Chapter Twenty-Four
Yun
The idea of what Carter planned was worse than the reality. That was the truth of most things, that fear and anxiety made monsters out of mice.
Of course, I’d seen Carter’s cock, I’d felt it inside me, so I knew in that case we were dealing with the monster. A monster that he wanted to fuck my ass with.
He gave me a moment as though to let me decide if I was ready for that, if I wanted to turn him down. No matter how badly he wanted it, I knew better than to think he’d ever force it. If I said no, if I denied him, he’d listen.
But I didn’t want to turn him down. Corsa’s words remained in the back of my head, floating back to the forefront every now and then, the truth of how dangerous this really was, how unlikely it was that we’d actually survive it.
Even if we did, something about this whole place made me think we were nearing our end. No matter how much reassurance they gave me, I couldn’t shake that fear.
Which explained exactly why I was here, giving in, like this.
I wanted another time with them, I wanted to taste Carter’s control and watch it slip away.
I needed to feel the way Kenyon held onto me, see the heat in his gaze when he filled me with his cum, some primal need to knock me up even if he knew it was impossible.
I had to grow drunk on Ingram’s hunger, the way he wanted me to a depth inside him that I never knew a person could have.
I craved Shear’s tentative desire, the confusion inside of him, the way he seemed surprised by how much he wanted this and me.
That last one was easiest at the moment, given the way Shear rocked his hips to sink his cock deeper into my mouth. I swallowed to keep from gagging, not wanting to discourage him from fucking into my throat as deep as he pleased.
Kenyon’s large fingers teased my nipples, switching from cupping the entire breast to pinching around the tip. Like everyone else, I couldn’t prepare for anything he did, was at his mercy. The only benefit was that I knew he’d only do things I wanted.
I never would have thought I’d even be capable of this, of surrendering so much of myself to others—especially to espers. It reminded me of how different they were from Corsa.
They gave so much more than they took, giving a damn what I thought, what I wanted, what was best for me. That was nothing like the man who had taken everything from me, who still wanted to destroy me.
Maybe we were linked, though, given I was destroying those I claimed to love as well…
I closed my eyes, pretending to focus on Shear’s cock rather than the tears that threatened to spill over my cheeks. If that happened, they’d get far too suspicious.
“Yun…” Carter asked, his voice soft, as though he’d noticed my distress.
I buried it so deep that it couldn’t rise again, then pushed back against him, the action a plea for him to continue.
He must have taken my lie as truth, that the turmoil inside of me was nothing more than nerves, but he groaned and pressed his fingers against my ass.
Except they slid this time with far more ease than a bit of saliva would allow.
“They keep lubricants in the packs for medical needs,” he explained, but his voice came out tenser than before.
It almost seemed as though he held himself back, like he wanted this that badly.
Which was more than fine by me. I wanted him distracted, I wanted him wild, I wanted him real. Part of me wished I could see him, could look into those purple eyes that had terrified me so much at first. I couldn’t explain how I could find them comforting now, but I did.
Carter’s fingers pressed into me more easily than I would have expected, the sensation still strange but more pleasant.
It was as though he stroked nerve endings directly, especially when he used his other hand to reach lower and offer gentle strokes to my clit.
It wasn’t enough to get me off, not enough to send me over the edge, but just enough to keep the discomfort of him stretching my ass from bothering me.
Before long, I was panting hard, and he had to keep stopping so I didn’t come.
It was almost shameful how he could turn me on this much.
The entire time, I let Shear fuck my mouth, though he rarely went too deep, as though he were enjoying this all on its own, like he didn’t need more, as though he savored the moment.
“All right, she’s ready.” Carter withdrew his fingers—I had no idea how many he’d had inside me, everything an overwhelming blur.
The sudden emptiness didn’t last long before the unmistakable burning head of his cock touched me.
He cupped one of my ass cheeks with a hand, using it to spread me open.
The feeling was so much more embarrassing than I would have ever thought, made me feel horribly vulnerable and exposed. Still, he didn’t stop, the pressure against me increasing.
“Relax and breathe out, nice and slow.” Carter’s words sounded as though he’d shoved them from between his gritted teeth, like his molars ground together.
I did as he said, trusting him fully in that moment. Everything could change later, but right now? I’d give him everything.
As I exhaled, forcing my body to surrender, he sank into my ass. The lube meant that despite the friction, once he had the head inside, the rest fed into me quickly, filling me, overwhelming me.
He leaned forward once his body pressed against mine, and left a kiss on my shoulder. “Good job,” he whispered.
I let out the most shameful whimper as he withdrew, but he thrust back into me, even deeper, like an apology. That went on, each stroke of his cock against the untrained muscles in my ass foreign yet welcome.
Just as I started to fall over that edge—amazing I could come even without anyone touching my clit—Carter grasped my hips and pulled me backward. It not only forced his cock deep into me but made me lose Shear’s dick from my mouth.
I complained, as if someone had just stolen my favorite snack.
“Easy,” Carter said as he pulled me up to my knees, the change in position making him hit so many new places inside of me. “See, from what I recall, Shear there hasn’t managed to actually fuck you. It’s my job as the leader of this squad to look out for all its members, right?”
I glanced down my front, confused. Was Carter planning to pull out?
The answer struck me all at once, and I wasn’t sure if I was more intrigued or horrified by the lewd idea.
If it were any other time, I might have even refused out of panic, but with the corrupted energy flowing into me from all four of them, from the way edging me had already clouded my mind, I couldn’t come up with a single good reason to refuse.
Especially when Shear’s gaze locked down, between my thighs, and he dragged his tongue along his lips. It seemed he knew how he felt about the idea, at least.
Carter moved backward, holding me against him, his strength ensuring he didn’t leave the tightness of my ass.
When he settled, he was on his knees, his back against the headboard, his hands gripped around my thighs to spread my legs wide.
It meant that everyone else in the room—Kenyon, Shear and Ingram—had a perfect view of not only my cunt but Carter’s dick stretching my ass wide.
Shear remained locked in place for a heartbeat too long before Ingram shoved at his shoulder to get him moving.
He came forward onto the bed, the mattress depressing beneath his weight until he got between my legs.
He stroked his cock at the same time, the skin darker than the rest of him, glistening from my saliva.
He looked right into my eyes, locking in. I felt him there, in my head, but the touch was light. It was clear it wasn’t on purpose, and I suspected he got more sensations and feelings than direct thoughts.
I reached out and caught him by the neck, pulling him in closer until his lips found mine.
If he had a problem kissing me after I’d sucked his dick, he didn’t show it.
Then again, after what I’d seen and heard between him and Ingram, it seemed he didn’t have a lot of hang ups when it came to that sort of thing.
He pressed his cock against my empty cunt, hesitating only a moment before shifting his hips forward and sinking into me.
And, fuck, that was different. It was so much—too much—as my body struggled to adjust to not one but two dicks filling me. I struggled to breathe, to draw air into my greedy lungs, like there was no more space inside me even for oxygen.
Shear pressed his forehead to mine, but he didn’t speak aloud. It didn’t strike me as so invasive anymore, though, when I heard his whispered words inside my head. “Keep breathing slowly. You can do it.”
His praise and reassurance did everything for me, as though just knowing I wasn’t in this alone helped. So I did as he said, trying to slow my rapid, panting breaths, my fingers curled in against him, clutching him to me. Not that he seemed interested in going anywhere else.
Carter kept my thighs spread and remained still until Shear had buried himself fully inside me. I could do nothing more than let out the softest noises, my mind sparking messily as the sensations took over. I couldn’t even say if they were entirely pleasure, like it overloaded my senses.
All I knew for sure was that I wanted this and more. I wanted everything they could give me, everything they had to offer. I was starved for it.
Shear hesitated once inside me, though I’d bet the way my cunt tightened in waves did plenty for him already. He tensed, causing me to open my eyes to find Ingram behind him.
“This okay?” Ingram asked.
At first I thought he meant me, but Shear answered, “Yeah.”
Was what okay?
The answer came when Ingram—naked—pressed tightly against Shear’s back and picked up the small container of lube that Carter had used.
Which meant that while Shear was fucking me, Ingram planned to fuck him.
And, somehow, that sounded amazing to me.