Page 77

He talks me through it, his deep voice strained around the edges. I expect him to come inside me, but he doesn’t, pulling away instead and leaving me trembling.

After waiting so long to come and being so worked up, all of this is almost too much. But at the same time, my body is craving more. It’s like being lost in the desert and when you finally find water, you have no choice but to gorge yourself on it, even if you probably shouldn’t, and it’s probably too much.

Tate slides in next, gazing down at me with a little smile tucked into the corner of his mouth.

He presses his cock into me, slipping in until he’s bottomed out, filling me up. “You look so pretty like this,” he murmurs.

“Like what?” I gasp out, hips grinding down to try to get more friction.

“Ruined. And we’re not even close to done with you yet.”

I don’t know if what I’m feeling is worry or excitement when he says that, but I don’t have time to dwell on it. Tate pulls my legs up to my chest, holding them there with one hand while he drives into me and uses his other hand to play with my clit.

“Oh my god,” I moan, not caring how wanton and wrecked I sound. Tate already said they like it like this. But this new angle is deep and so, so good. My eyes nearly roll back into my head as Tate snaps his hips, fucking me with short, deep strokes that send a bolt of pleasure right through me each time he drives in.

My clit throbs under his fingers, and I’m already so turned on that I end up coming hard right then and there. It surprises me so much I’m nearly silent with it, but my whole body tenses, my pussy clenching hard around Tate’s cock.

He hisses at the sensation, staring down at me. “One more,” he demands.

I shake my head. “I don’t—I don’t think I can.”

“You can,” he says. “I know you can. You can do it for me, for us. You wanted to come, right? You were begging for it just a little bit ago. Now you’re going to come as many times as we want you to.”

Oh fuck. Oh god. His voice is so deep, so sure, and I’m right back to not having any control over the pleasure coursing through me. He wants me to come again, so of course I’m going to.

And he’s right. Somehow the combination of his cock and his fingers pull another orgasm out of me, dragging it out of my body. He doesn’t stop there, even when I start wincing from how sensitive everything is. He keeps going until I come one more time for him.

Now I’m whimpering, writhing on the bed not with desperation, but with overstimulation. I feel wrung out and limp, like an overcooked pasta noodle or something.

But Tate doesn’t stop. He changes the position a little, spreading my legs and holding my knees up as he fucks me. A slick, wet sound makes me look up, and I realize Ares and Callan are on either side of the bed, jerking off with their eyes locked on me.

I can’t imagine what I look like right now, red faced and sweaty, but it’s clearly doing it for them.

“Look at you writhing on his cock,” Ares says. “Is it too much, firefly?”

“It’s so much,” I gasp back. “I don’t—I don’t think⁠—”

“Don’t think,” Callan interjects. “Just feel. You wanted to come, didn’t you?”

All I can do is nod because I did want that. It feels like hours ago that I was begging them to let me come, and now I don’t know if I want it to stop or to keep going until I black out. My body is such a confusing mix of signals.

Tate takes the decision from me, continuing his onslaught. He fucks me hard and deep, dragging his cock over all those sensitive places.

“One more,” he says. “I know you can do it. I know you have one more in you for us. Think about how good it’ll feel.”

“I can’t,” I whine. “Please, I’m so—I don’t have anything left.”

“Yes, you do. I can feel it.”

Callan groans, coming in his own fist. Ares is right behind him, and the two of them aim their cocks so the hot splatters of their cum land right on my swollen pussy.

Tate curses under his breath, and I can feel his cock twitching inside me. He starts coming too, some of it in me, and then he pulls out, letting the rest splash onto my pussy as well.

Something about that, about them losing it like this, marking me as theirs with their come, is enough to push me over the edge one last time. I scream, my body jerking with the almost painful pleasure of it, and give them what they wanted.

Everything does white out then, and I pretty much pass out before I even finish cresting that wave, everything going blurry and then dark.

32