Chapter 21 #3
Viktor grinned, then hooked his fingers in the crotch of my panties and pulled. The fabric strained, then lost the battle with a tearing sound that was shockingly loud in the quiet room. He threw that ruined scrap to Andrei as well, who caught it and brought the wet silk to his face.
I was completely naked before these three huge, fully dressed men, bared to the searing intensity in their eyes.
I forced myself not to think about Andrei watching us. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, focusing on the hands on my body, the heat in the room, anything but the third set of eyes burning holes into my skin.
Mikhail’s fingers dipped between my folds, finding me slick and ready. He circled my clit once, twice, a soft intentional caress that made me arch toward him. A gasp escaped my lips.
“Oh, she likes that,” Viktor noted with a smirk.
“She likes a great many things,” Mikhail countered as he pushed one finger inside me. My hips bucked instinctively, chasing the friction as he brushed a spot deep inside me that made my breath falter for a second.
“Oh, so true.” Andrei’s resonant voice cut through my haze of arousal with his shameful recollection. “But does she like being watched?”
My eyes flew open, landing on him. He was still slouched in the armchair, head propped on his hand, my undoubtedly fragrant panties pressed to his nose.
He was looking directly at us, at my exposed body, at Mikhail’s hand stroking between my legs.
The look on his face was pure, unfiltered challenge and I tried to ignore him, to turn my head, but I was caught in his gaze like a deer staring into a pair of headlights.
“You’re blushing again, princess,” Andrei drawled. “All that righteous indignation, and here you are, soaking wet for my brothers while I watch as Mikhail fingers that tight little pussy of ours. And may I say your pussy smells like heaven?” His smirk was devilish and I was mortified.
Mikhail added a second finger, stretching me, scissoring them inside me while his thumb resumed its maddening work on my clit.
Viktor lowered his head to my breast, taking my taut nipple into his mouth, licking, nibbling, and then sucking hard.
His other hand cupped my other breast, pinching my sensitive nipple tightly between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and twisting and driving me insane.
The combined sensations were all consuming, and a long, choked moan broke from my throat.
I squeezed my eyes shut again, a desperate attempt to block Andrei out, to focus only on the pleasure his brothers were bringing me.
“Tell me, Katya.” Andrei’s voice was like sandpaper over my nerves.
“Do you have a virgin ass? Have you ever had someone fuck your naughty little hole? I’m trying to think.
I doubt Mikhail is much for that, is he?
He’s too… traditional. And Viktor? I bet he loves it, but I bet he hasn’t been there yet, has he? ”
The question hung in the air between all four of us and my body went rigid. Because he knew. He damn well knew he’d been the first one to take my ass.
“Answer him, sweetheart,” Viktor murmured against my breast, his fingers pinching my aching nipple.
My mind scrambled for a lie. I wanted to deny him, to throw the truth back in his face and take away whatever power he thought he had, but I couldn’t.
I turned my head and glared at him, the words a furious whisper. “You know I have.”
A wickedly triumphant smirk spread across Andrei’s face. “Oh, that’s right. I do know that. I remember how tight you were, how you squealed when I stretched you open, how you screamed when you came on my cock so hard you nearly blacked out. You loved every second of it.”
Heat flooded my face, a devastating mixture of anger and a sick, undeniable arousal. I wanted him to shut up. I wanted to disappear.
I wanted to come.
“You did love it, didn’t you? I can see it in your eyes right now. Are you remembering how he filled you up, how you felt him so deep inside your virgin ass? My little brother has a big cock, doesn’t he, kotenok? Did it hurt?” Viktor purred, twisting my nipple.
Mikhail chose that exact moment to crook his fingers inside me, pressing hard against that sensitive spot deep within. I cried out, my hips jerking up, a tremor racking my body that I’m sure every one of them saw.
“There it is.” Andrei’s voice was laced with dark amusement.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block him out, to focus on the pleasure building under Mikhail’s skilled touch and Viktor’s teasing hands.
But I couldn’t. His words were like a brand, searing into my memory, forcing images to flash behind my closed eyelids.
I felt my bottom hole spontaneously squeeze tight at the memory.
Andrei behind me, his body hard against mine, the unrelenting pain, the burning stretch, and the overwhelming fullness.
“You’re thinking about it right now, aren’t you? Thinking about my cock in your ass? While Mikhail’s fingers are in your pussy. Tell me, princess, are you wondering what it would feel like to have both holes full at the same time? To be so full you can’t breathe?”
My breath stopped, my body clenching around Mikhail’s fingers as if in answer to Andrei’s filthy question.
“She’s clenching for me,” Mikhail noted, his calm observation making the entire situation feel even more depraved. “I think she likes the idea.”
“Of course she does,” Viktor said, leaning over to nip at my earlobe. “Our girl is full of surprises. And soon, she’ll be full of us.”
Mikhail’s thumb pressed harder on my clit, rubbing in tight, ruthless circles.
As his fingers pumped into me, hitting that spot over and over, pushing me closer to the edge of orgasm, he leaned down and took my lips in a searing kiss.
I sucked in a breath as I opened my mouth to him, trying to keep myself from coming so quickly, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
Viktor’s lips found the side of my neck as he took both my breasts in his hands, his fingers torturing my tender nipples.
Eyes nearly rolling back in my head, I moaned around Mikhail’s tongue.
I tried to hold on, to hold out, but it was useless.
A sobbing gasp ripped from my throat. My head fell back against the sofa cushions as my orgasm washed over me, a blinding, shuddering surge of ecstasy that left me breathless and shaking.
I was dimly aware of my hips grinding against Mikhail’s hand as I rode out the intense pleasure until it swelled and crested and took over every thought in my head.
As I slowly came back to myself, panting and sweating, I heard a low groan from across the room.
I turned, my gaze locking on Andrei through the haze of orgasm.
His chair was pushed back slightly. His trousers were undone, his hard, huge cock was in his hand, and he was stroking himself. His eyes, burning with a dark hunger, were fixed on my glistening, spread thighs.
A fresh wave of hot desire washed over me. Seeing him, so obviously aroused by the sight of me coming apart on his brothers’ hands, sent a jolt of pure lust through my already oversensitive body.
Viktor noticed my gaze and followed it to his brother. He grinned wickedly. “Enjoying the show, little brother?” he called out.
Andrei’s grip tightened on his shaft, his knuckles whitening. “More than you know,” he growled, not taking his eyes off me. He continued to stroke himself in a slow, steady rhythm that made my pussy clench.
Mikhail calmly withdrew his fingers from my body. He brought them to his lips, tasting me with a thoughtful expression. “She tastes sweet after she comes,” he observed to no one in particular.
The casual intimacy of the gesture, combined with Andrei’s blatant display, sent my pulse skittering again.
“Let me taste her,” Viktor growled, shifting himself between my thighs and leaning down to flick his tongue over my clit.
I cried out, my body jolting at the sudden, direct contact. I was still so sensitive, the pleasure was almost too much. He did it again, a teasing lash of his tongue that made my toes curl.
Mikhail moved up the sofa, his large body crowding me from the side.
He bent his head to my breast, taking one into his mouth.
His tongue was hot and wet as he laved at the peak before he suckled, pulling the nipple deep into the heat of his mouth.
A strangled moan escaped me before I could stop it.
“So responsive,” Mikhail murmured against my skin, switching to the other breast and giving it the same thorough attention.
Between Viktor’s tongue working my clit and Mikhail’s mouth on my breasts, my body was a live wire of sensation. I was arching, writhing, my hands clutching at the sofa cushions, at their shoulders, at anything I could reach.
I felt like I was losing my mind.
“Tell me, princess.” Andrei’s voice cut through the haze again. “Is Viktor’s tongue in your pussy as good as my cock in your ass? Can he make you come as hard as I did when I was buried balls-deep inside your naughty little hole?”
My eyes fluttered open, seeking him out automatically. The sight of him, hard and flushed in his own fist, sent a fresh gush of wetness to my core.
“Answer him, kotenok,” Viktor ordered, the vibrations of his voice against my clit making me tremble. “Tell him how good my tongue feels on your sweet little pussy.”
My breath hitched, my mind a fog of pleasure at their words. I couldn’t form a coherent sentence, only a breathy, broken sound that might have been his name.
“Words, malyshka,” Mikhail commanded, his breath ghosting over my nipple. “Use your words.”
I swallowed hard, trying to force air into my lungs. “Good,” I finally managed to gasp out. “So good.”