Axel’s fingers twitch against the rim of the tub, and for the first time since we started, his lips part. “You’re all insane,” he breathes, his voice thick with need. Garrett leans in, his mouth ghosting along the side of Axel’s neck.
“It’s okay to enjoy yourself, my love,” he mutters, dragging his fingers through the water, trailing them up Axel’s chest. “Let us do this for you.” Axel releases a slow, shuddering breath, and he zeroes his gaze on me, watching every detail in perfect clarity.
“You guys are evil,” Axel states, his jaw tight. Huxley pushes to stand, and lets out a soft hum.
“Only a little.” The flush to Axel’s cheeks is subsiding, his embarrassment waning as the water starts to move with more vigor. He’s stroking himself beneath the bubbles. My view is blocked by Hux shedding his sweatpants and tossing them aside, his cock jutting thick and proud between us. I lick my lips but he slowly shakes his head.
“I don’t need any more encouragement to cum quicker. Just looking at you all flushed like this gets me halfway there.” Hux trails the red patches blossoming across my neck and chest. Settling his hands on my hips, he jerks me against his dick and leans in, just enough to feel his breath against my lips, but he doesn’t close the space entirely. He waits, letting me chase him. The room is still, the air thick with anticipation, with something reckless and untamed crackling between all of us. I smirk just before I close the distance.
The moment our lips touch, it’s electric. Hux releases a low moan against my mouth, his hand coming up, fingers threading into my hair, and gripping tight as if he can’t help himself. The kiss is slow at first, all for show, but then something snaps inside him, and he’s pulling me closer, tilting his head to deepen it. The taste of him is intoxicating, something spicy and heady flooding my senses.
His restraint slips and he lifts me to straddle his hips. I’m not sure who lines up Hux’s cock with my entrance, but given that it’s two hands, I’m presuming it’s Wyatt. He holds Hux’s shaft without reservation, gliding it into my soaking cunt in one smooth thrust. I tense, my toes curling and back going rigid. As soon as Hux is seated fully, I relax on a groan. He’s so thick, so filling, and I’ve missed this.
The others are still there, watching, their presence a constant, charged hum in the back of my mind. Wyatt’s fingers trace along my spine, soothing and possessive. Dax’s lips ghost along my shoulder, whispering words of encouragement.
“You take him so well, Swan. I love watching you stretch over someone else’s cock.” The reaction I have to Dax’s bold words is alightning bolt of lust slamming through my core. Hux rocks within me, retracting and slamming back home. All the while, Garrett’s hand rests on Axel’s chest, their eyes trained on our display. This time, it’s Wyatt who leans in to catch my ear beneath his teeth.
“Does he feel as good as I do, Angel? Or would you like Hux to have some assistance?” My mind reels, and although Huxley grunts, he doesn’t reject the notion. Hux knows I belong to all of them, that they all have the right to pleasure me whenever they see fit. A finger slides through my ass cheeks and settles over my puckered hole. I arch back, encouraging Wyatt to continue exploring. To make me feel as euphoric as I know he can.
Hux creates a steady pace, sliding in and out of me with more measured control than I could muster. He coaxes moans from my lips, drawing my focus between his cock and Wyatt’s mischievous finger. Wyatt lowers to spit over the curve of my ass, using his saliva to push his finger into my hole and work me into a frenzy. I feel myself contract, the edge of a blinding orgasm about to tear me in half.
“I…I,” my voice fails me. Dax gently grabs my chin, twisting me to stare into his blue eyes.
“Use your words, Swan. Tell us what you want and we’ll obey.” I swallow, trying to wet my throat through my gasping. Hux doesn’t relent his steady, harsh thrusts.
“I don’t think Axel can see properly.” Dax’s answering grin is wicked, one I imprint in my brain. Releasing my chin from the grip of his good hand, he nudges Huxley’s shoulder to turn and naturally, Wyatt follows. I find Wyatt’s chest behind me again, giving me something to brace against when my body can’t stay upright. All I can do is to be used, fucked and worshipped.
Garrett’s grip tightens on Axel’s shoulder, his breathing uneven. Axel’s eyes are on fire, his pupils blown wide as he watches Huxley shatter me into a million pieces. My orgasm hits so hard and fast, I can’t control the strangled sound that escapes my throat. All I know is, it’s loud.
Huxley’s hold on me is unrelenting, his strength the only thing keeping me tethered as the pleasure crashes through me, dragging me under like a riptide. My fingers claw at his shoulders, desperate to hold on as the world tilts on its axis. My body goes taut as I gasp and moan,and just as I’m about to come down, Hux breaks. He erupts inside of me, the repetitive throb of his shaft prolonging my rapture. His shoulders and chest shudder, his groan low in his throat.
Removing his finger from my back passage, Wyatt helps to ease me to the floor before both he and Hux step away to clean themselves up. I stand on shaky legs, cum dripping down my thighs as Dax takes over, standing behind me and winding an arm around my middle.
“Look at how much you affect us, Swan.”
I force my heavy-lidded gaze to focus, to take in the scene unfolding before me. Axel’s jaw is clenched so tight it could shatter, sweat pebbled over his forehead. He continues to stroke himself in the water, his hazel eyes dazed and cheeks tinged pink. Garrett’s fingers dance absently over Axel’s collarbone, like he’s testing, teasing, waiting for the inevitable.
“Feel like giving a girl a hand, Gare?” I tilt a brow. His smile is devilish, but to everyone’s surprise, Garrett shakes his head.
“Not this time, Peach. I’m not having sex again until Axel’s ready.” Axel jerks his head aside, his brow furrowed but he says nothing. I think he’s past the point of comprehension. His every muscle coiled with tension, the warring need in his gaze enough to make my stomach tighten all over again. I feel Dax shrug against my back and he nudges me a few paces forward.
“Your loss, Gare.” Lowering his arm to my thighs, Dax scoops two fingers through Hux’s cum and pushes it back into me. I gasp, shock and something much darker churning in my core. He does it again and again, fighting a losing battle with gravity but no one cares. Even Hux and Wyatt have returned to watch, also stunned by Dax’s brazen movements. Everyone’s attention is on my body, the way I clench onto Dax’s fingers each time and shudder when he retracts.
I’m a limbless wanton mess by the time he finishes, and his hand flattens on my upper back to bend me forward. Reaching out, I grasp the edge of the bathtub, my breath quickening as Dax shoves his lounge pants down and slams home into me from behind. I cry out, my breasts bouncing. Dax fucks me with reckless abandon. There’s no taming him this evening, and I never want to ever again. This version of Dax is so different, so alive and free. Sobold.
Wyatt doesn’t stay away for long, planting himself on the edge of the bathtub still fully dressed in casual shorts and a T-shirt. I’m about tocomplain that Axel’s missing out, but his groans fill the room a second later as he finishes himself into his bathwater.
Wyatt follows Dax’s lead, gathering the cum on my thighs with his fingers, but instead of using it as lubricant, he jerks my jaw wide and pushes his fingers into my mouth. The telltale salty taste of Hux bursts across my tongue. I groan, sucking his digits clean whilst Dax propels me into another devastating climax.
Hux’s silhouette appears through my star-speckled vision, his fingers vigorously rubbing my clit pushing me through one orgasm and straight into the next. My squeezing takes Dax down with me, and all the while, Wyatt continues to hand feed me cum. I don’t pay attention to who lifts and lowers into the bath, only that my body has never felt so weightless. I lean against Axel’s shoulder on his good side, trying to catch my breath. Garrett shifts to my side, dutifully smoothing my hair beneath the water.
“That was a stunning display, Peach.” His dark eyes appraise me with something close to pride. I twist to peer up at Axel.
“Did you enjoy your show?” A small, lazy smile creeps over my face. Axel’s brows are pinched and I know we’ve exerted him, but I also know he was going just as stir crazy in this house as us. Even more so. He needs a distraction, and more than that, he needs some good memories here. Ones that are created on his terms. Peeking his hazel eyes through heavy lids, Axel manages a slight shift of his lips.
“Same time tomorrow?”
Chapter Twenty Six
