by Logan Fox
It’s most certainly run out.
“Rube?” she whispers.
“Yes,” I say, after clearing my throat. “Tell me.”
She shakes her head. Turns her shoulder to me. And then she lies back against Zachary.
I can’t stop the growl. And Zachary looks over at me like he doesn’t like the sound of it.
Trinity lifts her knees and kicks up on the bed, so her ass is on Zach’s stomach. His head is beside hers now, which means he can easily kiss her if he wants, but at least his cock is far away from her pussy.
That should make me feel better, but it doesn’t.
It’s still closer than mine is.
She glances away from me, to Cass, putting her finger in her mouth and chewing on it like she’s suddenly shy. Perhaps she is, because it’s only when Cass slides a hand over her knee and urges her leg to the side that she opens them.
Apollo lets out a groan. Trinity looks at him, and cocks her head to the side. “Swap with Rube,” she says.
For a second I almost feel sorry for him, especially when his face crumples with dismay. But he had a solid view of her ass and pussy while he was belting her.
My turn now.
I’m in front of her a second later.
Cass urges her leg open a little wider, and Apollo does the same with her other leg.
Revealing the light fuzz of hair on her mound and the dark pink slit between her legs I’m dying to shove my cock into.
“Fuck,” I murmur.
And then Zach slides his hands down her stomach. My eyes fly to his, my teeth gritted. But I can’t stop him. He can do what he wants, unless Trinity says otherwise.
And thank God, she does.
She clucks her tongue. Apollo and Cass grab his wrists and wrench his fingers off her belly. He moves under her, pressing his lips into a line as if he can’t bear to have her on top of him anymore.
And that makes Trinity giggle.
I hope to hear that sound every day for the rest of my life.
She slides her hand down her stomach, locking eyes with me again as she strokes her fingers over her pussy. Even without touching her, I can see how wet she is.
How badly do I want to fuck her?
More than there are atoms in the universe.
She lifts her hand and presses it to Zachary’s lips. “Lick,” she commands him.
And the greedy bastard does just that. And then groans like he’s sipped ambrosia.
“See?” she whispers, dragging her fingers through her soaked pussy again. “That’s how badly I want you to fuck me.”
My jaw bunches, and my cock throbs. I grab it at the base, trying to hold it still, trying to throttle it into submission. Trinity’s eyes flutter down, and I feel her gaze on my dick as if she’s stroking me.
“What the actual fuck are you waiting for?” Cass demands. “Because if you don’t have your cock inside her in the next second, it’ll be mine.”
“I don’t want to—”
“Hurt me?” she cuts in. “Do you think it’ll hurt more than the belt?” She glances up at Apollo. “Would you like to belt me again?”
Zach lets out a soft, “Fuck,” like he can’t even handle the thought. And from the way his cock starts bobbing, I’m thinking he won’t be able to control himself much longer.
So I shift up the bed. I wrench Zach’s legs aside, splitting them open as wide as Trinity’s so I can get closer to her.
I lean over her, my hands brushing Zachary’s ribs, and press my mouth to hers.
I should be happy with our kiss. It’s fierce and ravenous…but my dick falls against her stomach, and the feel of her satin skin against my dick fills me with an insatiable lust.
It’s not enough.
It will never be.
“Make sure she’s really wet though,” Cass says. “Don’t want to rip her in two.”
There’s a laugh in his voice. I lean back, and look down as he trails his fingers over Trinity’s stomach.
Her belly flutters at that touch. She gasps when Cass squeezes her clit, and then groans when he slides his fingers inside her.
My cock starts bobbing too, blood pumping furiously into the thick shaft. I grab it so it won’t interfere, but when I see how Trinity’s pussy starts dripping, I can’t just sit here with my dick in my hands.
But before I can move, Apollo reaches over and smears her juices along her taint and over her back door. And the sound she makes at that has my cock throbbing in my hand like I’m seconds away from coming.
If she hadn’t sucked me off in the shower, I’d probably be emptying my load all over her tits right now.
The torture is real, me sitting back and stroking my dick as Apollo and Cass finger fuck her inches away. And when they slide their free hands under her knees and drag her legs up alongside her chest, opening her up for me, it takes every fucking molecule of willpower I have not to thrust into her.
But she’s so close.
Her body goes tight. Her eyes are closed, her mouth open. And when Zach’s fingers glide around her ass, when he strokes her back door and then dips the tip of his pinkie finger inside her, Trinity comes.
With a growl I feel more than hear, I shove my hips forward. Not caring who or what I touch on the way, I force the crown of my dripping cock against her pussy, and then smear it through her slick, hot cunt lips.
She shudders, whimpers.
I look down, mesmerized how her pussy swallows the tip of my cock. Grabbing her ass, I lift her hips clean off Zachary’s stomach.
She makes as if she wants to grab onto me, but then Apollo and Cass grab her hands and force her fingers around their dicks.
I’m not surprised when Zachary grabs hold of his own dick, taking advantage of the fact that no one is policing him anymore.
Cass happens to look over, and he sees what Zach’s doing, but now it’s like the four of us are sharing a secret. Because Trinity’s head is thrown back on Zach’s shoulder, and she doesn’t seem to know what fucking planet she’s on.
So we let Zach jerk himself off. And he and Cass and Apollo watch as I take my dick out of Trinity’s pussy, smear it through her dripping folds, and then slap it over her clit.
She gasps, her body convulsing. “Oh God,” she murmurs hoarsely.
Zachary groans, and then bites her ear. She turns to him, stares at him, openmouthed and lost as I slide my wet cock over her clit.
She’s still stroking Cass and Apollo’s cocks. And they’re watching me tease her with my dick.
“Reuben,” she moans, finally turning back to me. “Please.” She whimpers, squirms in my hands. My fingertips sink into her ass as she wriggles around. “Please fuck me.”
God, how am I supposed to say no?
I bite down on my lip, grab my cock, and guide it to her entrance.
“Christ,” Cass murmurs. “Why the fuck is this so hot?”
“Because he’s got a big dick,” Apollo says breathlessly, “and her pussy’s too fucking tight by half. He’ll never get it in there.”
I want to tell them to shut up, but I don’t. Because every word ratchets up my own arousal a thousand-fold. Even the glimpse of Zachary’s fingers moving over his own cock is making my balls ache.
“Is she wet enough?” Cass asks, and then swipes his fingers over her clit.
“She’s fucking soaking my cock,” I manage.
“Fuck, she is.” Cass groans. “Beg him for his cock, my beautiful little slut,” he says, reaching over and grabbing a fistful of her hair.
“Fuck me,” Trinity says, turning to kiss the inside of Cass’s wrist.
“Hard,” Cass says.
“Fuck me hard,” she says, her eyes shining with lust when she turns to look at me.
I force myself deeper inside her, her tight little pussy making every inch a struggle.
“Oh God, I’m so fucking close,” Cass mutters through his teeth. He slaps away her hand and moves up the bed. “Open your fucking mouth, my little slut.”
Trinity turns to him, eyes wide with shock. “What did you—”
He grabs her jaw, forces open her mouth, and rams his cock down her throat.
I squeeze her ass hard, and she yelps in pain, but the sound is muffled around Cass’s cock. He fucks her mouth, a hand fisted in her hair, the other around her throat, pushing her into Zachary’s chest.
Zachary groans, and I feel the aftershock of his body convulsing as it travels through Trinity’s body right to my cock. Zach’s cum hits her cunt, soaking my dick. I flinch at the unexpected heat, but it makes sliding into her a little easier. So I go in another inch while Cass forces his dick between her lips again and again.
Then she chokes. His load seeps out between her lips, but he doesn’t take his dick out. He slams a fist into the headboard as his back arches, and rams another inch of himself down her throat.
She chokes again, and this time he pulls out. She splutters and gasps, dragging a hand over her mouth and giving him a death glare. “You fucking asshole!”
He taps the side of her face. Laughs. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m only getting started.”
He looks over at me, a strange smile lifting the corner of his mouth. “We’re all only getting started.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Trinity
I thought I was in control.
I’m not.
I thought they were just pawns in my game, that I could move them about and give them orders.
They’re not.
And the most fucked up thing about all of this?
I’m loving it.
Every lewd, hedonistic second of it.
Because I don’t want to control them. I want them to take what they want, when they want it. As rough and as savagely as they want, as they can.
Apollo wraps his hand around mine, forcing me to stroke him harder and then slower. From his face, he looks ready to come too. And when he looks up, rapturous, it’s as if Cass knows too.
“Ever had your dick sucked, Apollo?” Cass asks.
He shakes his head, lips parting.
And then Rube starts pushing his dick into me again. Just the tip, and that already stretches me. I moan, rocking my hips to try and get him deeper inside me, but Apollo and Cass are still holding me down. Spreading my legs for Reuben and making sure my pussy is as wide open as it can go.
“Open your mouth again, my little slut. You have another dick to suck.”
I glare at Cass, because now he’s talking in rhymes and sounding so full of himself I want to slap him.
And fuck it, I do.
He looks back at me, mouth open, and puts his hand on the mark I left on his cheek.
“You didn’t just do that,” he murmurs.
Everyone stops.
“Cass, I’m—”
But then he ducks his head and I can’t get another word out.
I lose myself in his kiss, feeling Apollo’s dick throbbing in my hand as I hang on for dear life.
Zach starts stroking my back door again, and my body starts to tremble. Cass pulls back, pushes open my jaw, and turns my head.
Apollo doesn’t quite make it inside my mouth. He shoots cum all over my lips and chin, and then tries to pull back, biting his bottom lip.
So I dart forward and close my lips over his cock, fitting as much of him as I can into my mouth, and licking him clean.
He lets out a low groan, his fingers sliding into my hair, tugging me down another inch.
Hands grab my breasts. Squeeze. It takes me a second to realize it’s Reuben. He wants my attention now, and I have no choice but to give it to him.
Especially when he drags me off Zachary, lands on his back, and puts me down on top of him.
My legs go to either side of his hips, and I drop my head when I feel cool air over my pussy. I’m spread open, perfectly poised for Zach and Apollo and Cass when Rube shoves the first inch of his cock inside me.
A hand caresses my ass. Slaps me—hard. I turn around, expecting it to be Zach…but it’s Apollo.
I lock eyes with Zach, and he moves around me on his knees.
Rube pulls his dick out and uses the crown to massage my clit. And then he grabs a fistful of my hair and drags me down for a kiss.
Which sticks my ass right into the air.
So no surprise someone licks me from pussy to ass and then sticks their tongue inside me. I whimper into Rube’s kiss, and he pulls back my head as if wondering what’s going on.
I can’t even look back. I have no idea who’s tongue fucking me. And when a second mouth joins the first, I have even less of a clue who’s doing what back there. But when Zachary comes into my peripheral view stroking his dick…
Well, it could only be Apollo and Cass back there.
One of them shoves a pair of fingers inside me. Fuck, for all I know, they each have a finger in there.
My mouth falls open, bliss quivering through me as Rube keeps rubbing his dick over my clit.
“Fuck, I’m getting close,” I warn him. Them.
They don’t listen.
They don’t fucking care.
Whoever’s fucking me with their finger, they start picking up the pace. Their hand thumps into my pubic bone, sending a violent pulse through me with each impact.
There’s a mouth on my clit now. A tongue that keeps lapping against my entrance. Another finger on my back door.
When Rube tightens his fist in my hair and shoves my head to the side, my mouth is already open for Zach’s dick.
Not because I was expecting Rube to force me to suck him, but because I’m gasping for air.
Rube uses his grip to slide my mouth over Zach’s cock, keeping up a steady rhythm. Then he grabs one of my hands, leaving me balancing like a tripod, and wraps my fingers around his dick.
I’ve never had to multi-task like this before. I don’t even know if I’m doing anything right.
But when a mouth latches onto my clit and starts sucking as his tongue flicks that sensitive nub, my climax speeds closer.
A second mouth licks my pussy as the pair of fingers ramming inside me slow…slow…stop.
“Fuck!” I pant out. “No! Don’t stop!”
But they do. Apollo and Cass pull back, leaving me a shaking, shivering wreck seconds away from a climax.
And then I realize why when Rube wraps his hand around my fingers, and helps me guide his cock to my entrance.
He uses the tip to push apart my lips, and slowly sinks the first inch into me.
Zach moves to the back.
Hands grab my ass and gently urge me to part even more.
And then a second cock brushes my pussy.
“No!” If I could have looked back, I would have, but Rube’s still got his fist in my hair. “No, you won’t fit!”
Zach lets out a dark chuckle. “Exactly what you said,” he says.
Then he drags his dick up and pushes it against my backdoor.
“No! Fuck!” I start struggling.
There’s no way I can handle this. It’s too much. Who the fuck was I kidding?
Rube grabs my head, brings me down close. “If you can take me, then you take him too.”
“No, please!” I’m still struggling, and Zach’s dick slips away from its target.
“Hold her down,” he growls.
Immediately, I have a hand on each thigh. Apollo and Cass force my legs open wider, and one of them even wraps an arm around my waist, holding me steady.
Someone starts teasing my clit with their fingertips. I hear someone spit, and feel wetness on my skin.
Zachary tests that too-tight opening again with his dick. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
Teeth nip my ass.
I’m done trying to figure out who’s doing what. I’m drowning in ecstasy.
Fingers touch my pussy lips, drag me open.
The arm around my waist forces me down, and Rube’s cock thrusts into me. Fingers stroke my backdoor the second Zach’s dick slips away, but it’s only to sprea
d some lubrication. Because then he’s back, and he’s forcing himself inside me.
“No, God, please!” I’m sobbing. Choking.
I feel like I’m bursting, but there’s no pain. Just so much fucking pleasure I don’t know what to do with it.
I let out a hoarse scream when someone comes on my back with a groan.
And then Rube drags me down for a kiss. Filling my mouth with his tongue, as my pussy is forced down onto his cock.
When I come, the world stops.
I can’t breathe.
My body locks up.
And then the agony of pure bliss hits me. Warm wetness slides out of me as Rube starts fucking me. As Zach eases his cock in and out of my backdoor.
“Fuck her harder,” Cass commands behind me. “I want to hear her scream.”
And they hold me down so Rube can do just that.
And I do scream.
And then I cry.
And then I come again while I’m still recovering from my last orgasm.
But when Rube’s ready, and I see his face tightening, feel his dick throb, I grab his face and I kiss him as hard as I can.
Because I’m theirs. Wholly. Truly. To do with whatever they please. To admire, to worship, to satisfy, to fuck.
All they ask is that I accept the fact that they all need me. Each and every one of them.
And I do.
Because I need them just as much.
I’ve finally found my real family. They’re kind and loving and genuine.
Everything a family should be.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Trinity
I’m met with the aroma of baking bread, coffee, and bacon when I walk downstairs. My mouth is already watering by the time I reach the kitchen and see Cass at the cooker.
“Smells incredible,” I tell him, sliding onto one of the bar stools in the breakfast nook so I can watch him while he cooks.
I never knew he was such a keen chef. But he’s a hedonist like me, and food is one of our weaknesses.
He turns, bathing me with a gorgeous smile as he takes me in from head to toe. “Morning, my beautiful mess,” he says.
I laugh, not even bothering to disagree.
My curls are all over the place, the shirt I found on the floor to cover up my nakedness before coming downstairs happens to be Apollo’s too-big vest, and I’m pretty sure I have at least five hickeys on my neck.