleness in every caress, soon had my body throbbing for him.
He slid into me slowly, making good use of his long cock. He set a balanced pace of long withdrawals and deep thrusts that lifted the hairs on the back of my head. “You’re so beautiful.” Body braced above me, he ran his knuckles down my cheek. “I would stay here forever, but Leo is waiting.”
“Take your time.” I arched into him, meeting every thrust of his hips. He knew how to use his length, and even without it, he took great care to watch my face. He noted when I liked something, then did it again as though to confirm.
I’d never felt more seen or understood than in this room.
And it was all going to end.
As though sensing the change in me, Misha quickened his pace, driving my mind back to the moment and sending me into a shattering release that left me quaking. He came seconds later, his body tensing. He groaned and brushed his thumb over my cheek. “Beautiful.”
Leo moved in once Misha shifted off the bed. He held out a hand. “Have you ever fucked in a shower?”
“No.” I shook my head and stayed in bed. “I don’t think I can move, much less stand up in a shower.”
“You don’t have to.” He pulled me into his arms and carried me into a massive bathroom, going straight into the shower and lowering me onto a bench seat.
Smiling at me over his shoulder, he turned on the water, heat and steam filling the bathroom as he swiveled to face me. “Open your legs for me, Peyton.”
Unlike with Viktor, this was a request, but I still obeyed, widening my legs while he braced his feet on either side of the shower and lined up his cock with my entrance. We both watched him enter me. Seeing and feeling him push deep tightened my lungs until I could barely breathe.
How was this possible? How could I feel so much?
Like Misha, Leo took his time. His thrusts remained smooth and steady, a full retreat that popped the head of his cock out of my pussy then slowly pushed back in.
I couldn’t look away. Even as the pleasure built to a whole new level, I could not stop staring at the sight of us. “Come on my stomach, like you said you wanted to.” I gripped his hips and pulled him deep, a shudder raking my nerves to ribbons.
“You have to come first.” He smoothed my hair from my face, the strands curling in the dampness. “Come on my cock like you did my face, then I will paint your body with my release.”
Hearing him talk as he pumped into me pushed me over the edge. I cried out and shivered, my body somehow finding yet another orgasm.
Leo withdrew and gripped the base of his cock, leaning over me.
He pumped his shaft once, his eyes locked on mine.
“You belong to us now.” His ejaculate hit my stomach in a series of spurts, and without breaking eye contact, he lowered his hand from his cock to my stomach and smeared the sticky cum over my body.
Viktor and Mikhail joined us in the shower.
It should have felt cramped, but we had plenty of room to move around.
I’d love to explore the room, to ooh and ahh over the fixtures and the sheer elegance, but my mind caught up with me the instant I stepped out of the shower with a fluffy towel around my body.
They’d washed me, taking care of me in a way I never expected. It was tender and sweet and it broke free feelings I had no business allowing free rein.
I hurried out of the bathroom, drying off as I went, and stepped into my dress.
The men who had intimidated me had just seriously broken me with their tenderness and care.
And I didn’t know what to do with that. Was this a one and done?
Would they sweep it all under the rug since I worked for them?
Did they still want me? I opened my mouth, but the bravado I’d mustered up while we had sex evaporated.
All three of them walked out of the bathroom naked and made their way to the table.
“Thank you for tonight. It was more than I imagined possible.” I yanked the zipper on my dress, almost tearing it in my haste to cover myself. “I hope you have a wonderful rest of your night.”
I had no idea what time it was, but it didn’t matter. I shoved my feet into my shoes and turned toward the door.
“Peyton.” Leo called after me, but I didn’t even turn around.