Chapter 14 #3
“Her pussy is clamping down on my cock like a fucking vice,” Nox gasped as his control finally snapped.
He made a noise against my shoulder that was half groan, half triumph.
His hands clamped down on my hips hard enough to bruise.
With a guttural roar, he drove into me one last time, burying himself all the way to the hilt as his cock erupted against my cervix.
“Now,” Bishop commanded roughly. “Come for us, mate. Come now.”
I came really fucking hard. My vision went white, and for a long, blissful moment, there was nothing but the exquisite, overwhelming pleasure of coming unraveled into a billion fraying threads.
With a hoarse cry, Bishop drove into my throat one last time, his hot seed surging. I swallowed as best as I could, working my throat around his cock until he eventually pulled out. Nox’s knot deflated and he pulled out, leaving me feeling decidedly empty.
Before I could catch my breath though, Eamon’s strong hands gripped my hips and pushed me down onto my stomach. A soft whimper escaped me at the sudden movement, at the feeling of the cool sheets against my overheated skin.
He landed a quick, stinging slap on my ass, and I yelped, a bit shocked.
“What was that for?” I cried.
“For being so fucking beautiful,” he growled, landing another slap, this one on the other cheek. “And for driving us all insane.”
Then he spanked me again. The sound echoed in the small cabin, and I couldn’t help it as I buried my face in the blankets and pushed my hips up, somehow still wanting more.
He obliged, spanking me again and again, until my skin was hot and sensitive and I was writhing and whimpering and pleading for him to stop.
His hands gripped my burning cheeks, spreading them wide, exposing my most private place to his gaze. Immediately, I felt a wave of shame and arousal, and it made me dizzy.
“You’re going to take me here,” he announced, “and it’s going to leave you very sore, little mate.”
I braced myself, my fingers digging into the mattress, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt him lean over me, the warmth of his breath a ghost against my skin.
Then I felt a wet heat I couldn’t quite place at first, but then I flinched, a choked sound caught in my throat as I realized what he’d done.
He’d spit on my asshole.
The realization sent a dark, sinful thrill through me. It was both humiliating and exhilarating at the same time.
I felt the head of his cock press against my tight rear entrance, and I tensed, a flicker of apprehension cutting through the haze of desire. He was bigger than Nox, thicker, and I knew this was going to hurt.
“Relax, sweet girl,” he encouraged, one of his hands rubbing my lower back in a soothing circle. “Just breathe. Let me in.”
I did my best to obey, trying my best to relax my muscles and accept the intrusion.
He pushed into me slowly, the thick tip of his cock stretching me open in a way I would never be ready for.
I cried out, the intense, burning pain giving way to a deep, stretching pleasure that was almost too much to bear.
He was patient, giving me time to adjust to his size, to the feeling of being so completely filled, but it was clear to me that I was going to take every inch of his cock inside my reluctant little hole whether I liked it or not.
When he was finally fully seated, he paused, giving me a moment to get used to the feeling.
“Where is my cock, little mate?” he growled.
“In my ass,” I finally managed to gasp. “It’s in my ass.”
“Good girl,” he praised, and the words sent a scorching surge of heat through me.
Then he began to move.
The feeling was incredibly intense. The burning stretch of it was a constant, delicious ache that built deep in my core. It hurt and it felt good all at once.
“Look at you, taking my cock in your tight little ass,” he grunted. “You’re so fucking tight. So fucking perfect.”
I moaned, my hips bucking against him. My release was so close I could almost taste it.
“That’s it, mate,” he growled as his fingers tightened on my hips. “Take what you need. Show me how much you need your sweet little ass fucked.”
He started thrusting into me ferociously. The friction of his cock moving inside my forbidden hole, the burn of the stretch, the possessive grip of his hands, it was all too much and not nearly enough.
And then I felt a rough, insistent pressure against my clit.
It was the bedding.
With each of Eamon’s powerful thrusts, my body was rocked forward, rubbing my swollen, sensitive clit against the fabric of the sheets. The friction was maddening, a sweet, tormenting tease that sent jolts of electricity straight through me.
The combined sensations were too much. The thick, hard length of Eamon’s cock stretching my ass, the friction of the sheets against my clit, the sounds of our bodies meeting, and the ragged, desperate sound of our breathing all drove me to the breaking point.
My hips bucked wildly, my body chasing a release that was just out of reach. The more I moved, the more I teetered on the edge, my entire being focused on that single, glorious crescendo.
“You going to come, little mate?” Eamon purred. “Going to come with my cock buried deep in your ass?”
My desperate whimpers echoed throughout the room.
“Come for me then. Come for me while you’re getting fucked in the ass, mate,” he commanded.
The order, the authority, the undeniable dominance in his tone, it was the final push I needed. The coil in my belly snapped, and I shattered.
White-hot pleasure burned through me as my asshole clenched so tightly around Eamon’s cock that it made me cry out as pain and pleasure twisted into one intoxicating sensation that made my head spin.
Nox’s voice was a lazy, wicked drawl coming from behind us. He was watching me get fucked in my ass. “Look at that. Her tight little asshole is swallowing him whole. Like it was made for him.”
A flush of shameful heat washed over me.
“And her cheeks… they’re so red now. It’s a good look on her, don’t you think? Makes me want to take her over my knee and spank her every morning before I fuck that tight little hole too,” Bishop mused.
“I think everyone on this boat heard it. I’m surprised Griff and Elias haven’t come down here to see what all the screaming was about. Maybe they liked listening to their naughty little mate get the spanking she deserved,” Nox taunted.
I shivered with arousal, but the idea of Griff and Elias hearing me being spanked like a bad little girl, of hearing me being used, of them knowing I was being taken so thoroughly… it was humiliating, but it was the hottest thing too.
“She is so beautiful like this, with my cock sinking deep in her bright red ass,” Eamon rasped out from behind me, his hips stuttering as he watched my red bottom bounce with each thrust.
He slammed into me one more time, forcing every last inch of his cock inside me before he found his own release.
He groaned as he filled my ass with a delicious amount of hot cum, a deep possessive rumble vibrating through his entire body.
He pumped into me until he was completely spent and every thrust sent a punishing ache hurtling through me.
My pussy was sore.
My asshole was even sorer, and with each thrust, I felt the pinch.
“Are you sore, little mate?” Eamon asked.
“Yes,” I whimpered.
“Good. We just wanted to remind you who’s alpha.” He continued, “But don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you now.”
Eamon pulled out of me with a slow, careful gentleness. I felt a jarring emptiness and a trickle of moisture following in his wake. A soft, involuntary mewl escaped my lips at the loss.
Before I could collapse onto the bed, before I could even process the pulsing, aching pleasure that still thrummed through me, hands were on me again.
But this was different.
There was no urgency in their touch now, no demand for more of my body. There was only reverence.
Bishop was the one to pull me into his arms first, gathering me up against his chest with a tenderness that made my breath catch.
He sat back against the headboard, settling me into his lap, my head tucked under his chin.
His arms wrapped around me, a solid, steady presence that grounded me, anchoring me in the aftermath of the storm.
One of his hands came up to stroke my hair, his fingers combing through the strands with a slow, soothing rhythm.
“Shhh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my forehead. “It’s alright. We’ve got you.”
Nox shifted, settling in beside us, his long limbs tangling with ours. He pulled a blanket over all of us and pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder, a lingering, gentle touch that was so unlike the wicked, predatory way he’d taken me just moments before.
“You were magnificent, mate,” he whispered. “Absolutely perfect.”
Eamon moved to my other side and took my hand in his, lacing our fingers together, his thumb stroking over my knuckles in a hypnotic rhythm. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. The warmth of his touch, the reassuring pressure of his grip, said more than words ever could.
I was sore, satisfied, and surrounded.
It was perfect.