64. Sage
SIXTY-FOUR
SAGE
“Up,” Holden says, voice shredded with want, and lifts me off the table with one arm.
My legs wrap around his waist out of pure animal instinct, and we’re moving through the apartment before my brain catches up—hallway, bedroom, door kicked open.
The others follow, not crowding but not hanging back either.
I want them all so badly, my skin burns.
Holden sits on the edge of the bed as he sets me on the floor. Hands from behind pull my panties down my legs, and I step out of them just as Milo’s mouth trails up my neck and pauses at my ear.
“We’re gonna make you feel so damn good, kitten.”
Holden pulls me into his lap. And I don’t need direction, I reach down, fumble his zipper open, and his cock springs free, big and flushed and already slick at the tip.
My hands shake but I line it up anyway, the head pressing against my already soaked entrance, and I sink down onto him, gasping at just how fucking full he makes me.
I clutch his shoulders, his hands on my ass guiding me down until he’s balls-deep inside, and we both groan, eyes locked, like we can’t believe this moment is real.
“Fuck, wildcat. You feel so good riding my cock.”
Milo’s hand finds my chin, tilting my face toward him. “She looks good riding it too. Doesn’t she, boys?”
They all murmur agreement, and I revel in the praise, taking Holden deep.
“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” Micah says, his voice low and praising.
I meet his eyes, and I gasp, desire jolting straight through my core as I watch him working his shaft slowly, pants open and around his hips.
The sight almost makes me come. “Look at you, taking him like you were made for it. Can’t wait to feel that tight pussy around me. ”
I rock harder on Holden, grinding down as he thrusts up, his hands gripping my hips bruisingly tight. Milo moves behind me, his fingers slick with lube as he teases my rear entrance. “Gonna take your ass, kitten,” he whispers, pressing one finger in slowly. “You gonna let me?”
“Yes. Fuck me. Please.”
He adds another finger and I let out a long moan, my eyes locking on Eli this time.
His gaze is intense, his hand pumping his cock with deliberate strokes. “So fucking perfect, little savage. You’re gonna feel even better when we all have our turns—stretching you, filling you up. You’re ours tonight.”
His words send heat spiraling through me as Milo stretches me open and Holden keeps fucking me from below.
“Fuck, wildcat. You’re gonna need to relax or I’m gonna blow before Milo’s even inside you.”
“I don’t know if I can,” I gasp. “It feels so good.”
Milo withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss of sensation. But then he’s adding another squirt of lube and positioning himself where I want him most.
“Relax, kitten. You’ve gotta let me in,” Milo murmurs as he notches his head inside my ass.
He slides in slowly, careful and gentle, his hands spreading my cheeks as the thick head of his cock nudges past the resistance before popping inside.
I gasp, nails digging into Holden’s shoulders.
It hurts, but it’s the sweetest burn, a knife-edge bite that makes my brain light up every color at once.
Milo waits, buried halfway, letting me breathe and adjust. Holden soothes his hands down my back, kisses my shoulder, and says, “Easy, wildcat. You got this. You’re the bravest girl I’ve ever met.”
The words make me clench and shiver, and when I look up, all four of them are watching me. I’ll never get used to being the center of so many eyes—hungry, fierce, protective, proud. I feel fucking worshipped.
Milo works deeper, rocking his hips in little strokes, stretching me gently until he’s fully inside. I melt into the feeling, the burning, the fullness, the stretch of taking two cocks at once, and it hits me right where every dark little kink I’ve ever had lives and breathes.
Micah gets on the bed beside me, naked now. His cock is thick and flushed, precum glistening at the tip. I lick my lips and shift to the side, wanting to taste him. He guides it to my mouth, and I lick the salt from his tip.
“Baby girl. You look so beautiful being filled.” His voice is so gentle and hungry that the words break my fucking brain. I open for him, sucking him in, slow and deep. I moan around him. I can’t move, can only take and take, stuffed in every possible way.
Knox rumbles from the corner, and I can see him there watching, huge hand wrapped around his massive length, stroking slowly. “Beautiful, Fury. Taking what you need. We’ll give you everything you want—gonna make you scream for us.”
I moan. So close. Milo grinds forward, fucking my ass with short, careful thrusts while Holden pounds up into me, filling my cunt to the hilt. I want to tell them how good it is but I can’t get out the words around Micah’s cock. I moan harder, body shaking.
Holden growls, “She’s gonna come.” He thrusts up harder, hands locked so tight on my hips I know I’ll be bruised.
I want it. I need it. Everything gets so bright and sharp and close together that I black out for a second, my whole body pulsing as I come, screaming into Micah’s cock.
He pulls out fast and pushes it against my cheek instead, rubbing it over my lips, saying, “Take a breath, baby girl.”
I gasp for air and clutch at the bedsheets, but all I want is more. The men shudder and come with a groan, two dicks pulsing inside me and I cry out some more, my whole body quaking.
“Fuck that was good, wildcat.”
“So good, kitten. You’re amazing.”
Holden kisses me, slow and deep while he and Milo pull out of my body. Then I’m moving, hands repositioning me, places switching. I’m on my back now, legs open.
“Look at you, already dripping with cum. You’re doing so fucking good, little savage. Think you can do it again? Take both of us at the same time?”
“Yes.”
“You gonna let me and Micah stretch that pussy so you’re ready for Knox?”
I whimper, dizzy from the high, desperate to please them. “Yes. Please. Give it to me.”
Eli’s smile is soft and wolfish all at once. He kneels between my legs while Micah props me up from behind, arms locked under my armpits, holding me against his chest as I writhe and pant.
Micah enters me—reverse cowgirl—and I moan. “So wet for us, baby girl—fuck, you feel incredible.”
Eli lines up and pushes in slow, his cock stretching me alongside Micah’s, the double fullness blinding, dangerous—it burns and then blooms, sweet and sharp.
For a second, I think it’s too much, that my body will break. But Eli pauses, letting me breathe, letting my body learn what’s possible. Micah strokes my hair, gentle, soothing even as they’re splitting me open.
“Just relax, little savage,” Eli whispers. “You’re the one in control. We’ve got you.” The words make me want to cry and scream and come, all at once. When he slides in the rest of the way, the burn is exquisite, intense, and I whimper, rocking between them as they fill me completely, inch by inch.
“Oh God—too much—feels so good—” I gasp, the double vaginal penetration pushing me to my limits, their cocks rubbing together inside me, hitting every spot.
“You’re taking us both so perfectly,” Eli praises, hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples as he thrusts up. “Look at you, stretched wide around our cocks—such a good girl, letting us fill you like this.”
Micah’s hands grip my hips, his voice strained with pleasure. “That’s it, baby girl—fuck, you’re amazing. Squeezing us so tight—can’t wait to feel you come again.”
The stretch, the burn, the pulse—it’s too much and not enough.
My head spins, roaring like the ocean, my heartbeat pounding in my ears louder than my own cries.
I grip the sheets, nails tearing at the fabric, eyes squeezed shut as they move inside me.
Eli and Micah, locked together in rhythm, every thrust dragging a new sound out of my throat, every withdrawal a promise there will be more.
I never knew I could take this; never thought my body was built for it, for the kind of excess that feels like annihilation and worship at once.
There’s nothing in my head except sensation—bruising, raw, holy.
They take me apart and put me back together with hands and cocks and words spoken like prayers.
My muscles go liquid, the friction and push-pull between them shaking me apart.
Pressure builds and crests, a hot pierce of pain that feels too good to be bad.
Every thrust, every stretch, makes me wilder and looser until I’m beyond shame, beyond thought, just a knot of nerves and fire that’s melting at the core.
“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. God—fuck, please—” I shatter, coming so hard that I scream, arching back against Micah’s chest and clamping around them both. The feeling is tidal, huge, and I ride it out, wave after wave wringing more from my body than I thought I had left.
Eli groans, his thrusts deep and animal, and then he’s emptying inside me, hot pulses stoking the aftershocks. Micah loses it not long after, choking out a “Fuck, Sage,” as I take everything they give, greedy for their pleasure.
I’m nothing but nerve endings and need as I collapse between them.
I try to catch my breath, but the next set of hands is already on me—huge, callused, reverent.
I don’t even notice when the other bodies fade back, making space for him.
All I see is Knox. His dark eyes, spread hands, wide palms pressing flat against my ribs like he’s testing if I survived the last round.
His fingers paint lazy lines into my skin, rough and careful, and I want to cry at how safe I feel in this cyclone.
“Fury.” His voice is sandpaper and electricity. “You done?”
I shake my head. “No. I can take it. I know I can take it.”
He grins down at me, just one corner of the mouth curling up.
It’s my favorite of all the Knox faces. He’s not a man who believes in second chances, or ever making the same mistake twice.
But he gives me every chance. Every time.
He leans in and kisses me so slow I think I might die from it, kissing me soft, tasting the salt on my skin, the musk of every man before him.
He grazes my lips with his teeth, gentle, tentative, like he’s always afraid of breaking something precious.
He sits on the edge of the bed and shifts me with him, hands on my waist, guiding me so I’m straddling his lap.
My legs tremble against his thighs. My heart hammers wild and loose in my chest. He settles me, one hand braced at the small of my back, the other sliding down to cup the heat between my legs.
I gasp at the contact, the aftershocks still rippling inside me.
“This is different from earlier,” he says, searching my face. “More than three fingers.”
“I know.”
“You’ve had tequila. You’ve had all of them. You’re high on the night.”
“And I still know what I want.”
He waits. Makes me hold his eyes. Makes me prove I’m here.
“Say it,” he says.
“I want you inside me, Knox. I’m choosing this. If I need to stop, I’ll stop.”
Only then does he shift enough for me to position myself over him, his massive head nudging against my swollen opening, slick with cum and arousal.
“Knox. I want you so bad.”
He groans and I lower myself slowly, gasping at the stretch—he’s enormous, filling me inch by inch, the pressure intense, burning but delicious all the same.
“That’s it, Fury—easy—fuck, you feel so good,” he praises, voice rough.
I sink lower, savoring the push and resistance, the impossible stretch.
My body is so greedy for him that it molds to his shape, gripping, taking, holding.
It’s overwhelming but I don’t want less—I want more, and more again.
I ride him slow, all the others watching, every movement of my body a performance for us all.
My hair sticks to my damp skin, my legs shake, and every time I rock down I catch a glimpse of how much he loves this—his jaw clenched, his hands tight on my waist, his eyes never leaving my face.
He starts to move with me, lifting me up and down like I’m weightless, his hands spanning my ribs as he matches my pace. It should be impossible, but I take all of him, wanting to prove I can—wanting to be the story he tells himself when he’s alone.
“God, Knox,” I gasp. “Harder. Please.” He grunts and shifts his grip and fucks up into me, and the jolt nearly knocks me off his lap, it’s so intense.
The others gather around, holding me, hands on my thighs, my waist, my shoulders, steadying, guiding, worshipping in touch and sound.
“Taking him like a queen, baby girl.”
“Beautiful, little savage—stretching around that monster cock.”
“Our perfect kitten—gonna come so hard on him.”
“You’re incredible, wildcat—made for this. Made for all of us.”
I don’t last three strokes. It’s that good, that much. I break apart on his cock, volcano-hot, shivering and gasping and clenched so tight I feel sure I’d fall if it wasn’t for the others holding me steady while I scream, I writhe, and then I collapse into Knox’s neck and sob out his name.
“Fuck, Fury.” Knox thrusts once more, burying himself to the hilt, coming with a raw, almost silent gasp. He holds my hips so I take every pulse, my walls fluttering around him, greedy to the last drop.
For a long moment, nobody moves. The room holds its breath—just bodies and heartbeats and the slow, ragged sound of everyone coming back to themselves.
Then Knox shifts, easing out of me and lowering us both down onto the mattress, and that small movement breaks the spell.
The others move in around us, finding space, finding skin.
Someone pulls the blanket up from the foot of the bed.
Someone else kills the lamp. I don’t track who. I’m too undone for logistics.
I lie there, boneless, wrecked in the best possible way, and feel them settle around me—warmth on every side, hands that are quieter now, touching without agenda. Just presence. Just here.
“Still alive?” Milo asks from somewhere near my left shoulder.
“Barely,” I manage.
“Perfect.” I can hear the grin in it.
I close my eyes. The room is dark and warm and smells like all five of them, and underneath that, like something I don’t have a word for yet. Safety, maybe. Or the thing that comes after the worst kind of waiting—the exhale when everyone makes it home.
I press my face into Knox’s chest and feel his heartbeat, slow and steady, already finding its way back to its natural pace. Someone’s hand is in my hair. Someone’s leg is thrown over mine. The bed is absolutely not big enough for six people and none of us are moving.
“Sage.” Eli’s voice, low and close.
“Mm.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I mumble. “I love you guys.”