17

Ava
Sucking cock wasn’t on my list of accomplishments, but as soon as I’d held Christian’s thick shaft in my hand, all the fantasies that had chased every dream exploded in my mind. The taste of him was salty yet sweet, much like Weston had been. I was shocked how large both men were, even more so that they were able to fit into my mouth.
I hadn’t anticipated wanting this, even if I’d secretly admired them from afar.
“Baby. You are just off the chain,” Weston murmured as he ran his fingers through my hair. His legs were shaking, every muscle in his body stiffening almost from the beginning. The musky scent of his testosterone filled my senses, creating a series of tingles that matched the ache felt in my butt cheeks.
The spanking had been harsh yet erotic, pushing me to the edge of reason and sanity. For the first time in my life, it had felt as if I was flying free from the tethers of my life. And dear God, I wanted more.
Weston fisted my hair at the scalp, holding me in place. “Open your mouth, little pet. You’re going to take every inch.”
I did as he commanded, swirling my tongue around his shaft as he gently pushed several inches inside. As soon as I began to suck, his breathing changed, more labored than before. They were all beautiful men, but there was something softer about Weston. Maybe because he didn’t come from cold-blooded killers like Clinton and Christian. He was someone I almost believed I could trust, even if he would stop at nothing to take what he wanted.
After squeezing his balls, I hungrily engulfed another two inches. But that wasn’t enough. He shoved my head down until my lower lip was resting on his testicles. I gagged but did what I could to relax my throat even as my eyes watered. His pants fell to the floor, and I wrapped my arm around his hips, pressing my hand against his rock-hard ass.
Goddamn the man was built, every muscle carved to perfection. As he started to pump, taking over control as Christian had, I continued to stroke the base. The moment and experience kept me lightheaded, my mind still trying to process everything that had happened. The thought of being their captive was insanely enticing.
I sensed Clinton’s return. I could also smell his need, as if seeing me with the other two had been too much for him to tolerate. Weston laughed, pushing my shoulders then lifting my chin with a single finger. “That’s just the beginning, baby. I’m going to take your tight little asshole.”
“You might have to fight me for it,” Christian growled.
“She’s mine to claim first.” Clinton’s voice had a deep vibrato, the husky sound adding to the anticipation.
Weston tugged me to my feet, and when I glanced at Clinton as he approached, I pressed my hand over my mouth. He was even more enticing naked, the deep ‘V’ leading from his abdomen making me shiver. A flicker of gold drew my attention to his thick cock, the piercing something I’d heard about but never seen before. Kennedy had mentioned that it added to the sensations, able to cause a powerful orgasm. I wouldn’t know.
He had an indescribable look on his face, immediately jerking me off my feet, forcing my legs around his sculpted hips. Then he strode toward the wall, shoving me against the hard surface with just enough force that I moaned.
“They got to experience your wet mouth, but I get to fuck your tight pussy first, sweet pet.” He pushed me further up the wall, and I struggled to hold on, digging my fingers into his shoulders.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’re not going anywhere.” He hoisted me up even further until my legs were wrapped around his shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I had no clue how I’d managed to speak at all.
“I’m a hungry man who needs to be fed. And you’re the sweetest thing around.” He wrapped his lip around my clit, immediately pulling the tender tissue between his lips.
“Oh. My. God.” I was thrown into a complete moment of rapture, stunned from the number of electric shocks coursing through me like white lightning. Every sound he made was like an animal in heat, and within seconds, my hardened bud was tender from the roughness of his actions.
But I could care less, the pleasure unlike anything I’d imagined. I lifted one arm over my head, slapping my hand against the wall, tangling the fingers of my other in his thick hair. Saying I was lightheaded didn’t cut it. I was lost in a sea of pleasure that I hadn’t known existed. “Oh. Oh. Oh.”
He finally released my clit, dragging his tongue up and down the length of my slickened folds. I tossed my head back and forth the second he darted his tongue into my tight channel. Then I heard myself laughing, then moaning, my toes curling from the intensity of his actions.
Panting, I noticed both Christian and Weston had finally removed their clothes, not so patiently waiting for their turn by the stern expressions on their faces.
I was allowed to bask in their ruggedness until my vision became too fuzzy from the rapture.
“Mmmm… So sweet. Nectar of the gods,” Clinton murmured, then buried his head in my wetness. He was an expert at what he was doing, bringing me close, then pulling back.
I laughed nervously, my heart thudding against my chest. My toes were curled as the first hint of a climax tickled my senses. It was incredible someone could bring me to this point with his mouth alone. I clenched my eyes shut, bucking hard against his hold.
Clinton growled and dug his fingers into my hips. “Come for me, little pet. Don’t make me tell you twice.”
The deep rumble of his voice and heated breath against my wetness was all that was needed. He sucked on my clit once again, and I erupted in a powerful orgasm. No vibrator could do what this man was doing to me, pushing every button, driving the rest of my inhibitions aside.
“Yes. Yes! Oh, yes!” My cries were bedraggled and there was no sense in opening my eyes. There was no chance I could focus on anything.
Yet I heard the other two hungry men and their labored breathing. It wouldn’t be long until they returned to take possession. Wasn’t this every girl’s fantasy? Three men?
I bit back another cry, fighting to keep my mind intact as another orgasm swept through me. This time, my scream was little more than strangled syllables, the ecstasy so intense.
Seconds later, Clinton kissed and licked the inside of one thigh, then the other before easing me down by a few inches. But he wasn’t about to let me get away, thrusting the entire length of his cock deep inside. When he shifted, I could feel his piercing rubbing against my pussy walls. The intensity was incredible, tiny prickles of heat jetting through me like rocket fire.
My muscles stretched, a flash of pain because of his huge girth quickly turning into such intense pleasure that I couldn’t make a single sound. I felt a smile cross my face as I trembled in his hold. He pulled all the way out, driving into me again, shoving me against the wall.
“So tight, my pet. So fucking tight. I’m going to stretch you. Fuck you. Fill you. Isn’t that what you want?”
“Yes.”
“Mmm… I thought so. All those times you masturbated in the shower, were you thinking of us?”
I wanted to be incensed, disgusted that I’d been right about the cameras, but his filthy words only enticed me more. “Maybe.” I was breathless with my answer, my skin both crawling and tingling at the same time. The array of emotions was killing me as much as his tempting words thrilled the hungry girl inside. I was torn between driving my fingers into his stunning eyes and clinging to his massive shoulders as he fucked me like a bad little girl.
“Maybe? I guess I’ll need to convince you.” He lowered his head, nipping my lower lip as he pulled out, plunging into me again. His breath was scattered, hot as Hades as he blew across my face. It only added to the wildfire threatening to consume me.
Even through the thick walls, I could hear thunder rumbling all around us, another flash of lightning catching my breath. I closed my eyes, allowing the fantasy to take over. When I sensed movement, I held my breath, Clinton pulling me away from the wall. Another set of hands brushed down my back, caressing my skin as a lover would do.
But these men and this experience wasn’t about romance but sheer fucking, taking a possession so others would know to keep their hands off. I wasn’t certain I minded. Was this what being one of the chosen was about? For a fleeting second, I considered it until I felt fingers sliding down the crack of my ass. They were wet, slickened with something.
Moaning, I opened my eyes, stretching to see Weston was right behind me. His eyes danced like flames licking at crackling logs, the wry smile on his face more seductive than before.
“Your ass is mine,” he growled, then pressed a single finger inside my dark hole.
I was thrown by the shame of being invaded this way, the heat climbing from my core, exploding into my extremities. My arms and legs tingled, my pulse racing, I was terrified and aroused, the combination damning.
“That’s it, little pet. You’re going to feel so full,” Clinton whispered as he lowered his head, licking the shell of my ear.
A single crack to my aching bottom pushed a series of moans from my throat. That was the moment Weston added a second finger, stretching them open as he began to pump into my asshole.
“Even tighter,” he murmured. “Maybe we’ll have you wear a plug all day and all night. Yes. I think that’s what we need to do.”
“I’ll order several,” Christian said from a few feet away. His laugh was dark and dangerous, a promise of things to come. While Clinton was pure evil, his lack of humanity evident in everything he did, I sensed Christian was the most sadistic of the three, thriving on providing pain well before pleasure.
I craved it. God help me but I did.