I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder. His fingers tighten and he holds me like that, cuffed and breathing harshly until I do as he commands.
I look on as Gage stands opposite of me, the bed between us. Around us, I hear the soft cries of women and moans of men.
“Part those pretty thighs for him. Let him see how wet you already are for my brother.”
The bed to my left dips with the weight of Rush putting a knee on the edge. He’s next to Aziel, his lips brushing just north of Aziel’s claiming hold on my throat. I swallow tightly and draw in a tight breath.
I moan when I feel the thick throb of both Aziel and Rush’s cock press into me—one from behind and the other against my thigh. I shudder with the thrill and filthiness of it all burning through me.
Rush’s strong fingers find the underside of my breasts. He palms the ample weight and twists the hard tip of my nipple between his fingers. Exquisite pain razors through me until I feel nothing but the fiery flames of pleasure. His dark head dips and I arch into his waiting mouth the second his lips wrap around the turgid peak.
“Rush.” My breath catches on his name and those glittering desires I see shining back at me through his piercing gaze when he looks up at me with a mouth full of my breasts shoot straight to my throbbing clit. Warmth spills down my thighs and I reach for the juices. Under normal circumstances, I would let them do all the work since my body is tired of my own touches. But right now they are dragging out my pleasure when what I really want is to come. Now.
I stroke a finger through the seam of my pussy and bring my juices up to coat every aching part of me.
“Naughty girl,” Gage rumbles, taking my hand in his. He pulls my coated fingers to his mouth. My lips fall open on a whispered moan at the sight of him hungry for what I have to offer. One by one I watch him take each finger between his warm lips. He tenderly sucks, swirling his tongue over and under until my dripping fingers are clean of my juices.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t taste any sweeter,” Gage offers in a brusque tone next to my ear.
Rush moves to my other nipple. “Mm. Gage is right. Fucking delicious. You’re doing beautifully.” His words of encouragement soothe the tremble in my fingers. I rake them through his long hair and pull him back to my aching nipples.
Soft moans come from the crowd and I let my eyes drift closed again. Feeling. I’m doing this to feel.
Hands with years of calluses scrape across my skin.
Gage’s. I’m already learning the difference between their caresses. Gage is rough and demanding whereas Aziel’s is firm and slow. Like he wants to savor every inch of my body—memorize it.
Rush on the other hand is all about zeroing in on certain parts of me. Pleasure points first and then he’ll get to stroking the rest of my heated skin.
Together they are a perfect balance. My heart shudders and quakes in my chest. These men, their burning touches and husked words will all be the death of my heart.
Aziel presses more of his hard body along mine. A thick arm encases me and my oiled body is pulled against an unforgiving muscled one. Just when I think he’s going to release my throat he tightens a fraction. I swallow past his tight grip that stops just short of cutting off my air. The more pleasure Rush gives to my breasts, the more Aziel’s hold on my throat turns claiming. Not until I can't breathe but until all my focus and energy is on him and his friends.
“You like it a little rough, don’t you?” He runs the tip of his warm, teasing tongue over the shell of my ear, causing me to shudder in his grip.
“Our little innocent Belle thinks her beasts are tamed. Let’s show her just how wild we are, gentlemen.”
Gage and Rush both chuckle. “Let’s see if she uses her safe word.”
Wearing nothing more than a sheer layer of bravado, I am pressed forward until my hands brace my weight, ass in the air. Everything in me screams for me to run. That what they have planned will leave me ruined. Both physically and emotionally. I am not going anywhere. I want what I want.
Someone drizzles hot oil over each ass cheek and then…oh! I fall forward when hands begin to spread the cherry and cinnamon-scented liquid over the globes of my ass. Instead of feeling shy about my body being exposed, I feel a certain power in knowing I am giving pleasure to others. They feel because of me. And the warmth inside me chases away the cold of my lonely life.
I have power here.
My eyes travel up the hard body in front of me and I reach out to stroke my hand over Gage’s hard length. He chuckles and moves a little closer. His hand slips into my hair and I moan from the deep pleasure of his touch holding me firmly. Silk glides over hard steel as I work him from base to tip, drawing his pre-cum to the tip of his swollen head. He guides it to my mouth and I open at his silent request.
My God, this man is gorgeous. I sigh around the girth of his cock pushing past my lips.
Behind me, strong fingers spread me wide. There is a small table with an assortment of toys wheeled over by a hooded figure who quickly slinks back into the shadows. Dildos, more oils, and something small that looks made of glass with a pretty fat diamond-shaped jewel on the end of it.
Gage’s grip on my hair turns from gently guiding to demanding. Unable to move, he pushes in deeper until the fat head of his cock taps the back of my throat. I swallow and the movement earns me a masculine grunt of appreciation. He withdraws, leaving the head holding my mouth open.
I pull back and look up to see a fierce fire burning in his dark eyes which only makes my core burn hotter. Girl-cum spills to mix with the edible oils between my thighs.
I’m pushed forward until my chest is flat on the bed and my ass is impossibly bare. Their words of encouragement from earlier have my lips sealed and my mind wanting to forget I have a safe word.
And this is where it all becomes a jumbled mess of sensations. Hands, lips, cocks. I can’t tell anyone from the other and I don’t want to. I fall into a bliss of pleasure.