He says something else, but I’m too busy lost in the vividly-playing images of me licking and nipping my way down Karl’s well-defined chest until he loses control and fills my mouth with his cock. He’d groan, yanking my head back, forcing my mouth to open wider as he slams his cock into the back of my throat until tears trail down my face. Lust pools in my belly, shooting straight to my pussy, and soaking my teal boyshorts.
Now, I want. . . no scratch that,
I need to live out that scene more than I need air. It’s been too long since I felt any of them so deep inside, fucking me senseless until even the flicker of an eyelash would require too much work.
“See something you like, Angel?” The smooth tenor of his voice snaps me from my fantasy.
“I don’t know what you’re implying. I was just admiring your knives,” I mutter, but the heat rising in my cheeks screams like a fluorescent beacon, signaling my blatant lie.
Smirking, Karl lowers his shirt, hiding his lickable Adonis belt, and strides into the living room before squatting in front of me. “Oh, but I think you do,” he coaxes, peering into my eyes.
My breath hitches at his nearness, and I wet my suddenly dry lips. Karl tracks the movement before tracing the same path with his thumb. “I think you want nothing more than for me to lay you out on this couch and fuck you while I use Lola to play with your clit.”
“I. . . you. . .” I stutter, trying like hell to seem unaffected, but that’s what I want him to do. The cool metal kissing my skin as he slams inside of me is exactly what I need.
Leaning forward, Karl licks the seam of my lips before capturing the bottom one between his teeth and nipping it.
“Ouch,” I hiss, pulling back. “You bit me.” The distinct metallic taste of blood assaults my tastebuds. My fingers brush the spot, confirming what I already know. “And you broke the skin.”
Karl’s lustful gaze zeroes in on the crimson blood now coating my fingertips. “Fuck,” he groans as he clasps my wrist. Then, without breaking eye contact, he lowers his head, bringing my hand to his mouth.
My nose flares, and my body hums as anticipation skitters up my spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. I watch in rapt attention as Karl wraps his lips around my fingers and sucks. Rolling his tongue, he pulls me deeper into his mouth. “Karl,” I cry, panting from the sensation building low in my belly.
Need.
“Angel,” he pleads like a prayer, and with one word, he lights a fuse, setting my skin ablaze. Releasing my fingers, Karl cups my cheeks, then rises to his knees and presses his mouth to mine.
Giving up all pretense of indifference, I groan, reaching up and fisting his hair as I deepen the kiss. The taste of my blood still lingers on his tongue, only serving to soak my panties further.
I hear the distant sound of a throat clearing, but we’re both so lost in each other that neither of us stops to see who’s here. It isn’t until whoever is in the room clears their throat again, louder this time, that I try to pull away, earning me another nip.
“You better behave, or he’ll strip you and fuck you while I watch,” Liam warns, announcing his presence. “Won’t you, O?”
Karl reluctantly pulls back, dropping his hand from my face. He confirms, “That and so much more.” Then, he leans forward to whisper in my ear, “But you’d like that-Liam watching while I bounce our pussy on my cock.”
I clench, growing wetter. At this point, I’m certain my arousal is soaking through my lounge pants. Biting my cheek, I swallow back my whine. Mischief dances in their stares, and I know they’re up to something.
“The question is, will it be for pleasure or punishment?”
Then Karl smirks. “As a matter of fact, I think a lesson is in order. She fought to stay here, potentially putting herself in danger. That can’t go unpunished. Can it, Liam?” Karl quips, as Liam strolls into the room.
I track his movements until he positions himself behind me. Then Liam bends, his breath tickling the column of my throat, and murmurs, “It most certainly cannot,” before biting my neck.
My nipples grow to hardened peaks that desperately ache to be sucked. “Oh? Is that right?” I gulp, trying to regain my composure. The fuckers are teasing me. “And let me guess, you two will be the ones doling out my punishment.”
Gliding the tips of his fingers up and down my arms as he rises, Liam traps both of my wrists in his hold. “I’m glad you understand. This way, we don’t have to waste time explaining,” he states before reaching into his back pocket. Moments later, he produces a bundle of black rope.
“So, you just happen to carry around rope?” I question, tilting my chin to peer up at him.
“You never know when the occasion might call for it,” Liam retorts, running the rope along my collarbone before gliding it over my breasts.
My pulse thrums at the feel of the coarse fibers brushing my hardened peaks, making my walls contract, feeling empty and angry that neither Karl’s nor Liam’s dicks are pistoning inside. “Fuck,” I exclaim, already close to coming.
Karl tugs at the loose knot of my pants, refocusing my attention on him. “Be a good girl, Angel, and let Liam tie you up.”
“Here? In the middle of the living room, where anyone can walk in? Aren’t the movers still here?” I rapidly fire off my questions but lift my hips so Karl can tug down my boyshorts and pants.
Cool air hits my drenched naked sex as Karl bends forward, inhaling me. “If I knew I wouldn’t peel off the skin of any man that smelled you with a cheese grater, I’d wear your scent like cologne,” he declares.
“Karl,” I shout as he curls two fingers deep inside me. All of my earlier resistance and protests are long forgotten. I lean against the couch, closing my eyes and surrendering to their whims.
Liam weaves the rope around my wrists and up my arm, creating a pattern I can’t see as he binds them together. “Do you honestly believe we’d let anyone outside of the five of us ever see you naked and still have eyes?” Liam probes as he continues to bind my forearms together. “The movers are gone. Shay went to visit her family, and I turned off the camera to the living room with the explicit threat of death if they stepped a foot outside of the security room.”
Before I can process Liam’s words, Karl pulls me toward him until I’m sitting on the edge of the couch. “You better answer him,” he warns, then he spreads my thighs and buries his face between my legs.
“Shit. . . oh my. . . fuck,” I mumble, unable to make a coherent response. Karl’s tongue flicks against my clit as he thrusts two fingers in and out of my pussy before sliding one into my ass.
I barely have time to adjust when Liam fists my hair, yanking my head back and crashing his mouth down on mine. I gasp as one of Liam’s hands slips under the collar of my Slipknot t-shirt. He tweaks my nipple at the same time Karl works a second finger past the ring of muscles, scissoring his digits as he pumps in and out of my body.
Karl hums against my pussy, and I clench, basking in their unyielding assault on my body. Bucking my hips, I grind down on Karl’s fingers and enjoy the way his stubble rubs my clit.
“That’s it, Angel, ride my face like you’d ride our cocks,” Karl grunts, momentarily lifting his mouth. “Because one day soon, every fillable hole will be owned by us.” His teeth graze my clit before he wraps his lips around the bundle of nerves, sending sparks up my spine.
My body coils like a spring, and I know I’m fucking close to coming. Liam pinches my nipple as he releases my mouth, and I huff in frustration. “Come back,” I demand, and he chuckles, loosening his hold on my hair.
“Don’t worry, Dove, we’re just getting started,” Liam declares. Then he releases my hair before he walks around the couch and climbs up, so his bulging erection stares me in the face as he stands over me, straddling my legs.
Mewling, I crane my neck, peering up at his looming figure and wishing I could touch him. My bound hands are itching to be free to roam the plane of his muscled chest. I know he’s restraining me so he can control when and how he’s touched, but I hunger to have his body pressing against mine.
Liam’s heated bluish-gray eyes connect with mine. “Fuck my face,” I command, yearning for the salty taste of him before he comes all over my face. I watch as Liam lowers his sweats, and his cock springs free. I lean forward to lick the pre-cum off, but a tug of my strawberry blond locks holds me in place just as Karl renews his conquest to own my body.
“Karl,” I gasp as he inserts another digit, further stretching the tight ring of my ass. My arousal drips down between my spread legs, coating his fingers. “I’m so close.” Then he swirls his tongue and sucks as he flicks my clit. I shatter, my walls spasming around his digits.
I barely recover from my first orgasm when Karl starts edging me toward another one, pumping and thrusting deeper. “Look how fucking sexy you look with my fingers pounding into your ass,” Karl rasps.
“Pl. . . please,” I beg, rising to meet each stroke. “Don’t fucking st??”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.