I’ll take whatever they’re willing to give, because theodds of this ever happening to me again are slim to none. A girl knows better than to let an opportunity like this slide. And it’s that thought that has me throwing caution well and truly to the wind, or however you say it, because I am done with these games. I want them, I wanted them out in that forest, and I don’t care how that makes me look.
“Please. I need you. I want you all buried so fucking deep inside me that I forget my own name. Please,Sir…” I raise my head, hoping that Jason understands that it’s him that I’m talking to. “Please, let them fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.” The growl that escapes Myer’s lips has my own tilting into a cocky smirk.
They’re all ownershippy and shit. Like they're desperate to claim me, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love it. Footsteps draw closer, each one stealing a little more of my breath.
“Taste her.” I think it’s Jason’s voice, coming out raw, dripping with need as he cups my cheek. His thumb traces my lips, tugging the bottom one down before slipping inside. “Suck,” he orders, and I do just that. My thoughts evaporate when Myers’s hot, wet tongue glides through my pussy, sending a surge of intense pleasure all over my body. Jason removes his thumb, and I cry out through parted lips, inhaling several sharp, needy breaths.
“Oh my God!” My wrists scream as I twist, thechains the only thing keeping me from crumbling into a quivering mess of torment and pleasure.
“She tastes so fucking good. Better than I’d ever imagined.” Myers’s gravelly voice vibrates against my pussy, and before I can react, Ghost’s hands grip my hips tighter, then in one decisive motion, buries himself inside me with unrestrained urgency.
“Fuck!” Ghost groans, and I’m a fucking goner. I surrender to the delirium threatening to unravel me seam by seam.
“Oh m-my,” I whisper as he slowly pulls back, then starts to thrust in and out of me, hard and fast with a fierceness that borders on the edge of madness. “Your pretty wet cunt was made for me, Harlequin. Made for us,” Ghost murmurs, his voice low and possessive. It’s all I can do not to beg them to unchain me and let me take what I want from them, right fucking now.
Air barely reaches my burning lungs when I realize that Myers is still licking my pussy, which means his body is positioned somewhere between my spread legs.
“Do you like the taste of his cock fucking our woman?” Jason says, and I’d be a fucking liar if I said I didn’t like that he’s claiming me as theirs.
Myers is eating me out while Ghost is fucking me senseless, and Jesus fucking Christ, I’m going to come. Myers mumbles something unintelligible, and I buck against his tongue, needing more.
So much more.
My pussy clenches around Ghost’s cock, and I let out a long, drawn-out moan when Myers’s tongue enters me.
“Fuck, baby,” Ghosts chokes out, but I don’t think he’s talking to me. “Taste us. Swallow every fucking drop of us, babe.” His breathing grows frantic as he fucks into me harder, hitting that sweet spot, and it pushes me closer and closer to the precipice of transcendence. I wish I could see them. The blindfold is borderline torture. It only makes me feel desperate, more than I already am, because all I want to do is watch them fuck me.
I can’t tell if they’re together, as in, together-together, or if they’re just caught up in the same madness that I am, but this is easily the hottest thing I have ever experienced in my entire fucking life.
I stop thinking and just feel, relying on all of my senses, save for my covered eyes. I’m acting on the pure, sexual instinct that's sending electric waves of pleasure straight to my throbbing core, and I buck and buck, not caring how I look as I desperately chase my release. Myers closes his mouth around my clit, and my whole body starts to tense. Ghost goes absolutely feral when a loud moan escapes my parted lips, fucking me into oblivion.
“Oh! Fuck! Yes! Please don't stop!” I almost scream, the sensation overtaking me, too powerful to contain.
“Uh-uh, baby girl,” Jason says softly, and the airaround the room immediately shifts. Ghost and Myers stiffen at the sound of Jason’s voice, obeying him without question.
“W-what?No.Why?” My breath catches, and I don’t even try to hide my disappointment. I am completely theirs, and they know it.
“You’ll come when I fucking tell you to, and it won’t be until all your tight fucking holes are dripping with our cum. Got it?” Jason growls, and I bow my head lower in submission.
“Yes, Sir,” I answer, my voice shaky.
“Good girl,” he purrs, and I feel even more naked as the strangers step away from me, standing at the mercy of Jason. I straighten, my arms tingling from being restrained, but I push past it. Jason fists my hair, then forces my head back, until I can feel the breath of sharp, cold metal across my skin, tracing a path downward before settling between my breasts. It takes me a second to realize he’s holding a knife, and I don’t dare to move.
Unease coils around my heart, and my breaths start to quicken. He must notice my reaction because he resumes his trail further down my body.
“You are a fucking temptress, Bailey. You were made to dance in the dark for the monsters kneeling at your feet,” he praises, his deep voice etched with something dark and dangerous as he traces the blade around my navel. My skin comes alive beneath his knife, and amoan escapes my lips as the cold edge glides lower, and lower, until the hilt presses against my aching clit. “Made to be worshipped…” he says, rubbing my clit in slow circles, and my whole world tightens until I can barely stand. Hands grip me on either side, steadying my trembling body as Jason’s knife draws me closer to breaking. “... Made to ruin us, darling,” he breathes, right before pushing the hilt inside me.
He fucks me with his knife, in and out, pressing a thumb to my swollen clit, working me into a frenzy.
I’m weightless. Drifting somewhere between divinity and rapture as I lose myself to the blissful feeling crashing over me.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful. Your pussy is soaked, Stalker,” a voice beside me breathes out before the knife is removed, and I’m being lifted. My legs wrap around Jason’s body by impulse, and he grips tightly to my ass, holding me firmly against him. I whine impatiently because I’ve lost count of how many times they’ve denied me release.
“I told you, baby. You’ll come when I say so, and it will be on all our fucking cocks.”
CHAPTER TEN
COLTON
