CASSANDRA
My head is light from two amazing orgasms, but I want more. Blood boiling with need, I open my mouth wide and stick my tongue out the moment Tristan sits in front of me. Gaping up at him, the message is clear.
Give it to me.
Tristan is gentle as he positions his cockhead between my lips, but I don’t need gentle now. The ropes tug everywhere, slowing the flow of my blood, stinging this delicious pain. I seal my lips and slide as far as I can in this position, looking up at Tristan.
“She’s going to need some help,” Donatello says, and I sigh at how right he is. “Fist her hair. Guide her mouth.”
Tristan is hesitant to obey, but he does. Gripping my hair near the roots in that way that hurts so good, he guides my mouth up and down his length, stroking my lips up and down so deliciously. My mouth fills with saliva, and I hollow out my cheeks the best I can.
But it’s so hard to focus on giving Tristan the best head of his life when Ren rubs his fingers against me like this. Up and down, then in circles, he explores and teases and strokes. My eyelids flutter shut, and I try to move my hands to grip atsomeone, but the ropes keep me in place. They bite into me, and I know I could ask Don to get me out of them and he would, but the pain ignites more pleasure than ever.
Tristan’s cockhead pokes the back of my throat and he quickly pulls back. I crane my neck to take him deeper, relaxing my jaw so I can take him as far as possible. His fingers twitch in my hair and his pumps grow more confident. Saliva spills from my mouth, down my chin, and the mess makes everything hotter.
Ren’s motions pick up speed and I arch my hips further up. The sound of someone jerking off sets my veins on fire, and warmth pools low between my legs. Another orgasm approaches, growing inside me, threatening to take over. I release a long moan against Tristan’s cock. I’m so close now. So close, so close.
Tristan bursts into my mouth, hot, thick ropes hitting the back of my tongue. I gasp in surprise, choke even, but seal my lips hard around him so he doesn’t pull back. The taste of him on my tongue sets me off. I swallow, slamming my eyes shut as my body climbs the wave of a climax.
I come crashing down, moving my hips and trembling, my entire body tensing, pushing against the ropes. I relax against the pillow, and Tristan pulls out of my mouth, wiping the saliva off my chin. My heart beats fast, and my body aches wonderfully. But I’m not done yet.
Bracing myself on my knees, I sit up, heaving. With my ankles tied, the position is awkward, and I drop back, sitting on my feet. Donatello kneels on the edge of the mattress. Cold fingers glide down my body, tugging on the ropes, making sure they’re not hurting me.
I meet his eyes, red swirling around his pupils. “More,” I plead with him, licking at my lips. “I want you and Apollo.” My body grows heavy, and I’m pretty sure I could take a nap right about now. At the same time, my pussy clenches, missing my men, desiring everything.
Turns out I’m greedy.
“You sure?” asks Donatello. “You look tired.”
“I’m so sure.”
Apollo walks closer, his perfect body already exposed. Dark skin catches the light, and his fat cock glistens with precome as it twitches, hitting his abdomen. His eyes are gold, that pure gold when he wants me. I part my lips for him, and he takes my mouth in sensual strokes of his tongue. Hands around my hips, he brings me closer to his body. I wiggle my toes, willing blood to run back to them.
Apollo breaks the kiss, looking down at me. “You look so fucking hot like this,” he growls, his voice pure gruff. “But I want you wrapped around me.” And the rope around my thigh snaps. I look down to see his nails have grown into sharp claws. He traces my skin, claws biting, and slashes the ropes.
“Oh, shit,” I breathe out. It’s been a while since he has done this. And it’s so hot.
“Don’t hurt her,” Donatello warns, going for the rope around my torso and undoing it.
Apollo shoots him a glare. I know he would never hurt me, and the fact it’s Donatello reminding him of that must sting. Before they can start bickering, I bite down on Apollo’s full lower lip, demanding his attention. He doesn’t leave me wait for long.
The moment my limbs are freed, I wrap them around Apollo, the way he asked. His cock prods at my entrance, and I move my hips to make him enter me. This girl has put an IUD on for a reason.
Apollo moves away, keeping his cock from entering me. “Fuck, I can’t wait to mark you.”
I roll my eyes, then gape at him. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Apollo opens a hand and Donatello gives him a condom. Impressive how well they work when they pretend they hate each other. Apollo sheathes himself as he gazes at me.
“Mating bonds are not only for life, baby girl. The chances of me dying in this endeavor are big, and you’d be left to feel such a pain it’s indescribable.” He shakes his head. “No. I’d rather wait to make sure I won’t drop dead the next day.”
I frown. “Would that happen to you, too? If I died?”
“It would, but I’m not letting you die.”
Then it’s for the best. I can’t let him or Ren mark me yet, not when my death might ruin them. Not when my death might solve many things in this world...
Apollo sinks his fingertips into the soft flesh of my hips, then bites my chin. “Eyes on me.” And he buries himself into my pussy.