The buzz has worn off and there is only the pulsing need in my pussy now, the urge to be released.
I’m slick beneath him. He’s hard as a rock.
A moan escapes my raw throat as the pressure at my clit builds and builds. I wiggle beneath him like a cat in heat trying to get any kind of friction against my swollen nub.
Pan knows exactly what I’m doing.
He reaches around to cup me and then stops, his cock buried inside of me.
I gasp out, choke on the breath.
“Do you want to come, Darling?” he asks, his voice rough at my ear.
“Yes,” I say, barely a word at all.
“Beg for it.”
“What?”
“Beg for it, Darling.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, try to come back to my body. I think my soul has left and is floating off to the stars.
I haven’t felt this awake in…ever.
“Please,” I say and suck in another breath. “Please can I come?”
His fingers shift against me, finding that swollen heat. I cry out, jolt beneath him.
He goes still again, pulls his cock out a fraction, then pushes forward slowly, teasingly.
I’m practically vibrating against the table.
“Please, Pan. Oh god.”
“Go on then,” he says. “Come for me while the Lost Boys watch.”
Then he swirls two fingers around my clit, pumping into me, and I let go.
I am flying.
Soaring.
White stars blink behind my eyes as all the air rushes out of me and a shrill moan escapes my throat.
My nerves burn with pleasure as the heat cascades through my pussy and I clench around him as he drives in deep.
He grows harder, harder, filling me up and then his hands sink to my hips and he slams into me and growls so loudly it makes me shiver.
He rides through the orgasm, angling up against my inner wall, the head of his cock throbbing as he spills the last of his cum.
When he pulls out of me, I slump against the table, panting.
I think that must be it but then Bash comes around the table, a significant bulge in his pants.
“Can I?” Bash asks.
Peter Pan drops into a chair and nods his consent.
Bash gets behind me, still bent over the table. He’s bare for me in seconds and nestles into my heat. “Little Darling whore, such a filthy little mess.”
I shiver beneath his words.
“Brother,” he says. “Get over here.”
Kas hesitates and I lift off the table to look down the length of it at him.
There is something dark in his eyes. A hunger he doesn’t want to satiate.
Kas is the nice one, but I don’t think he’s nice enough to deny what he wants to take.
He gets up, kicks a chair aside and comes to the edge of the table by my face.
“Fuck yeah,” Bash says as he pushes into me. “Wrap those pretty little lips around my brother’s cock.”
Kas doesn’t wait. Now that he’s made his decision, he’s ready to act on it.
He takes a length of my hair, wraps it around his fist and guides my mouth over his length.
He fills me up as Bash starts pumping into me.
My heart races in my ears and thuds heavily in my chest.
Kas fucks my mouth roughly, hitting the back of my throat. I gasp, choking on him, and Bash tightens his grip on my hips. “Take it all, Darling. Be a good girl.”
Holy shit.
Fuck, this is hot.
Tears fill my eyes as the twins fill me up, fucking me in both holes, relentlessly, mercilessly.
And as they do, I catch sight of Peter Pan in the shadows, watching me get fucked with a look on his face that I think is satisfaction.
And out of all of it tonight, that is what makes me feel most powerful.
I am so fucking alive.
Bash thrusts harder, faster. Kas pumps into my mouth, groaning deep in his chest.
“You ready to fill her up, brother?” Bash says.
“Fuck yeah, I am,” Kas says.
And in some kind of fucked up twin synchronicity, they both come at the same time.
Kas spills down my throat and his cum beads sweetly on my tongue just as Bash slams into me from behind with a low grunt.
I lock eyes with Peter Pan.
His gaze is glinting, his lips wet.
I didn’t come again, but it almost feels like I did because my nerves are blinking and my belly alighting.
The boys pull out of me and I stay bent over the table breathing heavily through the tingling aftershocks.
“No one else touches her,” Pan says. “Do you understand me?”
Bash is still breathing heavily. “Got it.”
Vane’s footsteps come around the table. A shiver creeps down my spine as I sense him taking up the space behind me.