18. Sienna
Sienna
Knox’s cum is spilling out of me. I’m thinking that might bother Eli…
But the guy’s straight in. He immediately pushes into me, and he feels just as good as Knox. An actual growl escapes my lips as he fills me.
And then I’m being dragged closer to the foot of the bed.
“Legs wide, darlin’” instructs Eli. He stands between them, and I’m on the edge, holding on for dear life. He’s not holding back with his thrusts. The wooden bed frame groans, the panels underneath threatening to snap as Eli finds a rhythm.
I’m forced to grip the edge of the mattress to stabilize myself. My body is tiny compared to Eli’s—compared to all of them. But I can’t get enough. I melt around his cock as the pressure builds inside me.
“Open your mouth,” instructs Cash.
I do as I’m told as Cash pushes his cock between my lips once again.
“My cock stays in your mouth until I come.”
I take him into the back of my throat, watching him closely. By the look on his face, I’m guessing it won’t be long before he shoots his load into my mouth.
His face twists, a grunt falling out of him as he gets close. I can tell he’s on the edge. His dick is twitching.
Cash chokes out a moan, the sound coming deep from within his chest. I take in more of him, watching his tight expression as pleasure takes over his body.
I come at the same time as Eli and Cash.
My second orgasm is even better than my first. The pleasure is everywhere. In my fingertips. The crown of my head. My toes.
I ride out the waves, my walls clenched around Eli’s dick.
It steals my breath, my mind. I almost feel numb.
But it’s a different kind of numb than walking down the red carpet.
Maybe this is what people call peace. When your mind goes completely blank.
When you feel like you’ve finally come home to your own body after being a stranger to it for years.
Knox pinches my nipples, and two more waves pulsate through me before I’m completely spent, dead to the world on a bed I’m surprised is still in one piece.
Silence fills the room as the men each turn away, tucking themselves back into their pants.
I catch my breath, sprawled out on the bed, spread eagle. My limbs are heavy. I feel like I could fall into a deep sleep.
But strangely, I still feel that need between my legs. It’s obviously going to take more than two orgasms to put that fire out. I should close my eyes, give my body a rest, but it’s impossible to tear my eyes away from the guys when they look like that.
My eyes are superglued on them as I watch them zip their pants.
Cash is angled to the side. His dick is still hard. There’s no way he’s fitting that thing back into his pants.
Why are we stopping now when Cash hasn’t fucked me yet? When I still need more?
“Are you sure you wanna stop now?”
They turn their heads toward me, and their eyes roam up and down my body.
I turn to Cash and slide a finger between my legs. The elevation up here must be going to my head or something. One orgasm is usually enough to sate me for the entire week, and now, here I am, begging for a third.
I wiggle my finger at Cash, encouraging him to come back to bed. He clenches his jaw, and his eyes remain on my face, fighting not to let them roam my body.
He wants to fuck me. I see it in his eyes. He’s at war with himself, his pride getting in the way yet again. He should loosen up and accept how he wants me. Let me win for once.
We’d both claim victory if he just got over himself.
He tears his eyes away from me and zips up his pants. Terrible mistake. He’s only making this worse for himself. And me.
“That’s no way to treat an A-List celebrity.”
Cash snaps his head around, but all I can focus on is the huge bulge in his pants, telling me he still wants me. “A-List celebrities need to learn how to have patience.”
“Patience for me. Suffering for you.”
I now have Knox and Eli’s unwavering attention, though. Their eyes drift over my naked body, sending shivers everywhere. Pleasure ignites in my stomach, all from them looking at me.
I widen my legs and arch my back. My pussy tingles as I watch their gaze lower.
“You’re hungry,” states Knox. “Again.”
“Yeah,” I reply, chewing on my bottom lip. “Is that a problem?”
“Absolutely not.” Knox unzips his pants and moves toward me.
He flips me onto my stomach.
“On all fours,” he commands, guiding me into place. His hands steady my hips. And now he’s lightly spanking my ass cheeks.
I glance over my shoulder, ass high in the air, to see Eli and Cash barreling toward me. They’re tackling each other, trying to reach me first.
“She’s mine,” growls Cash.
“Then you should've done something about it by now.”
They join me on the bed, and the mattress dips.
I’m brought up onto my knees by one of them and pushed forward into the headboard. There are hands moving over my breasts. There’s another hand lowering to my clit, and yet another teasing my entrance.
I gasp, letting them manipulate my body however they like. They can do whatever they like. What pleases them, pleases me. I’m theirs for them to take, theirs to control. Submission feels good when you're choosing it yourself. It feels liberating, empowering almost.
No matter how big of a star you are, somebody’s always trying to make you feel small. It’s always the men. If they’re not trying to fuck you, they’re dragging you down, calling you a whore and other horrible names to make themselves feel bigger. God forbid you’re more successful than they are.
I’m pinned to the headboard now, my breasts crushing into the wood.
“Move out of the way,” hisses Cash. “It’s my turn.”
“Fuck you,” replies Knox. “You had your shot.”
Eli chuckles, the sound rumbling out of his chest again. “She’s horny enough for all of us. Aren’t you, baby?”
A pair of hands grabs my hips. I stick out my ass, hoping for another spanking.
Instead, I hear the sound of an iPhone camera snapping.
You’re just dreaming, Sienna.
Just hearing things.
“Shit,” I hear one of the guys say.
And I go completely cold.
The mattress dips as the men scramble closer, covering me up with a blanket.
My raging desire completely disappears in a matter of seconds. All I’m left with now is crushing anxiety. It claws at my chest and feels like it’s squishing my lungs.
I’m breathless now for an entirely different reason as I turn my head around, slowly, desperate to be proven wrong.
Relax, you’re just hearing things.
No need to panic.
But the world tilts on its axis as I make eye contact with a stranger standing outside, his face a mix of shock and amusement, snapping photos one after another.
I freeze between the camera flashes as my worst nightmare unfolds. I sink into the mattress as my emotions run wild. Shame is the one that hits me the hardest.
My blood turns cold. My body no longer belongs to me, and it never will again. Not after today.
I freeze between each camera flash, unable to look away.
All I can do is dissociate and pray for the ground to swallow me whole as everything unfolds in slow motion.
The laughter. The all-too-familiar sound of an iPhone camera snapping.
I feel the flashes behind my eyelids. It’s painful.
But I’m too numb to shut my eyes and look away.
I hide under the blanket as tears stream down my face. There’s no coming back from this.