27. Venetia
Venetia
I ’m surrounded by the men I’ve grown to trust, to crave, to need.
Rafferty’s eyes burn with intensity as he strips off his shirt, revealing the chiselled contours of his inked chest. Viper’s gaze is a slow burn, his face set in a determined mask as he undresses with deliberate slowness.
Blake’s eyes sparkle with a hungry light, his fingers already working the buttons of his shirt.
I’m exhausted, hungry, and thirsty, and my ribs ache, but none of that matters. What matters is the primal urge coursing through my veins, the throb between my legs, the desperate need to feel alive.
My heart races as Rafferty’s strong hands grip my waist, pulling me flush against his body.
His breath is hot on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he growls, his voice low and hungry.
I can feel his cock, hard and ready, pressing against my thigh, and it sends a rush of heat straight to my pussy.
Viper cups my face and turns my head to look at him.
His navy eyes are dark with desire, his jaw set in that determined line I’ve come to love.
“You’re ours, Venetia,” he says, his voice a low rumble.
“Always.” He claims my mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss, his tongue sweeping in to battle with mine.
I melt into it, my body swaying against his as Rafferty’s hands explore my curves.
I hear the rustle of fabric as Blake finishes undressing.
He climbs on the bed, and his hands join Rafferty’s, tracing the lines of my body, mapping out every inch of me.
I break away from Viper’s kiss, turning to look at Blake.
His green eyes are intense, focused entirely on me.
“You are the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs, his hands cupping my face as he leans in to kiss me.
His kiss is different from Viper’s—softer, more controlled, but no less intense.
I run my hands up his inked, muscular arms, so different to the persona he presents to the world.
Rafferty’s hands slide down to my leggings and push them over my hips, his fingers brushing against my skin and leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
Rafferty moves lower, and Viper’s mouth finds my breast, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh until I’m gasping and arching into his touch. Rafferty’s hands are on my thighs, spreading them wide as he settles between them, his breath hot on my clit.
I’m bare, open, and vulnerable, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. His fingers trace lightly over my pussy, spreading me open, making me shiver with need.
Blake is beside me, one hand on my other breast, his other hand tangling in my hair.
I turn to him, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss, swallowing his groan as Rafferty’s tongue finds my clit, circling it with a skill that has me writhing between them.
The sensations pulsing through my body are a glorious relief from the stress of the last few days.
I grip the sheets, my back arching as Rafferty’s tongue works at driving me closer to the edge.
Viper grinds down on my nipple, sending bolts of pleasure through me.
Blake’s kiss is a deep, consuming force that anchors me and keeps me from floating away on the tide of sensation.
Rafferty’s fingers slide inside me, curling, hitting that spot that makes my vision go blurry.
I moan into Blake’s mouth, my body trembling as the orgasm builds, a relentless wave ready to drown me.
Viper tugs my nipple, and coupled with the wet heat of Rafferty’s mouth, it’s enough to send me crashing over the edge.
I scream, the sound muffled by Blake’s lips, as the orgasm rips through me, leaving me a shaking, gasping mess. Rafferty doesn’t stop, his tongue and fingers drawing out every last shiver and tremor until I’m limp and boneless, sprawled across the bed.
Viper pulls back, his eyes dark with lust as he looks down at me.
“Fucking beautiful,” he growls, his voice hoarse with need.
He stands, pulling his tee over his head with one hand, while the other goes to undo his pants.
He shoves them down, and his cock springs free, hard and ready.
I reach for him, eager to feel him inside me, but Blake stops me, his hand gentle on my wrist. I lick my lips, eager to taste him, to feel him in my mouth.
But Viper has other plans. He grips my hips, flipping me onto my stomach with a growl.
“You can suck Blake later,” he grunts, his voice a dark promise. “Right now, I need to be inside you.”
I gasp as he pulls my hips up, positioning me on my knees.
His hand trails down my spine, sending shivers of anticipation coursing through me.
I look back at him, his eyes dark with lust, his jaw set in a determined line.
He grips his cock, guiding it to my entrance, and I brace myself for the invasion.
He thrusts into me, filling me perfectly in one swift movement. I cry out, the sound filled with pleasure and pain as my body stretches to accommodate him. His hands grip my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he moves, his cock sliding in and out of me with a deliberate, controlled rhythm.
Blake kneels in front of me, his cock level with my face.
I look up at him, his green eyes dark with desire as he guides his dick to my lips.
I open my mouth, taking him in, the salty taste of his pre-cum exploding on my tongue.
He grips my hair, controlling the depth and pace as he fucks my mouth.
I take him deep as Viper’s thrusts grow harder, more insistent.
Rafferty moves beside me, his hand reaching out to cup my chin, guiding me, encouraging me to take Blake even deeper. “That’s it, trouble,” he murmurs, his voice a low growl of approval. “You look so fucking perfect with his cock in your mouth.”
I hollow out my cheeks, sucking hard as Viper slams into me, his grip on my hips bruising, possessive. Rafferty’s hand slides down my spine, tracing the line of my back before dipping lower, his fingers finding the tight, puckered entrance and circling, teasing.
“Has anyone ever taken you here, Venetia?” he growls, his voice thick with lust. I manage a slight shake of my head, a shiver of nervous anticipation racing through me.
Nathan wanted to, but I refused him. We fought over it more than once, but that just made me double down even harder. Now, I want it. I want it all.
Rafferty’s fingers press gently, testing, probing. “We’ll go slow, I promise.”
Blake’s grip on my hair tightens, his breath coming in sharp gasps.
“Fuck, Venetia,” he groans, his hips jerking as he fucks my mouth, his control slipping.
I can feel him throbbing, pulsing, his cock growing even stiffer.
I suck harder, taking him deeper, eager to feel him come undone.
Viper’s thrusts grow more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
His hands grip my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh.
He withdraws completely, and I feel Raff’s fingers dip into my pussy.
He slides his wet fingers up over my rear hole as Viper pounds back into me.
Raff presses more insistently against my tight entrance, the sensation foreign and intense. I try to relax, to open for him, but it’s overwhelming.
Blake pulls out with a loud curse, his cock throbbing as he denies himself his orgasm. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Viper drives into me, pushing into me forcefully. His body goes rigid, his cock jerking inside me as he comes in an orgasm that won’t quit.
Rafferty’s finger slips inside me, just the tip, and I gasp. The sensation is too much.
“Easy, trouble,” Rafferty murmurs, his voice soothing as his finger slowly retreats. “We’ll take it slow.”
Viper pulls out of me, and Raff moves in behind me when Viper collapses on the bed next to me, panting hard.
Rafferty’s finger delves deeper, the sensation uncomfortable but not unbearable. He waits, letting me adjust before he starts to move, slowly sliding in and out. The discomfort fades, replaced by a strange, pleasant pressure.
“That’s it,” Rafferty murmurs, his voice a low growl of approval. “You’re doing so well.”
I take a deep breath, exhaling slowly as Rafferty withdraws his fingers and scoops up Viper’s cum that is dripping out of my pussy. He lubes my arsehole with it before pressing his finger back inside.
Raff’s voice is soothing, hypnotic. His fingers move slowly, gently stretching me, preparing me for more. I let out a slow breath and grind my arse against his hand, feeling a surge of desire that I didn’t think was possible after the intense orgasms I’ve already had.
Blake slides beneath me, his body warm and inviting as he pulls me down onto him.
I gasp as his cock presses against my slick pussy.
He slides inside with ease. He looks up at me with those intense green eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.
“You’re so fucking tight, Venetia,” he murmurs, his hands gripping my hips as he guides me down onto him.
I lean forward, my hands pressing against his chest as I move, riding him with slow, deliberate movements. Rafferty’s fingers continue to work their magic, the pressure and pleasure building. Viper watches us, his eyes hungry, his cock already hardening again as he takes in the scene.
“You’re fucking gorgeous like this,” Viper growls, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down my spine. “Riding him while Raff gets you ready for his cock.”
I turn my head to look at him, my breath hitching as Rafferty’s finger slips deeper inside me before he twists it, making me cry out. He withdraws suddenly and presses the head of his cock to the virgin hole.
My heart races as I push slightly against Rafferty. I try to relax, but it feels so strange. He presses gently, the tip of his cock slowly breaching the tight hole. I take a deep breath, there’s a slight burn, but it quickly fades and is replaced by a sensation of overwhelming bliss.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, my eyes rolling back as Rafferty inches deeper, filling me slowly. Blake’s hands are on my hips, steadying me, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy. He’s not moving, just holding me, letting me adjust to the sensation of being impaled from both ends.
Viper is beside me, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. “You’re doing so well, wildcat,” he murmurs, his voice a soothing rumble. “You look so beautiful like this, taking both of them like a good girl. Daddy loves seeing you be so filthy.”
I turn to look at him, my breath coming in ragged gasps. His navy eyes are filled with pride, with desire, and with something deeper that makes my heart swell. I reach out, cupping his cheek, feeling the rough stubble under my palm. He turns his head, kissing my palm, his eyes never leaving mine.
Rafferty pushes deeper, a low groan escaping him as he finally seats himself fully inside me. I let out a shaky breath, feeling impossibly full, impossibly stretched. And it’s fucking amazing.