by Logan Fox
. . .
As soon as Cora’s hips fell back, Finn backed up and slid off the bed. Bailey was still kissing her, drinking her up like she was the elixir of life.
Fuck, she’d tasted like it to Finn.
He dragged a hand over his mouth, tugging down his briefs as he watched Bailey forcing a last shudder from Cora.
She lay limp and spent, chest heaving and eyes closed as she panted.
But they were far from done.
Finn stepped closer and grabbed Bailey by the shoulder.
The man tensed, giving him a wary look over his shoulder.
“This time,” Finn said, “you fuck her until she comes.”
“Jesus, man, I—” Bailey began, but Finn shoved him forward before he could finish.
“Just take it nice and slow,” he said as he climbed back onto the bed.
Cora’s head flopped to the side to watch him, and she gave him a wide, if weak, smile. That smile changed when he reached over and parted her for Bailey. A flicker of concern touched her eyes, but it was swept away by a wide-eyed, open-mouthed gasp when Bailey touched his dick to her entrance and slowly thrust inside her.
Finn lay on his side, slipping an arm under her head and twisting her toward him for a kiss. It was a breathless one from her side—more panting than anything else—but it was as if her arousal sweetened her saliva the longer Bailey fucked her.
Lars came to lie on her other side, and he grabbed her chin and pulled her away for a kiss of his own. Finn slid his hand over her thigh and urged her leg up and to the side, spreading her more for Bailey.
As soon as Lars had ended their kiss, he did the same.
Lars glanced up at Finn, a devilish gleam in his eyes as he tossed his hair from his face. “Thinking what I’m thinking?”
Finn gave him a nod, and untangled Cora’s hands from her shirt.
“How well can you multi-task, Princess?” Lars murmured to Cora.
Her reply was a moan. Bailey leaned over her, his hand between her breasts as he picked up speed.
“Slower,” Finn heard Lars say.
He glanced down, Cora’s hands finally free, and watched as Lars grabbed Bailey’s hip. He guided the man, slowing him down but making each thrust harder, more forceful.
Cora groaned, eyes squeezing shut and her pants turning into small gasps every time Bailey thrust into her.
Finn grabbed Cora’s left hand and guided it to Lars’s cock where it rubbed against her hip. She snatched at it, and began pumping it hard. He wrapped his hand around hers, and slowed her down. Showed her how to twist her grip when she got close to Lars’s crown.
“Fuck,” Lars muttered, burrowing his head in Cora’s hair as he bucked his hips.
Cora’s mouth trembled at that, and her eyes popped open. She seemed incredulous how much pleasure she was bringing Lars, watching his face with rapt attention as she slowly jerked him off.
Finn brought her right hand to his own throbbing dick. He liked it harder than Lars, but slower still.
Cora was clumsy at first, but when he’d corrected her for the third time, she picked up on the rhythm he wanted and stuck to it.
He kissed her again, but then he groaned into her mouth when she swiped the pad of her thumb over his crown. Lars took advantage and moved her face toward him for a kiss while Finn sucked at her breast and slid a hand to her clit where he stroked her.
This was too much for her. She broke free from Lars with a gasp, bucked her hips hard enough to make Bailey murmur, “Jesus,” above her.
“Harder!” she bucked again, and he and Lars both pushed her down flat on the bed.
“Eleven,” Lars said, nibbling her ear. “You’re a brave girl, Princess.”
“No, I’m sorry,” she said through another gasp. “I didn’t mean to—”
“Too late,” Finn said.
He tugged her ankle away and laid a slap on the back of her thigh, close to her ass.
Her entire body stiffened, and Bailey let out a muffled, “Oh my god, you just went so fucking tight.”
So Finn slapped her again, harder.
Cora whimpered, throwing her head to the side and mewling at Lars for a kiss.
He gave her one, but his hand went to her clit, massaging her as that kiss deepened.
She tore away. “I’m going to come,” she whispered furiously, her hands slowing on both of their cocks.
Bailey sped up.
Cora slipped over the sheet as his thrusts grew harder still. But Finn and Lars grabbed her shoulders, keeping her still so Bailey could fuck her as hard as he wanted.
She came seconds later, and Bailey a few seconds after that. Finn tried to kiss her through her orgasm, but she was unresponsive, riding out an impossibly high wave of bliss.
Bailey pulled out of her, breathing as hard as if he’d run a marathon.
“Not bad,” Lars said, running a hand down the man’s chest. “Next time, you’ll have to do it all yourself.”
Bailey gave a short, breathless laugh, and ducked his head to give Cora’s pussy a long, lingering lick.
Even that didn’t get a reaction.
“You still with us?” Finn asked, guiding her chin to the side so she would look at him. Her eyes opened reluctantly. Tears glittered like diamonds on her lashes.
“That was unbelievable,” she whispered. “But I can’t take anymore.”
He gave her a slow smile as he trailed his fingers down her belly and over her clit. He slid two fingers inside her, rousing a weak moan from her. “You’ll have to, baby girl. Still two to go.”
. . .
This was lunacy. There was no way she could come again. Her body felt like a city after a nuclear bomb had been dropped on it. Her muscles were water, her spine a piece of string.
But it didn’t matter.
In here, her men held total authority.
And they wanted her to come again.
Twice.
Lars rolled her onto her side. Finn grabbed her top leg and bent it at a sharp angle, and then spread it to the ceiling.
If she’d had an ounce of strength, she would have tried to twist out of such a fucking revealing position; the lights were still on for heaven’s sake.
But there was nothing she could do. Not with her one ankle still tied to the bed, and her body limp as a wet rag.
So she had to swallow her uneasiness as Finn ran his hungry eyes down her body, settling on the slit between her legs as if it mesmerized her.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful your cunt is?” Lars murmured in her ear. He ran two fingers down either side of her slit, sending electric pleasure thrumming through her all over again.
As if it was a command, her body came alive again.
“Oh god,” she murmured, managing a small wriggle.
Finn opened her wider still, and rubbed the length of his cock over her slit.
She began trembling, and couldn’t stop. Tears pricked at her lids again, perhaps from the slow, heavy wave of whatever the fuck it was washing over her.
Love?
Lust?
She couldn’t tell anymore. But she felt as addicted to it as a bee to nectar. She couldn’t stop wanting it, wanting them.
Finn kissed her, and again slid his length against her.
She was so wet down there, she almost couldn’t handle the sensation. Finn slid a tongue inside her mouth, urging her to kiss him back.
And god, she tried. She must have done something right, because he moaned at her, and pressed the tip of his cock against her opening.
Not forcing his way inside, but just pressing against her.
Anticipation brought goose bumps out over her skin.
But then he drew away again, and slid against her clit.
And Lars’s dick was there instead, his fingers massaging her folds as he opened her.
Oh, holy hell, this was too much. She gasped, wriggling furiously, wanting one of them to fuck her so they could end this beatific misery they were enforcing up
on her.
Hands touched her breasts. Her eyes fluttered open, landing on Bailey. He stood behind her, kneeling on the floor, but his hands sliding over her chest so he could cup her breasts.
She wanted to tell them to fuck her, but did she really want another one of those slaps? Her ass still burnt where Finn’s palm had landed.
The feeling hadn’t been unpleasant, but she wasn’t sure if she liked it yet either.
As if reading her mind, Lars slid a hand down her thigh, and massaged her ass. Not the side that Finn had slapped, thankfully.
Finn broke off his kiss, and gripped the front of her throat. The shock of it popped her eyes open, and she stared straight at him as Lars slapped her and forced the tip of his dick inside her.
Finn’s eyes gleamed with lust, his lips parting as he let out a long, warm breath.
She yelped at the sudden pain, but it disappeared an instant.
“Start counting, Princess,” Lars murmured into her ear.
“What?”
“That was one. Nine to go. Start counting.”
“I don’t want—”
“So, you’re back to ten?” Lars said in a tight voice, as he drew out of her. “We’re going to be here all night at this rate.”
“Okay, okay!” She squirmed, desperate to reach Lars’s cock through the tangle of limbs. She touched him, but he drew back before she could get a grip. “I’ll count. Please, just please…” but she didn’t finish her sentence, in case they added more slaps to her punishment.
“Ready?” Finn asked. He bucked his hips and slid his cock against her clit again.
She gave an unsteady nod, urgently attemptingto keep her eyes open so she could watch his face.
Lars slapped her hard. His dick went an an inch inside her.
“Two,” she called out in a strangled voice.
“Good,” Finn murmured. He found both her hands and guided them around his dick, shifting a little higher on the bed so he wasn’t sliding against her clit anymore.
Another slap. Another glorious inch.
“Three.”
Finn’s face contorted with pleasure as she stroked his dick. Lars nuzzled the back of her neck, sending goose bumps over her skin.
Bailey moved away, and for a moment she wondered where he was going.
But then Finn moved into a crouch beside her head, and a warm tongue lapped against her clit.
She let out a hoarse cry, her body jerking at that unexpected touch.
Lars slapped her. Went deeper inside her. Somehow, some-fucking-how, she remembered to call out, “Four.”
But, oh god, she was so close again. Finn’s cock was inches from her face, the man a towering statue of muscle and erotic bliss as she stroked him. Their eyes locked, and his jaw bunched as if that contact was hotter than anything else he had to look at.
Like Bailey going down on her while Lars fucked her from behind.
She shuddered, her body overwhelmed by the multitudinous signals shooting through every nerve center.
The fifth slap she hardly felt; Lars thrust all the way inside her, and her count was a breathless, “Five.”
Bailey sucked and licked her clit so hard, she was seeing stars again.
Lars pulled out, and slapped her sex. A jolt of searing heat flashed through her. She let out an open-mouthed gasp, and Finn caught hold of her chin, using his thumb to keep open her mouth.
“We’re going to have to change positions if you want her to suck you off,” Lars said.
He barely sounded out of breath. In fact, he could have been providing commentary on a golfing tournament.
Bailey murmured a protest when Lars pulled her away from his mouth. She wanted to protest too, but she knew she couldn’t survive more punishment.
In a second, she was sitting back on her heels. The three men watched her for a second, as if waiting for her to collapse.
It surprised her that she didn’t. Shocked, even.
Then Lars grabbed Bailey’s wrist and pulled him onto the bed. Cora watched, breathing hard.
What the hell was Lars doing?
Bailey looked just as uncertain, until Lars eased him onto his back. “You got skills,” Lars said. “Make use of them.”
Bailey began to sit up, but Lars pushed him down again. Then he grabbed Cora’s hips and made her straddle Bailey’s chest.
Her cheeks flushed crimson. Holy fuck, this was too much. Couldn’t they at least turn off the lights? But Bailey’s eyes were on her, and she had zero time to protest before she felt Lars’s warm body press up against her back.
He was straddling Bailey too, but Bailey either didn’t notice or didn’t care.
“Easy now…” Lars murmured, grabbing her thighs and inching them wider. “Let me show you how to ride someone’s face.”
Her body trembled at Lars’s touch. The way he guided her onto Bailey’s waiting mouth. He took her hips in his hands, and gently rocked her back and forth.
A pulse of pleasure tore a deep throated moan from her lips.
“There you go,” Lars said.
Bailey slid his hands out from under her and grabbed the inside of her thighs as she rocked faster against his mouth.
But no, that wasn’t good enough for her men. They all had to be involved; Lars wanted to fuck her while she rode Bailey. With Bailey concentrating on her clit, Lars stroked her folds, lubricating her.
She fell forward with a cry as Lars thrust into her. Her arms wobbled, her muscles too weak to support her.
Strong arms caught her.
Lifted her up.
Finn. He sat on his heels opposite her, less than a foot away from Bailey’s head. He moved close, until his knees were touching hers.
Lars thrust into her again, sending her sprawling against Finn’s chest.
He held her steady, arms tight around her back.
Which held her in perfect position for Bailey.
She could no longer rock, no longer apply as much or as little pressure as she wanted to her clit.
And they must have known it, because they kept teasing her. The tip of Bailey’s tongue describing circles around her clit. Lars’s cock thrusting hard, filling her for an unbearably long second before he pulled out.
Again, and again.
While Finn crushed her to him so hard she feel the pounding of his heart.
Her fingers brushed against Finn’s cock, and she caressed him again.
Fuck, how she wanted him inside her.
Her pants became gasps as Lars picked up speed. Bailey’s tongue began applying more pressure. And Finn grabbed a fistful of her hair and kissed her like it was the last chance he’d ever get.
. . .
Never in his life could he have imagined something this glorious. The feel of Cora’s trembling body against him—slick with sweat—made the urge to fuck her until she screamed his name unbearable.
He could wait, of course. But the longer he waited, the more furious his beast became. It howled and whined as it paced frenetically in his mind.
Wanting.
Lusting.
Ready to devour.
The sound she made when he tugged her head back for a kiss made his cock throb with a delicious wave of near agony.
Her small, soft hands did a terrible job placating his dick. But he’d make up for that when he fucked her.
Soon.
It would be worth it, if he could hold out.
He jerked her away from him so he could watch her pleasure. His eyes slid down her body. Her perky tits bounced as Lars slammed into her. The man’s hair was in his face, an animal snarl on his mouth as if he, too, couldn’t bear his own suffering.
One of his arms was behind his back. Finn craned. Lars had Bailey’s dick in his hand.
The man apparently didn’t mind. Then again, it would have been impossible for him to say anything with Cora’s clit glued to his mouth.
His tongue lapped her in time with Lars’s thrusts as they sped up. Finn grabbed one of Cora’s breas
ts, squeezing her hard as he relaxed the grip on her hair.
Her head fell forward, mouth open as she gasped.
“I’m so close,” she whispered, but her voice was so soft he doubted if anyone else had heard.
He’d heard.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Her fluttering eyes gradually opened.
He grabbed the front of her throat and squeezed, rewarded by a delicious moan. His other hand went around her hip, fingers trailing over the curve of her ass.
He found the base of Lars’s cock, gripped it.
Lars let out a furious, “Jesus fucking Christ,” and stopped fucking her.
Cora whimpered, but she didn’t close her eyes.
He shoved Lars’s cock inside her, and she gasped, her mouth turning into a perfect ‘o’ of blissful shock.
“This hard enough for you?” he asked, squeezing her throat again.
“No,” she murmured with a husky voice. She shuddered, and Finn glanced down. Bailey moaned—perhaps because he was close to coming again with Lars jerking him off—but he’d begun sucking at Cora’s clit.
Finn forced Lars’s cock into her again, even harder. His fist connected with her pelvis, and he felt a shudder tear through her at the impact.
“Now?” his voice had transformed into a sinister hiss.
It sounded unnervingly like the voice of his beast.
“No!” she yelped, and her eyes brimmed. “Please.”
Her entire body quivered, seconds away from climaxing.
“Then you’d better fuck her harder, Lars.” He grabbed Cora’s hips, holding her steady.
Both Lars’s hands grabbed her shoulders.
They’d pinned Cora between them, Bailey working her clit as Lars prepared to fuck her over the cliff of her orgasm.
She screamed when she came. But it was a breathless, bewildered sound. Her nails tore at his skin as she tried to writhe, tried to force Bailey harder against her clit.
He wouldn’t let her. Together, he and Lars kept her perfectly poised.
Lars came with a loud groan, his hand sliding past Cora to grip Finn’s dick. Finn grunted, thrusting into the man’s fist as Lars let out a frantic, “Oh sweet Jesus,” and pounded one last time into Cora.