Chapter Nineteen #2
“Little girl, if you want, we will just tie your ass to the bed and edge you for the rest of the night,” he says with a tone that tells me that he is not joking whatsoever.
“Alright, grumpy,” I laugh.
“I’m not grumpy,” he frowns.
“You haven’t fucked in a week… you’re grumpy,” I say, patting his shoulder as I walk past him. Stacy and I walk downstairs, and he follows us down.
“Go,” Dean says, smacking my ass when I stop walking. “We will be in there in a bit.”
“Mhmm,” I say flatly.
When we get to the master bedroom, two black blindfolds are lying in the center of the bed. “They really did read all of those messages, didn’t they?” Stacy asks, picking them up and handing me one.
“Yeah,” I laugh. We slip the smooth material over our eyes before lying side by side across the bed.
“I’m so nervous,” she admits. “I have this intrusive thought that somehow… I will lose Todd over this.”
“Nah, girl. You and Todd are definitely going to be together forever,” I say. “He loves you. He would speak up if he was against this at all.”
“Yeah, I know,” she sighs. “I just have a weird feeling, I guess.”
“You don’t have to do this,” I say. “We can ditch the boys and go make memories with just you and me.”
“No, I want this. I’m just getting in my own head, I think,” she says. “I try to keep my paranoia inside because I know it’s not rational.”
“What are you paranoid about?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” she says. “I’m sure it’s nothing. I just need to relax, and I think this might help both of us with that.”
“I think so, too,” I say happily. She takes my hand, and we stay like this, enjoying the silence.
The bedroom door opens, and we hear footsteps approaching the bed. I gasp when Stacy and I are pulled apart.
“No! My train run buddy,” I say, making Stacy cackle.
“I’m sorry? You’re what?” Lance asks.
“Train run buddy,” I repeat with a giggle. “I guess it’s kind of an orgy though.”
“You two are chaos together,” Todd laughs.
“The Orgy Twins,” Stacy laughs. She yells out in harmony with a loud smack.
I giggle again, and someone pulls off my shorts. Someone else pulls my shirt off, then others take off my bra and underwear.
Someone parts my legs and places one hand on my inner thigh before pushing two fingers inside me. I gasp and nearly come off the bed when they curl their fingers in me. “If you can guess who it is, we will let you come,” Mason says from somewhere behind me.
“Del. It’s Del,” I groan when he keeps making the same movements.
“Good girl,” Del says before licking across my clit. Stacy moans, and I match her volume when Del starts sucking on me.
“Fuck,” I moan and lift my hips, pressing my pussy against his mouth.
Someone wraps their hand around the back of my neck so that my head can tip backward. I open my mouth, knowing what they’re doing. They push to the back of my throat, and I happily suck. I think it’s Mason, but it’s proven when he groans, making me suck harder while he fucks my throat.
Del is building pressure in my belly, and I rock my hips against him.
I am whimpering and moaning around the cock in my mouth, but he pulls away from me as my orgasm approaches.
My body is on fire, and he’s drawing it out as much as he can.
I feel like I’m going to explode when hands start squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, teasing me while Del eats my pussy like he’s starving.
“Oh, God,” I moan loudly and arch off the bed. Stacy is in a similar state as someone works on making her come. “Fuck. Oh God. I’m coming.” My orgasm finally breaks, and I yell my pleasure as he continues to tease my clit.
Before the feeling has a chance to fade, Del moves away from me, and my legs are brought to someone’s shoulders.
I scream out when they slam into me. I can recognize my men without hearing or seeing them, so I know it’s Lance.
He fucks me hard and fast while someone pushes their cock down my throat and offers the same level of aggressiveness.
They pull away from me, and someone else grabs me.
My brain is in a fog, and when I’m pulled onto someone, I know it’s none of my men.
They slowly push into me from below, and I groan at how they stretch me.
Someone grabs me by the hair and yanks my head back so they can force themselves into my mouth.
Someone else starts teasing my ass, but that quickly leads to them surging into me, filling me entirely.
I have my hands on someone’s chest to support myself as they make their attempt at destroying me. I am in a constant state of coming, and it makes my muscles shake as I cry out.
I have completely lost track of who has touched me. Stacy is screaming her own pleasures, and it only adds another factor to this situation. Knowing that my men are helping fuck her senseless is a type of eroticism that is far more pleasing than I originally thought.
I can tell whoever is down my throat is about to come.
I am straddling someone with another behind me.
They have me sitting up, so when the one down my throat tries to move away, I grab his hips and keep him close as I push him deeper, taking all of him.
When he growls, I know it’s Jake. They are all edging themselves, but I am determined to break one of them.
He’s the one who’s giving in the easiest. When I moan around his cock, he starts to thrust harder, giving up on trying to back off to prevent himself from coming.
“Fuck,” Jake moans. His thrusts falter enough that it gives me room to take over. The men pounding into me and getting me closer to yet another release. “Shit, Sadie. Swallow my come. God, just like that.”
I swallow as he pushes deep and comes, falling into my own orgasm right behind him. This pulls the men inside of me into their own release, and I groan as they push in deep, desperately chasing down their climax. They both moan, but I’m too delirious to know who it is.
I am lying on the bed, and I am panting. Someone else joins me, and they immediately push my knees to my chest. Everyone is relentless with how they fuck, so no one has stood out. Stacy said I would know when Todd got hold of me. Is this Todd?
I expect whoever it is to ease into me because of how he has me angled.
Instead, he forces into me, making me scream when he slams against my cervix.
They are fucking massive and stretch me in ways I’ve never felt before.
His pace is immediately forceful and punishing as he rails me into the bed.
I have handled things well so far, but this overwhelms my brain, and unexpected words spill out of me.
“Oh, my God! Stop! I can’t. Too much,” I beg. My suspicions are confirmed when Todd chuckles and drops my legs to lean into me.
“What’s wrong, Sadie? Can’t handle it?” Todd asks as he pulls my blindfold off. I whimper when he wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes a bit. His thrusts are slow but deep and nearly painful.
“Fuck, banana. I can’t,” I whimper.
“No safe word. No way out. Remember?” he reminds me.
“It’s too much,” I groan. I’m confused by my words, but I say them anyway.
“Am I hurting you, Sadie?” he asks, but I don’t answer. “Sadie, if I’m hurting you, I’ll stop.”
“You’re not hurting me,” I confirm with yet another moan.
“Good girl, Sadie. I’ve got you,” he says, and I believe him.
I’m overwhelmed, but he’s paying attention to me.
He is watching for cues that I truly am done, but I’m not.
So, he doesn’t stop. He tightens his grip on my throat and quickens his pace.
I have a tight grip on his wrist as he keeps me pinned to the bed, and his other hand is on the bed beside my head.
Lance, Dean, and Mason regularly make my belly ache, but it feels different with Todd.
His moans as he uses my body are orgasmic in and of themselves.
Every noise I make comes out as a strangled moan, and my insides feel like molten lava as he continues to fuck me like he’s trying to break me in half.
“Fuck,” he moans deeply. He releases my throat and brings himself down more and buries his face in my neck. I wrap my arms around him as my pleasure harmonizes with his.
My whimpers turn back into near screams as yet another orgasm builds. My body stiffens, and I tighten around his cock as we both fall.
One second, I am coming, and then the next, I am dressed and curled up on the bed while someone rubs my back. I groan at the lingering ache in my body. Eight men fucking you to near death is quite the experience.
“Hey,” Lance says, kissing my head.
“Mmm,” I groan. “He tried to kill me.”
“He didn’t try to kill you, drama queen,” Lance laughs and pulls my face up so he can look at me. I smile at him, and he softly kisses me.
“How long was I asleep?” I ask.
“Uh. Like an hour,” he laughs.
“I… didn’t think Stacy meant it when she said he can make her black out,” I say as I roll to my back.
“Oh, you were out of it. Todd is about to bug you. He thinks he might have hurt you,” Lance says as he stands up and goes to the door. “Todd, she’s awake.”
“I mean… all of you collectively just tried to murder me, but I’m good,” I say, and Lance laughs as Todd comes in.
“Hey,” he says softly.
“Sadie, baby. I’m going to go help them with dinner. Come join us when you’re ready,” Lance says as he leans down and kisses me.
“Okay,” I smile. Lance walks out and shuts the door behind him. Todd lies beside me, propped up on his elbow.
“Are you okay?” he asks seriously.
“I’m okay,” I smile. “Are you freaking out because I told you no?”
“A little,” he says with a smirk.
“I was just overwhelmed,” I say. “I promise, you did nothing wrong.”
“Would you tell me if I did?” he asks, brushing my hair from my face.
“Sweetie, Mason, Lance, and Dean know me better than anyone. They know when I’m reaching my limit. They would have said something or stopped you if they thought you were crossing a line,” I say. “What did Stacy say about it?”