“Stop! Oh God, right there! No, yes! Yes!”
I don’t know what the fuck is spewing from my mouth, but the sight of Maverick’s forearm tensing with every stroke, veins popping with the effort, the sound of Lincoln’s mouth and fingers fucking my pussy like he owns it, and the feel of Finley’s body rubbing up against my naked skin as he squeezes my throat, not letting me take a full breath… It’s making my brain melt.
Fuck it, I can’t control my body’s needs, so I just let it happen.
As I make that decision, I relax my body and feel my juices trickling down my inner thighs, eliciting a moan from Lincoln. It’s the first time I’ve realized his enjoyment, and I get a small feeling of empowerment from that. Because they may be using my body against me, but my body is making them lose control just as much.
With a small grin on my face, I bask in the knowledge that I might be having the same effect on them that they’re having on me, and it feels like a small victory.
I open my eyes once more, focusing on Maverick’s face and notice he’s about to come. His dick is a deep, angry red, ready to explode and that, too, gives me a sense of power.
It’s only when I feel another breach of my body that I lose all self-control.
Gathering my juices on his finger, Lincoln pushes one then two fingers inside my ass, and that brief moment of pain is like fuel to an already blazing fire.
The sound that escapes my body is probably loud enough for the entire town to hear, but in that moment, I don’t give a shit.
In that moment, all I want is bliss.
So, I let it happen. I even rub my pussy on Lincoln’s face, making sure he’ll be tasting me for hours to come, smelling me on his breath long after he’s gone.
I writhe and groan, watching as the first spurts of Maverick’s cum splashes on his chest. I watch him as my body, my pussy, makes him lose control. His cum coats his entire hand before he smears it on my bed, smirking at me as he does. Oh, how the tables have turned.
Lincoln doubles down on fucking me with his mouth like it’s his only mission in life. He’s all lips, tongue, and teeth. His fingers move in sync, fucking my pussy and my ass, and I’m a goner. Beside me, Finley whispers filthy words that only add to my orgasm as it hits me like a Mac truck.
“You’re our dirty little whore.”
“That’s right, that tight little cunt of yours is begging for us.”
“I can’t wait to bury my dick inside your pretty little pussy.”
“Next time, you’ll be sucking my cock.”
My senses can’t take it anymore, and my entire body erupts with an orgasm so powerful I think I actually pass out for half a second.
When it all ends and I come back to the reality of my situation, I hate myself almost as much as I hate them. My brief feeling of empowerment is stolen by the shame coursing through my veins. Looking down at Lincoln as he takes one last leisurely swipe of his tongue across my soaked pussy lips, I glare at him.
They won, and I hate them for it.
He must read my thoughts because his next words are like a bucket of ice spilled over my naked body.
“I told you, Octavia. We control everything. Even something as primal as this. The only way to be free is to leave.” Lincoln glares at me as Finley finally releases my wrists and Maverick tucks his dick back in his pants.
“Leave,” I somehow manage to say around the painful lump in my throat. I swallow and clear my throat, but my voice still comes out scratchy as all of my emotions hit me at once. “Get out.”
They just stand there watching me, and I hate how I gave in to them. No matter how much I enjoyed it. I slide down the wall until I’m sitting on the floor, knees pulled against my chest, protecting myself from them the only way I can.
“Get out. All of you. Just get the fuck out.” They don’t move, my anger and shame burns hot and ugly in my gut. I slam my fists on the hardwood floor as I yell, “Leave!”
Lincoln steps toward me, a glare on his face, but Finley puts a hand on his shoulder, stopping him. They all turn and leave without a backward glance.
I swipe furiously at the tears that stream down my face and shut down the hurricane of emotions that are swirling around inside of me.
Tonight was too much. I lost too much.
The second I know they’re gone, I break.
And I’m not sure I can be put back together the same.