“Hold her legs,” Gabriel tells Noah. “I don’t want her to wriggle away from this one.”
Ohhhh, I don’t know about this…
Noah’s hands clamp down on my thighs, spreading my legs wide. Cool air grazes my pussy. I arch my back toward him. I need one of them or all of them to fill me. Eli’s fingers tangle in my hair.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers. “Whatever they’re doing to you down there, I’ll hold you through it.”
Gabriel gives a deep chuckle that reverberates through my body, right down to my toes. There’s a faint buzzing sound. I can hardly hear it over the rush of blood in my ears.
The vibrator pulses over my clit on a low setting. It feels magnificent. My thighs clench against Noah’s grip. But Gabriel’s not going gentle tonight. He turns it up and holds it in place. I whimper against Eli’s lips as the orgasm inside me builds – a monster threatening to break free of its bonds.
Gabriel slides the vibrator up and down, over my clit and then teasing my opening, pushing it in ever so slightly, just the tip, until I’m bucking against him. He removes it again for another sweep over my clit before sliding it inside me, a little further this time, just enough to make me hungry, to draw a moan from my throat.
“Please…” I groan against Eli’s lips.
“Since you said please, Claws.” Gabriel pulls away, leaving me wet and wanting. I’m ready to scream at him in frustration, but then his lips close over my clit at the same time he slides the vibrator inside me. Fuck, Germans know how to make sex toys. This thing curves into all the right places and it rubs and purrs and there’s a little stick bit that touches my clit andomigggggggg…
I come immediately. The orgasm slams into me, wrenching my limbs and bucking my hips so hard pain shoots through my gunshot wound. I strain against Noah, but he holds me down while Gabriel’s tongue dances over my clit. They make me ride it out, feel every wave as it crashes over me. The waves don’t seem to ever stop, and in each one, I lose more of my grip on the world. Eli holds me until I melt into a puddle.
I regain my sight and hearing just as Noah’s demands Gabriel hand over the vibrator. I think I need to protest, but I can’t speak. Gabriel starts to slide it out of me, but then it’s pushed back in, even deeper this time. I know it’s Noah at the helm because the strokes change – they’re rough, demanding, just the way I want it. He pushes some button and the vibrations against my clit speed up.
“Oh, oh…” I cry. My teeth graze Eli’s tongue. It’s too much.I can’t… I’m not…
“You want a cock inside you, don’t you?” Noah teases as he slams the German torture device inside me, faster, harder. He’s trying to remain in control, but the darkness inside him takes over. All he wants to do is possess me, command me, completely lose his shit.
“Y-y-yes…” I can hardly speak. I’m about to dissolve.
“Tough. I’m not going to give it to you until you come again.”
With that, he turns the vibrator up to the highest possible setting and presses it hard against my clit.
My scream must wake the entire village. I’m torn apart from the inside. I don’t know what’s pain and what’s pleasure and I don’t fucking care. My hands ball into fists and I think I bite Eli’s tongue but I’m gone, gone, gone, tumbling into an abyss from which I’ll never escape.
“Fuck, Claws.” The strain in Noah’s voice is exquisite. “I need to be inside youright now.”
Yes fucking please.
He shoves Eli aside and crawls on top of me. I draw my knees up to wrap them around him and kick Gabriel in the head.
“Ow.”
“Sorry.”
There’s another thump as Noah wiggles into position. “Noah, watch it.” Eli doesn’t sound amused.
“There’s not exactly much room to maneuver in here,” Noah growls, his cock teasing my entrance. I grit my teeth, trying not to scream in frustration.
“Maybe if you weren’t taking up all the space with your rock troll muscles…” Gabriel rubs his nose.
“You’re right. How inconsiderate of me.” Noah slides open the van door. Before I can ask what he’s doing, he grabs my hips and drags me outside. I yelp as he throws me over his shoulder. Snowflakes dust my bare skin. I try to scramble away, but Noah’s not letting go. He jogs over to the wall. The village Christmas lights swirl around me, and I realize with a start that we’re running through the moonlight, stark naked.
We reach the tower. There’s a wooden door with an ancient lock, but one kick from Noah leaves it dangling from its hinges. His breath comes out in puffs of steam as he jogs up the stairs to the viewing platform at the top.
We’re alone up here, high above the twinkling lights of the village. If I squint it’s easy to imagine the lights as lanterns, the modern restaurants as taverns, the tourist horse-drawn carriages as travelers in the night. I feel disoriented, lost in time.
Noah sets me down. I’m relieved to still be wearing my boots. My fingers close around the railing as Noah wraps an arm around me and slides his cock into me from behind.
He’s too far gone to take it slow, but I’m done with slow and careful. I want all the darkness Noah Marlowe can hurl at me. He slams into me, and I arch my back and thrust my hips back, driving out what remains of my hesitation, my trepidation, my fear.
