Page 143 of Craving Consequences
I watch, barely breathing as he wraps the hand still slick from my channel around the base of Van’s dick. The weight is held steady as he lowers his mouth ... and licks.
“Fuck!” Van groans, a low, broken sound so beautiful I shudder. “Lach...”
“A ... again...” I croak. “Please.”
Lachlan does. He drags a long, slow stroke from base to tip. He continues without my prompting. Moves to the side, repeats. Works every curve, traces every vein. His eyes never leave my face.
“Jesus, Lach...” Van’s voice is a plea, a weak, hoarse whimper that destroys what’s left of my sanity when I tip my head back and capture his mouth.
I slide my tongue across his, tasting every whine. Every jagged gasp. Needing to savor every second as my body rushes with arousal so intense, I might die.
“Touch me,” I beg him.
It takes him a second. I can’t see what Lachlan is doing, but it has Van panting in my mouth. His eyes are squeezed shut tight as if in pain.
When his fingers find my opening, his lashes flutter open and I am caught in the storm raging across the silver pools.
“You’re dripping,” he growls. “Do you like watching my best friend suck my cock?”
The very words alone have a fresh surge of heat pooling out of me to puddle across his pelvis. I’m so wet, he meets no resistance when filling me with three fingers.
“Put me in, Lach. Our greedy little whore wants to get her cunt stretched.”
Van’s fingers never move. They stay curled in place when Lachlan guides the head of Van’s cock against my opening.
I don’t even tell them it’ll be too much. I can’t think of anything, except how badly I need this.
Them.
Van pushes up with his hips.
Lachlan drags me down to meet his friend.
And I scream as they tear me in half. As they fill me to my breaking point. It’s too much and not enough as the world goes black for a moment and I die and come back to life.
“Imagine how good it’ll feel having two cocks in here, filling you like this,” Van hisses, slamming up harder. “Breeding you with twice as much cum.”
I cum without warning. It’s so sudden and sharp, I can’t even make a sound as I drive myself down on him, impaling myself harder than he is. My body clenches so hard around Van’s cock, he chokes on a curse and spills inside me.
The world is a haze of lights and a buzz I can’t distinguish when I hear Lachlan in the distance.
“Turn her over. I’m not done.”
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It takes hours for my body to stop shivering. Hours for the electric currents to stop crashing through my nerves in tiny micro-orgasms that plague my already tender core. Every pulse elicits a fresh tremor through my aching limbs that feel like jelly.
They have always been very good at destroying me, dismantling me from the foundation until I’m a limp, sobbing mess, but something about this time ... something in the way they broke me has my body fighting to overcome the torture.
Lachlan’s tongue working up Van’s rigid shaft. His eyes, hot and focused, fixed on my face. Van’s ragged pants in my ear. His fingers hooked inside me, stretching me...
My clit throbs that warning twitch just before climax and I have to press my thighs together as a heavy dribble of cum soaks the crotch of my panties. Drenches through to coat my shorts.
The afternoon sun scorches the pavement as I cart a box of dishes down the porch. The heat burns the truck, turning metal molten where it grazes my forearm pushing the cartonacross the truck bed. Sweat clings to my skin, plastering my tank top down my spine. Beads slide down the valley between my breasts to soak the elastic band of my shorts.
Unlike me who is wilting beneath the brutal temperature, the other two are having no such problem. They move across the driveway like gods carved from power and sunlight. Every motion has biceps flexing, shoulders straining. Big hands close into things and fist, lift and send the veins up hard forearms bunching. Taut, smooth skin ripples across broad backs and down narrow waists to those damn V’s where their jeans drop so low on hips that know exactly how to move when they’re inside me.
