Page 122 of Craving Consequences
Beneath me, my thighs tremble from squatting. They’re burning with the effort of holding myself up. But I don’t complain.
A warm palm slides up the curve of my ass. The fingers flex once before drifting up to my waist as Lachlan kneels in place behind me. He strokes the soft curve of my hips before drifting inward and down. Down between my soaked lips.
I know it’s a lot when Lachlan swears and drops his brow to my shoulder. His fingers hook in, impaling me. stretching me while I fight not to cum. He pumps and I squeeze my eyes shut and will my body to obey.
When he finally withdraws and pulls his hand away, I almost exhale a sigh of relief. For a second, I think I’m safe only to feel his slippery digits prod my back entrance. Not just prod, invade. He presses in one and thrusts.
My knees nearly give.
The stretch blurs my vision. My fingers tighten around Van’s cock. I whimper and resist the urge to jerk away.
“That’s it,” Lachlan soothes gently. I feel the cold, wet squelch of something hitting the crevice of my ass and dribble to where he’s forcing in a second finger. “Easy, sweetheart. Keep sucking.”
His slick fingers move with unhurried strokes. It burns. The sting is unbearable. A sharp itch that has my body clenching and desperate to push him out. But I resist the urge, turning my focus on Van’s cock. Using Lachlan’s invasion as the rhythm to set my pace to.
“Just like that,” Lachlan says. “Let me in.”
His fingers slide deeper and my hips twitch. The new depths has my eyes stinging and a whimper rising in my throat.
“It’s ours,” Van reminds me, smoothing away a stray tear escaping down my cheek. “All your holes belong to us, remember? Including the one Lach’s about to stretch and pump full of cum.”
I’m not arguing the need to allow it, but the discomfort has me squirming even when he drags his fingers free.
Then I feel him line up and my spine stiffens. I dart a panicked glance up at the man watching me with quiet confidence and get a gentle brush of his palm over the back of my head.
The blunt head of Lachlan’s cock kisses my ass and every muscle in my body locks up. I grip Van’s thighs for balance as Lachlan presses forward. Slow. Almost gentle. An unrelenting pressure that turns my gasp into a cry as he breaches me.
“Almost there,” Lachlan grits out. “You’re so fucking tight.”
I whine and press myself forward deeper into Van like I can somehow escape.
His solution is to cup the back of my head and guide me down over his cock like it’s a pacifier he’s trying to soothe me with.
“Breathe, Evie. Let him in.”
I don’t think I have a choice, but I turn all my focus on sucking Van into my mouth. It oddly is comforting even as my entire body shudders and drips with sweat.
When Lachlan gives a final push, a sharp slam of his hip and bottoms out, I keep sucking even when he goes still. I think he’s letting me adjust, but that’s not a possibility when he has a whole city bus rammed up inside me.
They don’t give me long before they move. Van guides me over his dick while Lachlan grips my hips and rocks me forward. The momentum works with gradual consistency. The push and pull has my body forgetting the pain much too quickly.
“Lachlan...” I gasp, back shuddering at the unfamiliarsurge of heat
Lachlan’s grip is bruising, insistent as he holds me up for the thick rod he’s driving inside me. Van, filling my mouth, demanding deeper with every push from his friend.
I can’t breathe. It’s all so overwhelming. The pressure, too intense. I think I need to pull back. I need a minute...
Van leans forward and cups my jaw. I’m freed of his girth and forced to meet his gorgeous eyes with drool and tears running down my face.
“Come here, Everly. Let’s see if you can take both of us.”
My eyes widen as the implications of those words threaten to tip the scales of my sanity.
“Both?” I rasp.
Lachlan pushes to the hilt, filling me completely. Scattering my thoughts with the possessive clamp of his hand over my mound.
“We’re going to get Van in here,” he hisses in my ear, fingers pushing in. Stretching me.
