EMBER #3
Axel withdraws his digit then spanks me again, a groan slipping from Blaine when my lips tighten around him. I’m sure he enjoys taunting the poor man. The heat of his cock slinks higher, pressing up against my backside in a wordless caution.
“Easy,” Axel warns. “You’ve got this.”
“She can handle it.” Blaine cups my cheek.
“Keep her mouth busy. I want her relaxed.”
Hearing them work together is more than I can tolerate. It’s so fucking hot. Gripping Blaine’s powerful thigh muscles, I drink him down while Axel inches into my rear, pushing past my limits and into the blissful agony beyond.
Being stretched so thinly has me sprinting towards a climax that’s barely begun to develop. There’s no time for slow, flickering embers to catch hold and ignite. The bonfire has already taken over, bringing violent flames to crisp every skin cell vulnerable to their touch.
The breadth of Blaine’s shaft dominating my mouth swallows any cries that dare to escape. He silences my pleasure, stealing it for his own personal hall of victory. Even as Axel fucks me into a joyful oblivion.
When my mouth fastens into a lock hold around Blaine, he tenses up. I sense him swelling on my tongue, becoming tantalisingly engorged. The added pressure must be too much for him to handle too.
“Dammit.” He yanks on my hair tightly. “That feels so good.”
Head rotating, I lick and suck over his shaft, taking him as deeply as the bounds of my throat allow. My tongue drags over the tip of his dick, lavishing the round cherry until he’s hurtling into me without control.
Spurts of come pour into my mouth with his sudden grunt. Still, I refuse to let up. I’m going to milk him dry. I want him breathless and weak for me as I take my fill.
Blaine curses, tugging on my hair while his climax races through him. Lifting one hand, I cup and roll his balls, guiding him through the orgasm until his thrusting eases to a slow roll.
“Jesus, sweetheart.”
Stroking my hair, I’m permitted to pop free from his length. Blaine’s widened onyxes watch me lick the spilled seed from my mouth. Every last drop. I love how it causes his breathing to dissolve into panting.
A glance to the left reveals Warner still watching us through hooded eyes. Only now, he’s shamelessly undone his fly, freeing his own erection to lazily stroke. I pucker my lips at him, receiving a wink back.
“You done pleasuring him now?” Axel complains. “I want all your attention.”
With that warning, he drags his hips back then pistons into me from behind. I’m suddenly thrown forward, caught by Blaine’s steadying hands to absorb the momentum.
“Fuck, Ax!”
“Just like that. Take all of me, babe. Every last inch.”
I sense myself stretch and mould around him. In this position, the sensory overload ratchets up to maximum. Everything is more sensitive. His frenzied pumping injects liquid heat into my bloodstream, melting me from the inside out.
On the sofa, Warner is gripping his length, his breathing now shallow. Blaine retains a balancing hand on my shoulder but lowers another to grasp my breast, playing with the swell.
At the same time Axel rocks into me, Blaine flicks and twists my stinging nipple. The bite of pain is exquisite. I moan through a fresh wave of ecstasy washing in on a wild, boundless tide.
I can’t hold it in. The edges of my mind are splitting apart at the seams. I’m so full. So tightly wound. The slap of Axel’s skin on mine coaxes me to a precipice that beckons to be traversed.
“Let go.” Blaine swipes hair from my face. “I want to watch.”
At the crack of Axel’s palm on my rear, all bets are off. The strike rattles his length buried to the hilt and echoes through my whole being, one synapse at a time. All I can do is let myself free fall.
The hotel room turns greyscale, shuttered by darkened strobes. If it wasn’t for Blaine holding me, I’d slump into a heap. Axel surges once more then bellows through his own conclusion.
Pulse hammering, I’m grateful for Axel’s strong grip on my waist, ensuring that I don’t topple over completely. We’re both fighting to catch our breaths. Hell, I’d argue Blaine and Warner are too. I don’t know where Hyland’s lurking, but I’m sure he’s watching just as intently.
“Ax.” Warner’s tone crackles with authority. “Bring her to me.”
“So bossy, dude.”
“I’ve been patient long enough.”
“Alright, fine.” The hands on my hips fasten tighter. “Steady, dimples.”
Plucked off my feet, Blaine watches me fly through the air with a smirk. The room spins around me until I’m deposited into a familiar lap, bringing Warner’s vivid blue stare into direct sight.
“Hello, love.”
“Hi.”
“Got any energy left for me?”
“Always, team leader.”
“Good. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
Parting my sweat-damp hair, he caresses my skull while pulling me closer. Firm lips ensnare me in a kiss that blows all fatigue aside, one tongue flick at a time.
My hands splay across his broad shoulders while I grind on his lap in no rush to advance. His hard cock rubs on me where it rests against his stomach. The friction is a wonderful taunt of what’s to come.
“Why am I always the last thought?” Warner licks over the corner of my mouth.
“You are so far from that, and you know it. I’ve loved you since before I knew what the word even meant. You’ll always hold that honour.”
“Perhaps I do know that. I just enjoy hearing you say it.”
“You’re mean.”
“Never.” The word tears from the depths of his soul.
I toss my head back so he can divert his attention to my chest. The mouth that wraps around my nipple is demanding. Unrelenting. An exact blend of attentive and teasing, dragging his teeth over my pebbled flesh before kissing away the sting.
Grinding down on him, I let his hardness nudge closer each time I shift. I’m swollen and over sensitised, so his skin feels electric sliding on my core. Eventually, I drop down at the perfect angle to let him slip inside.
He groans against my breastbone. “Dammit, Em.”
“Hush, I’m working here.”
Granting control to my closeted dominant side is more thrilling than I’d care to admit. He seems content to humour me. From this position, I can assume the power in our little dance, setting the pace from above.
Rising and falling on his dick tests my spent limbs. Thighs burning, I grip his neck firmly, needing an anchor to hold me in place.
Warner’s lips part as he gasps. “You look so goddamn stunning like this.”
Sweeping hair over my shoulder, his head dips so he can bite down on my bicep. I cry out in equal parts surprise and ecstasy. He still manages to surprise me, a follow-up spank driving that message home.
Pressure blooms on my clit when he slips a hand between us. Torturous loops have me mewling for more. I rise and fall on Warner’s lap at a quickening pace, his lowered denim brushing along my core each time he sinks back in.
The contrasting textures sing through me, creating a mind-bending rapture. I want to take my time, but the need for more is too all-encompassing. Axel’s right. I am greedy. And I need my quota of them all.
“Shit, Em. I’m so close, but I don’t want to come like this. I need you to get up and move to the bedroom.”
“The bedroom?” I whine.
“Yes. Do it now.”
With my legs wobbling precariously, climbing free from him takes great effort. I offer Warner a hand up so he can leverage his leg, sprinting out of each at the slap he deposits on my rear.
“You’re taking away our show!” Axel groans, slumped over a sofa.
“You had your time, Ax.”
“But I wanna see.”
“Maybe I’ll fuck our girl on your bed.” Warner moves to chase after me. “That’ll teach you not to be so demanding.”
“Hey! Asshole!”