Chapter 18 #2
“Oh, Beautiful,” Maceo rumbles, his fingers tracing the seam of my panties before dipping inside.
When he finds my clit, I gasp, my hips jerking forward.
“So responsive. Our little Witch is leaking for us.” He removes his fingers, lifts his hand, and without a word exchanged, Lucien bends and takes Maceo’s fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean.
My knees weaken at the sight of it; Lucien’s tongue swirling around Maceo’s fingers, his eyes locked onto mine.
“Fuck!” My voice is barely more than a whisper.
“Hmmm. Delicious,” Lucien says as he stands, his lips glistening.
He kisses both Ezra and me in a sloppy, three-way kiss, his tongue tangling with ours, and the taste of myself on his lips makes me feral.
I kiss them both harder, my fingers digging into Ezra’s shoulders, into Lucien’s arm, needing more.
Maceo’s mouth moves lower again, his tongue lapping at my clit through the lace, and I’m a mess of sensation.
Lucien’s hands in my hair, tilting my head back so he can claim my mouth for himself, his kiss slower, deeper, like he’s savoring me.
Ezra’s hands are on my breasts, his thumbs brush over my hard nipples, and I arch into his touch, my body quakes so violently I can barely stand.
Maceo’s fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, pulling them down and off my legs, and then his mouth is on my clit, his face buried in my pussy, sucking, nipping, his tongue works me with obscene slurps.
Lucien swallows my cries with a hum of approval, his free hand slides down to join Ezra’s, his fingers pinch my nipples just hard enough to make me scream in complete bliss.
My hands fly to Maceo’s hair, my fingers tangling in the thick strands, and I hope I don’t scalp the man with my tight grip. I reach back for Ezra’s shoulders, then for Lucien’s arm, anything to keep me grounded as pleasure crashes over me in waves.
Ezra’s mouth finds my ear, his voice rough with want. “You’re so beautiful like this, Keisha. So perfect. Are you assured, my wonder?”
I want to shout yes. Yes, I’m assured. Yes, I’m theirs, but words fail me, my throat too tight, my body too overwhelmed.
Lucien’s fingers trace the line of my spine, his touch feather-light, and when I meet his eyes, there’s something raw in them. Something vulnerable. “Let go, Sweetness,” he murmurs. “We’ve got you.”
It’s all the assurance I need.
I let go.
I cum so hard my vision whites out, my body convulses, my fingers dig into Maceo’s shoulders, my nails leaving half-moon crescents in their wake.
Ezra’s hands are everywhere, my breasts, my hips, my thighs, his touch grounds me even as Lucien’s mouth finds mine again, his kiss tender, reassuring.
Maceo doesn’t stop, his tongue works my clit, his fingers press inside me, hitting that spot that makes my legs shake and my breath hitch.
I gasp their names like a prayer, like a mantra, like the only words that matter.
When I finally come back to myself, Maceo is standing, his lips glistening with my release, his hands on my waist, lifting me bridal-style into his arms. My head tips back, and Ezra’s mouth is on mine again, his kiss softer now, relishing.
Lucien’s fingers trace the line of my jaw, his touch gentle, reverent, like I’m something to be worshipped.
Then Maceo carries me to the bed, laying me down like I’m his greatest treasure.
Laid out naked in the middle of my bed, there’s no need to hide from these men.
My insecurities, the need to shield what I once thought wasn’t good enough, it’s all gone.
The way they look at me, with desire and hunger in their eyes, is all the proof I need.
They are mine, and I am theirs. It doesn’t matter that I’ve only known them for such a short time.
I think I knew them from the moment they rescued me from the side of the road.
Maceo is out of his clothes so fast it’s almost comical.
His body is pure muscle, golden-brown skin glowing in the dim light, warm and smooth, breathtaking.
He’s absolutely unbelievable, and so is his cock, thick and heavy, already glistening precum at the tip.
He moves to the bottom of the bed and crawls toward me, his eyes never leaving mine.
Ezra follows, tossing his clothes unceremoniously to the floor, removing his glasses last and placing them on the nightstand before he climbs onto the bed beside me.
His hands skim over my skin, his touch is like fire, before he leans in to kiss me softly.
Lucien steps back for just a second, his eyes taking us all in as he undresses, his movements slow, deliberate.
Then he joins us, his body warm against my other side, his fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back so he can claim my mouth.
His kiss is deep, hungry, his tongue strokes mine like he’s starving for me.
Maceo’s hands find my thighs, spreading them wide, a condom already between his teeth.
Everything is happening so fast, but I don’t care.
My brain is offline, my body hums with need, with want.
“Mine,” he growls, his eyes locking onto mine for only a moment before I open my legs wider in invitation.
There’s no hesitation left in me, if there ever was any doubt, it flew away a long time ago.
Maceo scoops my thighs up in the crook of his arms, and then he fills me in one slow, deep thrust. I gasp, my back arches, my fingers dig into Ezra’s chest, into Lucien’s arm.
Maceo leans over me, his mouth finds mine, his kiss deep and hungry, and then he moves, his hips roll into me in a rhythm that has me seeing stars.
“Oh. . .Oh, shit,” I gasp. My lips part, my breath hitches as he works me over, my toes curl as his cock hits that sweet spot inside me.
Ezra’s mouth wraps around my nipple, sucking hard, his tongue teases each one, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
Lucien’s mouth finds my ear, his voice rough with want. “Oh, Sweetness. . .we’ve only just begun.”
Then Ezra slides his hand between Maceo and me, his fingers find my clit, circling fast, matching Maceo’s tempo.
The dual sensations, Maceo’s cock stretching me, Ezra’s fingers working my clit, are almost too much.
“I’m. . .I’m going to cum,” I cry out. My legs shake and my nails drag down Maceo’s back, leaving my marks behind.
Lucien’s mouth is on mine, his kiss soothing, reassuring, as he presses further into me, giving me his warmth.
I gasp into his mouth as his hand pushes between Maceo and me, his fingers joining Ezra’s.
Instead of brushing my clit, they both slide two fingers inside my pussy alongside Maceo’s cock, stretching me wide.
The fullness is overwhelming, almost too much, but I don’t want it to stop.
“Look at you, Beautiful,” Maceo croons over me, his voice rough. “Taking us all inside of you.”
I’ve never felt so full. So wanted. So seen.
Maceo’s hips roll against mine, his rhythm steady, relentless, and Ezra’s and Lucien’s fingers work me in time with his thrusts.
Lucien’s mouth is on my neck, his teeth graze my skin, sending spikes of pleasure through my body.
My hands are everywhere, Ezra’s hair, Lucien’s face, Maceo’s shoulders, my body trembles, my breath comes in short, sharp gasps.
Then I cum again, my body convulses, my back arches off the bed as ecstasy crashes over me in waves. Maceo follows me over the edge, slamming into me once, twice, his body crushing mine as he cums.
The world narrows to the stretch of Maceo’s cock pulsing deep inside me, his groan vibrates against my collarbone.
His weight presses me into the mattress, his breath hot against my skin, and for a heartbeat, everything is still.
Then he kisses me, slow, deep, and I melt beneath him, my fingers tangling in his hair.
Ezra’s hands are still on me, his touch gentle now, tracing lazy circles over my ribs, my hips. Lucien’s fingers are in my hair, his thumb brushes my cheekbone, his eyes dark with something that makes my chest tighten.
Maceo pulls back just enough to meet my gaze, “You’re mine, Beautiful,” he growls, his voice rough with possession. “Ours.”
Before I can respond, Maceo slips free with a groan, the sudden emptiness pulls a soft whimper from me.
Lucien’s hands slide around my waist, guiding me up and away from the mattress with impossible ease before settling me astride his lap.
My breath hitches at the change of position, and I instinctively rock my hips against his hard length nestled beneath me.
“My turn, Sweetness,” he murmurs, winking at Ezra from over my shoulder.
I barely have time to process before he flips me like a rag doll onto my stomach, his hands grip my hips, pulling me up onto my knees.
Ezra slides over beside me, his mouth finds mine, his kiss distracts me just enough that I don’t see Lucien move until his hands are on my thighs, fingers dancing over my skin until they rest on my ass.
“Gorgeous,” he says in awe before he parts my cheeks wide, his breath hot against my hole.
“Lucien—” I gasp, but the words die in my throat as his tongue circles my hole, slow and deliberate. My fingers reach out for Maceo’s, holding on to him for dear life, my back arches, pleasure coils tight in my belly as Lucien rims me.
“Fucking perfect,” Lucien says. He tongues my hole, darts inside giving it one last lick before his hands are on my hips, gripping me tight.
I hear the sound of the condom wrapper, follow by the thick head of his cock pressing against my eager pussy.
I whimper and curse, my body already aches for more.
“Hold on, Sweetness,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need.