Chapter 36 #3
Am I being dramatic? Yes. But let's switch positions, and then you can tell me if you’d feel any different!
He laughs at me. Fucking laughs! But I’ll be getting the last laugh, because with the next roll of my hips, I’m falling over the edge, soaring through the fucking sky right up to heaven.
I sob around his cock, my pussy pulsing around nothing as I cum hard on his shoe. My body shakes, and I feel lightheaded from the lack of air.
“God, you look so fucking gorgeous when you come apart for me,” Jasper snarls, and then he’s cumming, too.
His body goes stiff as his cock throbs against my tongue, spilling his load down my throat. “Do not swallow,” he growls.
I try not to, but there’s just so much I start to choke.
Wesley grabs me by the hair, pulling me off Jasper’s cock.
Chest heaving, I struggle to breathe as I do my best to hold Jasper’s release in my mouth. I breathe heavily through my nose, nostrils flaring as I stare up at them with tear-filled eyes, snot dripping down my nose.
I’m a mess, but they look at me like I’m their goddess.
“Open,” Jasper commands, and I do. I open my mouth, showing him the puddle of cum pooling on my tongue. “Such a good fucking girl,” he growls, lifting his mask up just enough to show his mouth.
He leans over me and spits into my mouth, his saliva and cum mixing together.
“Now swallow."
This is so degrading, yet a shiver of pleasure rushes through me as I close my mouth. My eyes are locked on his behind the mask, and I swallow every drop like the good little whore I am.
He lets out this animalistic sound that has the ache in my core growing again.
“I think she wants more cum, boys,” Jasper taunts. “Don’t you, slut?”
I whimper with need, licking my lips as I nod my head.
Opening my mouth, I tilt my head back, silently begging for more.
Jasper doesn’t move, keeping his foot right between my thighs. He moves it in these small, subtle rocking motions, but it has me whimpering at how overstimulated my clit feels.
My attention bounces back and forth between Sylas and Wesley, watching how their arms flex with every stroke of their hands as they work their cocks. The grunts and growls that leave them just adds fuel to the fire growing inside me.
“Fuck. Gonna cum. Open wide, Lola Girl. Take my fucking cum,” Sylas groans, shuddering as his release slams into him.
Hot cum splashes all over my face, hitting my tongue, cheek, and forehead.
“Perfect little cum slut,” Wesley grunts. “You were made for us. Handcrafted by the fucking gods.” He’s next to find his release, ropes of his cum shooting out and painting my face alongside Sylas’.
Some of it manages to make its way into my mouth, and I swallow it all like it’s my favorite treat, then lick my lips and around my nose, hungry for every drop of cum I can consume.
Sylas and Wesley stand there, chest heaving, spent cocks semi-hard.
“You make such a mess,” Jasper tsks. “I think it’s only fair that you clean up after yourself.”
I’d love to, just untie me, and I’ll clean the cum off my face.
But no, that's not what he’s talking about.
Taking a step back, he removes his foot from between my legs. My attention drops to his shoes, and I bite my lip at the sight of my juices glistening under the moonlight.
Not going to lie, I’m pretty proud of it.
“Go on,” Jasper says. “Clean it.”
“How?” My brows pull together. “I don’t have my hands free,” I tell him.
He lets out a cruel chuckle, making my nipples harden. “You have a mouth and a tongue. Now get to work.”
He wants me to lick my cum from his shoe.
Of course he does. Why am I not surprised? He made me lick cum from the ground before.
“A little help?” I ask, knowing I’ll face plant if I lean over too far.
“With pleasure, Little Rabbit,” Wesley purrs, grabbing my hair and shoving my head forward.
I gasp, afraid I’m going to fall, but I don’t.
Wesley lets my face hover just over Jasper’s shoe.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Jasper asks, and I flick my eyes up to glare at him. “Do as you’re told.”
Knowing there's no point in fighting this, because why would I? I’m living for this right now.
I flick my tongue out and lick all over his shiny, expensive shoe, shuddering at the taste of my cum against the leather.
“That’s it, keep going. That's a good little pet,” Jasper croons, and fuck me, I preen.
I’m so glad it’s only them seeing me like this. Callie would never let me live this down.
I lap at his shoe, doing my best to get every drop I can before looking up at him.
“All done?” he asks, and I nod my head. “Good, then it appears we’re done here.”
I wait for them to help me up, but they don’t.
Wesley releases me, the force causing me to roll to my side onto the ground.
“What the fuck!” I shout, gaping as the three of them walk away.
“Thanks for the good time, Little Rabbit. Be a good girl while we’re gone. We have work to do. Be naked and waiting in my bed when you get back to our place, will you?”
“You can’t leave me here like this!” I growl, struggling to roll back over and get to my knees. “I’m gonna stab you all in your sleep, I hope you know that!” I shout.
“I’d love to see you try,” Jasper replies.
“Make sure I’m awake for it,” Sylas says.
I can not believe these three!
I thought now that I was their girlfriend, they would be, I don’t know, nicer to me?
At least they didn’t leave me naked.
I manage to get to my feet and try to wiggle my arms free, but it's no use. These knots are tied tight.
What the fuck do I do now? Just walk into the party, tied up with their fucking cum on my face.
God, this is bad.
I could walk home, it’s not too far, but I don’t want to risk my mom seeing me like this.
Annoyed and frustrated, I walk over to the fountain. “At least I can clean up a bit," I mutter. Getting to my knees, I cringe as I lean over the side and shove my face into the water.
It’s cold, but thankfully, it seems clean… ish.
“Nola?” I hear Callie’s voice. “Nola, are you in here?” For a second, I think I’m hearing things, but then I hear Garrett’s chuckle.
“Found her.”
My head snaps up out of the water as Callie and Garrett stare at me. Callie gapes at me in surprise while Garrett looks real fucking amused.
“You good there?” Garrett asks. “A little thirsty?”
“Shut. Up!” I growl. “And get me out of this.”
“Someone had some fun.” Garrett laughs, pulling his pocket knife free.
“Oh my god. What did they do?” Callie asks. “Are you okay?”
“She’s fine,” Garrett says. “Aren't you, Lola?”
“I hate you.” I glare up at him.
“No, you don’t.” He grins back.
“Why was your face in the water?” Callie asks as Garrett frees me.
I rub my hands up and down my arms, the burn from the ropes still lingering.
“Do you really wanna know?” I ask her, raising a brow.
“You know what?” She raises her hands. “I really don’t.”
“Good answer.”
“But are you okay?” Callie asks, her eyes flicking between mine.
“I’m okay." I smile. “A mess and in need of a shower, but okay.”
“Good, because when I saw the guys come back without you, I was worried.”
“You think they would just leave her behind if she were hurt?” Garrett asks.
“No. But… why didn’t you come back with them? Why did they leave you out here tied up like this?”
“Because,” I grumble. “I might have stabbed Sylas in the thigh with my heel, hit Wesley in the head with the other one, and kneed Jasper hard enough in the balls for him to actually bend over in pain.”
“Fucking hell.” Callie bursts out laughing. “You all really are kinky.”
Laughing, I shake my head. “Trust me, babe, you don’t even know the half of it.”
And, I can’t wait to see what fucked up shit they have planned for me next.
Keep it coming, boys, I’ll never get tired of it.