EMBER #2
The blunt weight nudging my slit suddenly surges inside. There’s no slow tease or gentle easing in. Not with Hyland. He spears into me without apology, bottoming out with a curse that bounces all around us.
“Fuck! Ember!”
As he draws back, I take the chance to breathe and prepare. The next hit doesn’t take long to arrive. Hyland ruts into me, plastering my entire upper body into the wall. The momentum behind each slam of his hips feels like it might split me in half.
We smack together in a breathless tangle of limbs. Grunting. Hissing. Writhing as one mess of human touch. Finger pads bruise my hips where he holds me in a punishing cinch, using the purchase to repeatedly plunge into me.
We’ll be lucky if no staff come to investigate the elevator failure. Something tells me Hyland wouldn’t stop even for that. He’s a driving force, intent on smashing me into submission. I’m all too willing to be split apart by him.
“Let them see how much you love being owned and used by us.” His growl sounds more animal than man. “You fucking love it.”
“Yes,” I bleat without shame. “I do.”
“I want you to come for me, baby. Then I’ll let them have whatever’s left of you.”
“Generous,” Warner quips from elsewhere.
“Ignore him,” Hyland snarls. “Focus on me.”
“Please… I want to come, Hy.”
“Then let go. Give it up for me.”
A rotation of the hips and his driving beat into the spot hidden inside my core ignites my raging hormones. The annoying blare of the emergency alarm fails to detract from where his cock drums into me. Hell, not even the world ending would distract me.
“Em!” he roars, his movements growing rough and ragged.
Feeling his length grow thick with cresting desire triggers an invisible meltdown at the centre of my being. I cling to the wall for dear life as an intense orgasm hits all at once, carrying me off into the deep end.
Swirling heat spills into me. The fingers slicing into my hips tighten to the point of pain as I let Hyland ride out the full extent of his own climax. We fall together. A deathly, self-destructive spiral that binds us.
“Shit.” My sweat-slick hands can no longer grip the wall. “Don’t let me fall over.”
“I’ve got you, baby.”
“Guys,” Warner vocalises. “We can’t stay here forever.”
“Dammit,” Hy wheezes.
With the click of a button, the emergency alarm ceases. Abruptly, the elevator resumes gliding upward, forcing us to split apart. Instead of dressing, I kick off my shoes and jeans, content to let them all watch the fluid trailing down my inner thighs.
From the way Axel licks his lips and Blaine straightens to attention, it doesn’t go unmistaken. I press a kiss to Hyland’s pink cheek then stroll towards Blaine, tracing a hand over his T-shirt covered chest.
“Who’s going to carry me in?” I take the time to make eye contact with all three of them.
Of all the outcomes, I don’t expect them to break into a round of rock, paper, scissors for the honour. All while letting me stand here, bare and trembling, soaked in Hyland’s spreading release.
“Fuck you,” Axel snarls, losing the second round.
“I’d be willing to share, pup.”
“What’s the catch?”
“No catch.” Blaine raises a shoulder. “I know how much our girl loves it.”
When he bends his knees to hoist me up into his arms, I squeal, banding my naked legs around his waist. As the elevator doors open, he strides past the others to carry me inside our vast hotel suite.
I barely spare the extra-high ceilings, modern chandeliers or huge, complimentary bar fully stocked with drinks a second thought. I’m locked on Blaine’s mouth, toying with his lip piercing in long, languid licks that stoke the fire in my nerve centre.
“I want to take your mouth.” Blaine meets me with equally voracious teeth and tongue. “I’ve been thinking about riding your tight throat all day.”
He deposits me on my bare feet in the middle of the formal sitting area, surrounded by plush sectional sofas and fresh flowers left by the cleaning staff. I raise my arms over my head so Blaine can pull my tee off and attack my bra.
He drops the heap of fabric aside, letting my aching beasts fall free. I push my chest into his awaiting hands. Thumbs rub over my nipples, delivering a painful tease. I’m already stiffening into sharpened peaks.
“Get over here, Ax,” Blaine grumbles.
At the edge of my perception, I’m aware of the rest of our team in the hotel suite. Hyland ducks out to clean himself while Warner assumes a seat on the sofa, taking advantage of a perfect view to observe us.
“The Phantom’s feeling generous.” Axel pads over, his T-shirt already discarded to unveil his ripped, inked skin. “I’m honoured.”
“Ax.” I reach for him, every atom in my body thrumming with arousal.
“I’m here, dimples. I know exactly what you need.”
“Let us love you.” Blaine lowers his head to suck a nipple between his lips.
When hands grasp the globes of my ass, I rock backwards into Axel’s touch, trying to keep still enough for Blaine to continue lavishing my chest. They’re sandwiching me in. It feels somewhat like an attack formation.
Blaine’s teeth lightly bite down on my stiffened peak, causing me to moan. In a simultaneous assault, Axel must peel his ripped jeans down, as soft skin presses into my rear from behind.
“Shift back, Blaine,” Axel orders, cupping my backside. “You can have her mouth.”
His lips tear from my chest, head lifting. “Deal.”
With Warner still observing, Blaine shuffles backward, pulling me with him. He bumps into the nearby sofa then shoves his clothing down before he takes a seat. I gulp at the view of him freeing his long length and fisting it.
“Bend over.” Pushing my back, Axel urges me to tilt. “Show me your cunt, babe.”
I fold myself over, resting my hands on Blaine’s strong, bare thighs. My trembling body forms a perfect ‘V’ between them. Nowhere to hide. Not from their lust and airborne desire to own me unconditionally.
“Open up,” Blaine commands, working his shaft almost aggressively.
I permit my mouth to part and accept the tip of his perfectly formed dick, all veined and ready for the taking. He sluices the head over my lips then glides inside with a faintly hissed curse.
My tongue skates over the side of his length, tasting velvet steel. His skin is so smooth and heated. His tight grip fastens in my hair, granting him leverage to control how I eagerly suck him down. Little does he know, I’ll always be the one in control here.
At the same time, Axel spreads my legs with his knee, allowing cool air to kiss my cunt, still dripping from Hyland’s ministrations. He’s free to roll himself over my clit and core, utilising another man’s come to act as the perfect lubricant.
“Are you ready to take us both, Em?”
All I’m able to do is shake my backside.
“I should’ve known.” Axel laughs. “You’re still so greedy.”
“Fill her up,” Blaine demands.
“I intend to.”
The heat sliding over my puckered entrance plummets inside. I’m roughly spread apart, gloriously filled with them both. The combination makes my skin prickle with adrenaline-fuelled tingles and a thin sheen of sweat.
Axel shifts behind me, allowing me a glimpse of relief before surging back into place. From this position, he’s free to bottom out, making my vision blur at the edges.
“Your mouth is heavenly,” Blaine huffs, rutting up into me.
Axel heaves a breath. “She feels pretty damn good here too.”
There’s a faint shuffle of movement that sounds like the two men slapping their palms together over my bent limbs. Did they just… high five? While fucking me? I can’t quite fathom it.
“You’re both idiots,” Warner snorts from his perch.
Axel smooths a possessive hand over my ass. “Don’t be jealous, team leader.”
“I’m not. I’ll get my turn, lads. Don’t worry about that.”
My eyes burn when Blaine fists my hair tight, using the force to steer my head up and down. His erection rocks into me at a heady, relentless pace. With each thrust, he drives closer to my throat until I’m utterly full and unable to hold the moisture at bay.
By contrast, Axel moves slow and steady, intent on taking his time. He languidly jackknifes repeatedly to push into me. With every rotation, my whole frame shudders, pebbled breasts dancing in the air for the world to see.
I’m left to rock between them like a swinging pendulum. Each suck urges me into Blaine’s orbit, then I row back to absorb the full weight of Axel’s advance. Every rotation adds to the intensity of being shared by them.
“Well, fuck.” Hyland’s curse announces his return. “I stepped out for two seconds.”
“You’re missing the show,” Warner chortles.
“I caught the live version. I’m good.”
When Axel lays down a fierce spank on my left cheek, I involuntarily tighten around Blaine, prompting him to hiss out. His cock glides along my tongue to seat itself at the back of my throat, jerking wildly while I breathe through my nose.
Still sheathed in my centre, Axel delivers another spank then deftly spreads apart my ass cheeks. I shudder at the sensation of saliva hitting my asshole. He spreads the lubricant in a taunting circle, poking the ring of muscle in warning.
“I want to fill this hole.”
“I still had it first,” Blaine taunts.
“Shut the fuck up, man. Don’t remind me.”
I moan loudly around a mouthful of Blaine’s cock as sharp pressure gathers against my rear entrance. Axel eases a wet digit inside, gently rotating his hips to encourage my muscles to relax and let him in.
Taking a finger pales in comparison to being used by two of my men at once, but I know where Axel’s going with this. He thrusts into my rear at the same pace as his dick stretches my entrance, using both forces to torment me. The effect is explosive.
I’m overwhelmed by them. Senses stretched thin. Nerves plucked and pulled to an invisible beat that no one gave me the song sheet for. Wedged between them, I feel wanton. Cherished. And oh-so alive.