“No!” I shout, as the warm glow inside me fades away again. “Please! Please, God, please…” All of a sudden, I start to cry, big heaving sobs that shake right out from my chest.
I’m shocked at myself. I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m not sad. I’m not even upset. I’m just turned on, and frustrated, and right at the end of my rope. There’s too much pressure boiling up in me, I have to release it somehow. If I don’t get to come soon, I’m going to scream. I rub myself against the mattress furiously, searching for any kind of friction, but my damp skin just slips over the silk.
“Shh.” Josh says, sitting up and wiping my cheeks. “Shh, sweetheart.” He leans in for a kiss. “It’s okay.”
I shake my head mutely. It’s not okay. My whole body is trembling, pounding, hurting. I’m so on edge that I spasm as he strokes his hand soothingly over my hip. “Please,” I gasp. “Please, please.”
“Zack, she’s had enough,” Luke says, kneeling down at the foot of the bed and rubbing his cheek against my thigh.
“Aye,” Zack says. “You have. C’mere, precious.” I feel hands on my wrists, tugging at the fabric, and then my arms are gently lowered to my sides. At my feet, Luke is untying my ankles. Finally able to move again, I flop back on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. The men murmur over my head for a moment, then the mattress shifts and creaks as Zack sits down on the bed next to me, scooping me up in his muscled arms. I bury my face in his bare chest, rubbing into his chest hair as I try to catch my breath. I’m sopping and pulsing and desperate between my legs, so sore and sensitive I could scream.
“Please.”
“You did so good,” he says, rocking me. “Are you ready to come now, love?”
“Please,” I rasp. “Oh, God. Please, please.”
He gives me one long, hot kiss that has me keening and trying to press closer — then he lays me out gently on the bed and stretches his muscled body over mine. His erection is a hard press between my damp thighs. I squirm my hips against his, trying desperately to push him into me.
He laughs. “Easy, lass. Hold on to me.” He takes my arms and wraps them around his neck, then finally, finally, guides his thick, smooth head to my fluttering entrance.
As soon as his hard rod pushes inside of me, cleaving through my swollen inner walls, I come immediately. My scream of relief is muffled into his neck as my entire body shakes uncontrollably against him. He makes a garbled noise deep in his chest, holding me closer as I shudder over and over, painful waves convulsing through my overstimulated, sweaty body. It feels like my release lasts forever. Every minute of getting tortured until I was hot and aching is now finally getting paid back, and the sensation is so strong it carries me away.
Zack talks me through it. “That’s it,” he murmurs in my ear. “We’ll have you coming so many times you forget your own damn name.”
The thought is so hot I almost come again right there. I peer over his shoulder. “Where—”
I see two sets of eyes fixed on me. Josh and Luke have both sat down in chairs opposite the bed and are watching intently.
“Don’t worry about them,” Zack murmurs. “They’ll get their turns. And they love to watch.” He bites my cheek. “Hard and fast, okay, love?”
I choke and nod, and he pulls out a fraction. I have a few seconds to wince at the horrible empty feeling before he grunts and slams back into me. His full, heavy balls slap against my pelvis. Heat jolts through my body, and I scrabble at his back as his thick length rubs my inner walls, sending sparks through me.
True to his word, Zack screws me hard and rough. I flop against him, each thrust jerking my body around like a rag doll. Even though his movements are brutal, he holds me gently, cupping my cheek tenderly. His big thumb strokes up my cheekbone as he rams into me harder.
“You’re perfect, L,” he pants between thrusts. “Always knew you were.”
“Come,” I pant. “Oh God. Come, Zack. You need to come.” Already, I can feel my second release bubbling up inside me. I writhe on his dick, gasping and sweating, desperate to reach it.
“No,” he retorts.
I blink up at him. “W-what?”
He tightens his grip on my hips, his nails digging into my skin, and changes the angle. I gasp, choking on air.
“Made you wait so long,” he forces out through gritted teeth. “Now I wanna see you come. Over and over. We ain’t stopping.”