"You like seeing your boyfriend get pounded like that?"
He tugs again, the hairs pulling sharp against my scalp. His thrusts slow, pulling my neck close to his lips. "Answer me, pretty girl."
On a strangled cry, the fear and excitement wars with my need to get off, and I rasp, "Yes." Desperately,yes. His heavy cock sits inside of me, and I squeeze my walls around him, silently begging him to move, to keep fucking me. He abruptly lets go of my hair, shoving me forward again and I'm pinned down by his limbs as he pulls back then slams forward.
There's no respite this time, the filthy, explicit wet sounds of our bodies meeting joins the forest symphony. Pleasure and pain. Sex, love, terror, the remaking of us.
I work with him, as much as I can pinned down, making small, undulating movements with my hips, and he cants his pelvis, hitting my g-spot. The build up starts low in my belly, every fiber of my being pulled taut.
Mateo fucks me into the ground and I'm flush with the earth. His hands turn from brutal and callous to ravenous. His fingers seek my nipples, pinching, grasping, squeezing my breasts.
And when I can't take it anymore, he tucks his arm beneath my stomach, pulls me closer, and I come hard.
"Oh fuck, yes, that's it, squeeze me just like that. You're such a good girl coming on my—uh, unh yesfuck!" Mateo grunts, and warmth floods within me.
Out of breath, he collapses onto my back and we pant in sync, while I try to remember what year it is.
Mateo climbs off me, and falls onto his back, laughing up into the starry night sky.
I admire him for all of a minute before a second dark figure looms over me.
Silas has his hand gripped around the nape of Noah's neck. His lip is bleeding, a look of pure euphoria painting his face.
"Get on your knees," he tells Noah, who immediately complies.
Noah winks, but it's his only break in scene. Silas kneels down in a squat, grips my wrists and pulls me up to a seat. His cock, half-hard when he walked over here, swings up from between his legs. I watch as it bobs, growing harder. I can't take my eyes off it. Thick and proud, it shudders all on its own, like it's asking, no,beggingfor more.
Silas reaches forward and grips the back of my neck the same way he held Noah into submission, like we're bad kittens.
I glance over and Mateo's sitting up again, still also half-naked, stroking his cock back to life.
I'm tired. But my safe word is so far in the back of my mind I don't even think about using it.
"That's it?" I sass.
I wish I could see his facial expression, his and Mateo's, beneath the masks.
"Oh, you are a very, very bad girl."
Shifting his grip on my hair, he shoves me forward. I scramble, intending to fight, but my body is limp and uselessagainst him. Silas shoves his fingers into my pussy, scooping out our come, then picks me up and with shocking ease, lowers me right down onto Mateo once more.
The only warning I get is when he shoves his wet fingers full of mine and Mateo's come into my ass, replacing them with his cock and breaches my entrance.
"Fuuuck!" I gasp, the intrusion so intense with Mateo already inside me.
Silas turns to Noah while balls deep in my ass, "I told you if you behaved, you'd get a treat."
Noah's grin tells me nothing, but my brain can't process much. Until I hear some shuffling of clothes, Silas stilling at my back and somehow, even facing Mateo, with Silas behind me, I can feel Noah entering Silas.
He starts slow, I can tell by the way the thrusting changes pace. The first orgasm was a claiming.
The next, which is impossible to prolong or contain, is a monument of devotion to my three lovers. The four of us connected, I come first, and a third time when Mateo slips his fingers between us and thumbs my clit. I come all over him, and I'm shaking against him, my ass and pussy squeezing their cocks.
Mateo comes next followed by Silas, who climaxes with a deafening roar. He bucks and shivers against me, warm come filling me and though he falls onto my back, arms wrapped protectively around me, he's still moving against me as Noah grunts and comes in Silas's ass.
We're a filthy, wicked, sweaty pile of sex.
I'm sore. And so, so tired. The adrenaline crashes within me and I think I black out.
I don't know who's carrying me at first, but my eyes flutter open, and I find I'm tucked protectively into Mateo's warm chest, held by his strong arms.
When we get back to the chateau, Mateo carefully lowers me into the hot tub at the back of the house. Noah's right behind me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, holding me close. We huddle together, processing silently, while Silas and Mateo get drinks for us, joining us minutes later.
I look up into Noah's beautiful hazel eyes, then flick his lip.
"You're bleeding."
He grins so wide. "He's a savage kisser."
I laugh, then curl back into him. It's a beautiful night and I fall asleep for good, relieved we don't have to leave for a couple of days. If this is what my future looks like, then it was worth every single heartache to get here.
