Chapter 14 #2
“You’re so responsive, my mate,” he hummed against my lips. “One little touch and you’re already soaking wet for us, aren’t you?”
I could only whimper, my body rocking towards him, seeking more of that delicious friction.
His grip on my hip tightened. “You want me to touch you again?”
My answer was a long mmmmm.
“Ask for it,” he commanded. “Tell us what you need.”
I swallowed hard, my gaze flicking from Bishop’s dark eyes to Eamon’s heated stare, then to Nox’s wicked grin. My cheeks flushed with a mixture of arousal and a deep, burning embarrassment.
“I want…” I began, my voice a shaky whisper.
“Louder,” Bishop commanded, his fingers digging into my hip.
I took a shaky breath. “I need you to touch me.”
A satisfied smile spread across Bishop’s face. “Good girl. Now turn around and grind that pretty ass against my cock.”
I did as he instructed and as soon as I was settled, his hand slid from my hip to my thigh, then pushed between my legs.
His fingers found my slick heat with unerring accuracy, the rough pad of one finger circling over my panties with a pressure that made my toes curl.
Without delay, Nox’s fingers wound around my underwear and yanked them down, baring me from the waist down.
Bishop’s hand immediately returned between my thighs, circling over top of my clit and driving me crazy with need.
I arched against him, my head falling against his shoulder as intense fiery pleasure shot through me.
“Look at that,” Eamon observed. He moved closer, kneeling beside us, his gaze fixed on where Bishop’s hand was buried between my legs. “She’s so swollen, so ready for us.”
Nox shifted beside me, his hand tracing the curve of my hip, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re soaking wet, sweet mate. Dripping for us. And we haven’t even started teasing you yet.”
Bishop’s fingers continued their torturous circling. My hips bucked, and I moaned, helplessly pleading for more.
“You’re going to come for us, little one,” Bishop urged, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Right here. Right now.”
He increased the pressure on my clit, his movements becoming faster, more insistent.
Eamon’s gaze was locked on my face, a mixture of clinical fascination and dark primal hunger.
“That’s it. Let go. We want to see you fall apart for us.
” He slid his hands under my shirt, finding my breasts.
His fingers plucked at my already pebbled nipples, sending fresh waves of pleasure straight to my core.
The dual sensations were almost too much for me.
A third pair of hands—Nox, kneeling in front of me—gripped my thighs, spreading my legs wide and holding me in place, making me feel both pinned and cherished all at once.
“I can smell how close you are.” Nox’s voice was a low, predatory purr. “I can feel you trembling. Come on, Tam. Give it to us. Give us everything.”
And I did.
My climax hit me like a sudden storm, glorious and devastating and altogether far more intense than I was prepared for.
Overwhelming ecstasy pumped through me from head to toe, my core fluttering with pleasure, and I couldn’t help but moan out loud.
My legs trembled. My fingers burrowed into the blankets beneath me.
When my release finally subsided, I collapsed against Bishop, panting and breathless. My skin was slick with sweat, my muscles loose and pliant, my mind a blissful fog of pleasure.
“Good girl,” Bishop praised, his voice humming with satisfaction.
Before I could catch my breath, I was being moved again.
Strong hands—I wasn’t even sure whose anymore—lifted me, and I was deposited on my hands and knees on the bed.
A hard, lean body settled behind me.
I hazily realized it was Nox.
He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back, his lips brushing my ear. “You look so good like this, mate,” he growled. “On your knees. Waiting for my cock in that tight little pussy.”
A fresh jolt of desire shot through me, and I pushed back against him, a silent, desperate plea. “Please…”
He chuckled, the sound of it sinfully dark. “Patience, sweet mate. You’ll get what’s coming to you.”
And then he was inside me.
He drove into me with a single, brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I cried out, the sudden, sharp stretch a heady mix of pleasure and pain that sent stars exploding behind my eyes.
Fuck.
He was big.
He didn’t give me a chance to adjust to him. He just set a punishing rhythm, each thrust a measure of agony and ecstasy. His hands grasped my hips, pulling me back to meet each powerful surge.
“You feel that?” he snarled, the sound ragged with effort. “That’s you taking all of me. Fucking perfect.”
I could only moan in response, my fingers clutching at the blankets beneath me.
Then Bishop moved.
He knelt in front of me, his magnificent cock in his hand. He grabbed my hair, forcing my head up. “Open up, little one,” he commanded.
My lips parted, and he guided the head of his cock to my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head, licking away a bead of pre-cum that had formed there, the salty, musky taste blossoming across my tongue.
“Take it,” he ordered, his grip tightening in my hair. “Take me down that pretty throat.”
I relaxed as much as I was able to, letting him slide deeper until he hit the back of my throat. He didn’t stop there though. He just held me still and pushed in deeper. The sense of brutal dominance made my pussy clench around Nox’s cock.
Then Eamon moved. He knelt beside me, his hands exploring my body with a methodical precision that was just as maddeningly arousing as the others’ brutality.
He pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core.
One of his hands slid down my belly, his fingers finding my clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves already swollen and begging for attention.
“You’re so fucking responsive, sweet girl,” he murmured, his fingers circling my clit with a light pressure that had me squirming even as Nox’s cock sank inside me over and over again. “You love this, don’t you? Being used like the perfect little fuck toy you are.”
A choked sob escaped my throat.
I did love it.
I loved it more than I’d ever admit out loud.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Bishop snarled, his hips beginning to move, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, fucking my throat in a relentless rhythm. “One cock isn’t enough for you. You need all of us. At the same time.”
I moaned around Bishop’s cock in my mouth, the vibration making him curse under his breath.
Nox’s thrusts became harder, faster, his grip on my hips tightening.
“That’s it, mate,” he growled. “Take me. Take all of me in your sweet pussy. Show me how much you need this.”
He drove into me with a ferocity that was almost feral. He was hitting a spot deep inside me that made my every nerve ignite, a spot that made me see fireworks with every thrust.
“Please,” I begged, my voice a ragged, muffled plea around Bishop’s cock. “Please…”
“What do you want, little mate?” Nox demanded. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come,” I gasped as much as I was able. “Please, let me come.”
“Oh, you’ll come,” Bishop promised, his hips bucking, his cock sliding deeper into my throat. “When we say you can. Not a moment before.”
Eamon’s fingers on my clit became more insistent, sending my head spinning.
“You’re so close, aren’t you, sweet girl?
” he mused, his voice a soothing rumble that was at odds with the maddening pleasure he was inflicting.
“You want to come so badly, don’t you? You need it like you need air to breathe, don’t you? ”
His words were a form of torture and praise and command all at once, and it made me ache with a desperation that was both humiliating and electrifying.
The pressure inside me built to an almost unbearable level. I was a violin string stretched nearly to the breaking point, and they were the musicians, playing me with masterful, cruel skill.
“Please,” I begged, the words still muffled around Bishop’s cock. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just let me come.”
“Anything?” Nox snarled, and I felt his dick twitch inside me. He liked that. He liked my desperation, my submission. He pulled back, until only the head of his cock remained inside me. “Show us how much you need it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Take what you want. Prove you deserve it.”
A fresh wave of heat and shame washed over me. He was making me debase myself for my own pleasure. And he knew I would. He knew I was too far gone to refuse.
I did as he commanded.
I rocked back and forth, taking him deep, grinding my ass against him, my movements growing more frantic, more desperate with every passing second. I was a creature of pure, unadulterated need, and I was too lost to care.
“Good girl,” Bishop praised, his grip in my hair loosening just enough to allow me to move more freely. “Take what you need. Show us what a greedy little slut you are for our cocks.”
That word. Slut. It should have felt like an insult. Instead, it sent a sizzling jolt of desire straight to my core. I moaned around him, my movements becoming increasingly desperate.
Eamon gave my clit a cruel pinch, and I cried out, the sound swallowed by Bishop’s cock. “She’s so close.”
Bishop’s fist tightened in my hair, forcing my attention back to him. “Don’t stop,” he ordered, his voice rough.
I could barely breathe.
Eamon’s fingers on my clit became merciless. No more teasing, no more calculated cruelty, just relentless, focused pressure that made my entire body shake. “There she is,” he murmured, watching my face fall apart. “Let him in, sweet girl. Your body already knows what to do.”
He was right. My body had gone treacherous and willing, opening around Nox’s rapidly expanding knot despite everything, and when I was fully locked to him the sound that came out of me was not dignified in the slightest.