I almost forget my name and location.
I’ve never, ever been like this or thought I could be so enthusiastic about pleasuring a man with my mouth, but Tobias tastes like something that fell from heaven. Maybe it’s the filth he’s gritting out from behind his teeth or the way he strokes my cheekbone with a reverent thumb even as he’s prodding my throat, holding, holding until I cough. Or maybe it’s Banks and Gabe grunting in pain while they fist themselves, eager for a turn. Whatever the reason, I’m suddenly starved for their tastes in my mouth, I can’t seem to do anything but give.
“Animals, huh?” Gabe exhales roughly, wrapping a free length of my hair around his fist and tugging my mouth right, pressing his broad head between my lips without preamble, my knees scrambling on the floor to change directions, my eyes at half-mast, even though I want them open. Want to see and taste and experience everything about these men. “That’s what you turned me into when you sent us that picture of you in those baby blue panties. I see it every time I blink, you’ve fucked me up so bad.”
Until right now, I haven’t acknowledged how much it turns me on that I can make Gabe peak so fast. But it does. And it’s happening now. He’s swelling so quickly in my mouth, I know he won’t last long if I keep this fast-paced drag of my lips and tongue and teeth, the smooth part of my knuckles teasing the seam of his balls. I’m crying out around his flesh, the rapid heightening of his pleasure is such an aphrodisiac.
“It’s the perfect mouth, isn’t it, Gabe?” Tobias asks, his voice like the deepest, darkest region of a cave, his fingers still twisting in my hair. “So beautiful and generous. So excited to be full of cock. Are you going to come in it?”
“Yes,” Gabe lets out on a burst of air, his hips beginning to move roughly. Unevenly.
Yes. Please.
I wrap both fists around his inches and service him deeper, more thoroughly. I want to hear that choked sound he makes when it’s too much. On an upstroke, I wiggle my tongue into the slit at the very top and he yanks himself out of my mouth with a curse. “No.” He clamps down hard on his swollen flesh. “I’m going to learn to last for you.”
I’m on the brink of launching a formal protest when Banks blocks my view of Gabe and then I’m being occupied nearly to the throat. He stands over me like a conqueror, stepping closer and closer until I lose balance on my knees and now I’m on my backside again, my mouth being used like a pleasure tool, male groans hitting me in surround sound.
A change has come over Banks and I like it. I like the man who always checks in with me about my boundaries, but I also love this man who knows when it’s time to exploit them. I’ve felt him inside of me and remember how hard he gets, almost like there is no slack available in his entire body and he wants me to know that. Wants me to know he’s unbendable.
He looks me in the eye while he plows slowly and deeply into my mouth, Gabe and Tobias holding me steady with hands on my shoulders, fists tangled in my hair. I meant it wholeheartedly when I asked them to be animals. To overwhelm me. And not only are they giving me exactly what I want, it’s been inside of them ready to pounce all along.
“Maybe you run away because you want to be caught, Elise.” He sinks thickly into my mouth until I can’t take any more, drops his head back and hisses at the ceiling. Then with a visible will, he pulls himself free and draws me to my feet. “What do you think about that?”
“I don’t know.” I barely recognize my own voice. It sounds raw and vulnerable. “Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Tobias echoes, whirling me around. “We can do better than maybe. If you want to be caught, it must be because you need the consequences. Put your hands on my shoulders.” Too overcome by the potency of them to question anything, I do as he asks, my fingertips reveling in the hard ridges of muscle. “Good girl,” he says, kissing my mouth in one hot slant, speaking against it. “Show off that beautiful ass to Gabe. Shake it at him a little. Tease him. We are all painfully aware that you love getting him off.”
“I love doing it for all of you,” I whisper urgently, because apparently, I’m allergic to lying or playing it close to the vest when every erogenous zone in my body is throbbing. But again, I tilt my hips back and writhe my butt in the air like I’m giving a lap dance and my knees almost give out over the groans that come behind me.
“Gabe, aren’t you a little frustrated by how fast she makes you need to come?”