Gage doesn’t seem to be waiting for a real answer, which is good since my mouth is occupied, but I moan for him all the same.
I’m so worked up, so desperate to come, and I feel Priest’s mouth come back to lick and suck at my nipples, playing with the piercings.
All of them have some part of me, and I feel so connected to them. It’s enough that I can’t hold back anymore, and I come hard, nearly choking on Ash’s cock.
I go tight around Knox, and he hisses as he goes over the edge too, filling me up just seconds before Ash finishes in my mouth.
Spurts of cum hit my tongue, and I take a second to catch my breath, swallowing everything Ash gave me. They pull out, leaving me shuddering and empty while I recover from the force of my orgasm.
Then I roll over, getting up to kneel on the bed.
Priest is right there, and I press him down to his back, sinking down onto his cock. Gage steps up and teases my ass, and I shiver at the feeling of it before looking down at Priest, trying to gauge if this is something he’s okay with.
This is still new for the two of us, even if he’s been involved when it’s been all five of us, so I want to make sure I’m not pushing for too much too soon.
When our gazes lock, though, I see only heat in his eyes. I flash him a smile, my stomach fluttering.
Then I arch my back, giving Gage more access. He uses the slick wetness between my legs to help stretch my ass open for himself, and just the feeling of him working me looser, getting me ready, makes my pussy drip even more.
I don’t know how I have the stamina to keep going. I don’t know how my body keeps finding more and more things to want from these men, but it does. I’ll always be starved for them, always hungry and ready.
“Greedy girl,” Gage murmurs roughly as I start to bump back against him, urging him to go faster. He sinks into my ass, filling me up completely, and I hang my head for a second, breathing through the sensation of being claimed like this.
I can’t move for a little while, but that doesn’t stop Gage and Priest from starting to find their rhythm. Gage slides in and out of my ass slowly, taking his time to make sure he doesn’t hurt me. And Priest lifts his hips, grinding into me and hitting that spot that makes me see stars, even though I just came.
That’s enough to get me going, and I rock between them, starting slow and easy.
Their pace is controlled and gentle, and their hands roam over my body. Priest reaches up to grope my tits, squeezing them and slapping gently at them, just enough to make me moan for him. Gage slaps my ass and drags his nails up and down my back, and that adds a layer of sensation to this that I really like.
As often is the case with these two intense men, things ramp up quickly, though. It’s like Gage is fire and Priest is ice, and they both burn just as intensely.
After a bit, I don’t even have to move myself. They move me between them, fucking me in tandem. Priest drags me down onto his cock, and Gage pushes forward, switching between shallow thrusts that keep me twisting on the edge of that pleasure and deep ones that rock me to my very core.
I lose myself in the feeling of being fucked hard by both of them, my head swimming with pleasure.
“You’re so tight,” Gage grunts, and he slaps my ass harder this time, leaving a handprint behind from the feel of it.
I bite back a wail of pleasure at that, and he does it again, chuckling breathlessly.
“I know how much you love this,” he pants. “I know you can’t get enough. Say it. Tell us how much you love it.”
I open my mouth to obey, but no sound comes out. I barely have the breath to breathe, let alone talk, but they don’t let up. Priest pinches my nipple hard, and I cry out, not sure whether to pull away or lean into more of that delicious flare of pain.
“Say it,” he urges me, his voice hard and commanding. “We want to hear it.”
“I—I love it!” I manage, the strangled words rushing out of me. “I fucking love it. It feels so fucking good. Please!”
“Please what?” Ash taunts from where he’s watching. His cock has softened slightly since he just came, but it’s still out, and heat still burns in his amber eyes. “Tell them what you want.”
“Fuck me! Harder. More. Please! I’m so… ahh!”
It’s difficult to make sense when they’ve got me on the edge like this. Gage and Priest plow into me, working my body up into a frenzy. The pleasure builds and builds, and I’m caught between them, being fucked hard and loving every goddamn second of it.
I think about what Gage said about having two of them in my pussy, and I don’t even know how I would survive that.
But god, I’d damn sure be willing to try.
Priest chokes on a moan, and I look down at him in time to see him fall over the edge into his orgasm. He bites his lip and comes hard, his face flushed and his neck muscles straining.
“River…” Gage’s fingers dig into my flesh, and he comes apart too, groaning my name as he loses it.
They both stay buried inside me, and after a moment, deft fingertips find my clit. I look down and see that they’re Priest’s fingers, and he teases that little nub for just a second before rubbing it with purpose. He alternates between that and pinching it, giving me just the right push I need to send me over the edge once more as well.
I shudder hard, and I don’t have the breath left to scream when I come again. This orgasm makes my vision go blurry, and it seems to go on forever, leaving me shaking and out of it until I can catch my breath and come down.
We all collapse on the bed, exhausted and fucked out. I’m sticky, but I love the fact that they all came in me in one hole or another. It feels fucking good.
“We need to get a bigger fucking bed,” Ash says, sounding tired but with his usual good humor.
I chuckle just as tiredly, feeling completely sated.
He’s not wrong, actually.
Because the thing that just happened between all of us?
I want that to happen again and again.
43
Gage
It’s hard to say things go back to normal after Julian and Natalie’s deaths, but they at least settle into a rhythm. After the fast pace of the days leading up to us pulling off our final phase of the plan, the days after it seems almost slow and lazy.
Which isn’t a bad thing.
I come downstairs in the evening almost a week later to see River sitting on the couch, watching TV. I’m glad she’s able to have this downtime after everything that happened, and seeing her relaxed and content makes an unfamiliar feeling of peace settle over me.
“I’m about to head to the club,” I tell her, catching her attention. “Do you want to come with me?”
She looks up and smiles, her blue eyes lighting up with excitement. “Sure. I’d like that.”
“Is the kid down?”