Insanity, p.31
Insanity, page 31
Somehow, I end up on the bed, my clothing gone.
When did that happen?
Beckett’s hand smooths over the curve of my ass as Landon reclines on the bed, one arm raised over his head, a cocky smirk on his face. Using his free hand, he strokes himself, his mercury eyes intent on my face.
“Come here, kitten,” he instructs, and I’m helpless to resist him. Not that I would, even if I could.
My mouth waters as I move on my hands and knees toward his waiting cock.
“God, I love this view,” Zane praises, and a flush rushes to my cheeks as I realize what, exactly, the others are seeing.
But before a pang of inadequacy can zip through me, Landon crooks his fingers. “Be a good girl and suck my cock,” he orders.
My bratty side comes out to play. “Why should I do that?” I arch an eyebrow at him, even as I continue crawling forward, the tips of my breasts brushing against his thighs and creating delicious friction.
Landon’s eyes burn. “Because you’re mine. Ours.”
Ours.
I should protest that possessive, claiming word. Lash out. Scream that I don’t belong to anyone.
But it’s not true. I’m my own person, yes, but the parts of me that make me Ellie belong to the five men scattered throughout this room. I’m theirs as surely as they’re mine. This isn’t a one-way road.
I move my mouth to his throbbing dick in answer to that claiming, hollowing my cheeks to take him in deep.
Something wet touches my throbbing pussy, and then Dom’s voice whispers, “Is this okay?”
I pull away from Landon’s cock to grit out, “God, yes,” then return to my task.
Dom continues to apply a generous amount of lube—though it’s not needed. I’m wet as fuck for them, and they haven’t done anything to me yet. Just touching them is enough to turn me on.
“Look at how wet our girl is,” Beckett breathes, his British accent deepening with his desire. His hands join Dom’s, spreading my pussy lips for everyone to see. I feel heat in my cheeks.
Dom chuckles as he fingers me. “Do you think she’s ready for me, brother?”
Beckett smooths a hand over my ass cheek. “I’m not sure. I like the view too much right now. Don’t want to obscure it with your ugly ass.”
Dom’s deeply satisfied chuckle rumbles through me. “I think she would look even better speared on a cock, wouldn’t you say?”
Fuck, yes.
I must whimper my approval to that idea because five male chuckles echo through the room.
“I think we have our answer,” Dom murmurs, then the tip of his cock presses against me.
I pull my lips away from Landon’s dick to breathe out, “Fuck, yes. More. I need more.”
Landon chuckles from beneath me, male satisfaction streaking across his face, as if he’s the one entering me. “Greedy girl.”
“So greedy,” Dom agrees, though his words morph into a groan as he enters me slowly, inch by inch, taking his sweet damn time and driving me mad.
When he finally reaches the hilt, he pauses, his breathing choppy. He grips my hips hard enough to leave bruises.
But not hard enough.
“How tight is she?” The question, surprisingly, comes from Ryker. I can’t see him from this angle, but I imagine he’s watching me, studying me, deciding how much of this he can take. I wonder if he’s still fully dressed or if he has given in to even a smidgen of the desire riding him.
The prospect makes my pussy flutter around Dom’s length.
He grunts, his fingers tightening, and grits out, “So fucking tight. It’s like she’s trying to squeeze my cock.”
“Then move, dammit,” I all but snarl.
His chuckle is full of satisfaction. “As our wife wishes.”
My body jerks at that word.
Wife.
Our wife.
We’re not married, but…
It feels right.
“I think we’ve skipped a few steps,” I manage to say around the blade lodged in my throat.
Beckett moves toward me and grabs my hair, wrapping it around his wrist. “I don’t think we have.”
“You already agreed that you’re ours,” Landon points out.
“We’re just skipping the waiting part,” Zane says, his tone breathy.
“But if you want a big wedding…” Ryker trails off, sounding unsure.
“You guys aren’t…” I gasp as Dom thrusts into me, hard and fast, his hips gaining speed. I try again. “You guys aren’t going to propose?”
“Consider this your proposal.” Beckett tilts my head to the side, so I’m forced to stare into his multicolored eyes. “You’re our wife. We’re your husbands.” Then he kisses me, and I moan into his mouth, pleasure washing over me in a tidal wave of sensation.
Landon’s fingers move toward my dangling breasts, kneading them and flicking my peaked nipples.
Dom continues to thrust into me, hitting that sweet spot each and every time, knowing exactly what I need.
“Oh god.” I pull away from Beckett, my lips swollen. “I’m going to—”
“Come for us, Ellie,” Ryker growls, though his voice sounds closer, not as far away. “Come around Dom’s cock like a good girl.”
I’m used to taking these types of orders from Landon. But Ryker? I suppose all my men have a dominate streak in them, and I fucking love it. Maybe, in the future, we can try different dynamics, but right now, I want nothing more than to be told exactly what to do.
Dom’s fingers rub at my clit, and I come with a scream, pleasure spiraling through me and briefly darkening my vision.
“Oh god.” As I lie there, limp and pliant, hands move and guide me. I find myself straddling Landon’s hard length, a question brewing in those striking mercury eyes.
In a wordless answer, I lower my hands to his chest and slowly sink onto his length.
This is one of my favorite positions. I don’t necessarily like taking charge in the bedroom, but I love being in control. And with my men? I always am. I know without a shadow of doubt that they’ll stop if I ask them to, no questions asked.
And to be able to set the pace? Fuck, yes.
I wasn’t sure if I could go again, but lust blossoms, excitement brimming deep in my veins.
Landon’s hands settle on my hips, and he bites down on his lower lip, his eyes molten as they travel over me.
I feel so full with him inside me, his cock stretching me in all the right places.
“Fuck, yes.” I allow my lashes to flutter shut as I begin to ride him—slowly, at first, as I get used to the stretching sensation of his cock inside of me. Then faster as I gain my confidence.
“I love you so fucking much,” Landon murmurs, and I snap my eyes open to focus on him.
“I love you too.” I kiss him—a sloppy, heated kiss—then straighten to ride him at a deeper angle, arching my back.
Landon’s eyes are intent on my bouncing breasts, and he lifts his head to capture a nipple in his mouth. He grazes the pink nub with his teeth, and I moan.
“How would you feel about my cock in your perfect ass?” Beckett’s breathy whisper sounds from beside my ear. One of his fingers slides between my ass cheeks.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I turn over my shoulder, allowing him to see the desperate need in my eyes, and his grin softens. Without turning away from me, he holds out a hand, and Dominic hands him the lube. He pours a generous amount onto his hand and begins to rub it into my asshole. Only then does he pull his gaze away from mine, intent on the task at hand with laser-like focus only Beckett has perfected.
Landon gives my nipple a sharp, punishing twist, and I gasp, turning back to him.
He offers me a sheepish smile. “Sorry. Felt a little possessive there for a second.”
Beckett snorts from behind me. “Hold still for a second.”
Landon stops thrusting, allowing Beckett the opportunity to line up the tip of his cock with my now-lubricated ass. He waits for a second, as if giving me the opportunity to change my mind, before pushing inside.
Like every other time we’ve done this, I tense up, tears prickling my eyes.
It’s too much.
I’m too full.
They’re too big.
My thoughts swirl, panic briefly eclipsing the pleasure, but then Ryker’s gravelly voice whispers, “Breathe, baby. Breathe.”
I can’t see him, but I take comfort in his words, the knots in my throat easing.
Landon begins to suck at my nipple, his tongue swirling around the beaded nub, as we wait for Beckett to seat himself fully inside of me.
Breathe.
I just need to breathe.
I do what Ryker instructed and take deep, gulping breaths, sucking air into my shriveled lungs.
Breathe.
“Fuck me,” Zane moans. “Is it my turn yet?”
“Is it strange I’m getting hard again?” Dom inquires.
“It would be weirder if you weren’t,” Ryker mumbles.
Beckett slowly, tentatively, begins to thrust his hips forward, the momentum causing me to bounce on Landon. All three of us groan simultaneously.
It isn’t long until we find a rhythm—Beckett pushing into me at the same moment Landon slides out, and vice versa.
I’m a writhing, mindless heap between the two of them, and I can’t bring myself to care. Inarticulate praises and curses leave my lips. One moment, I’m damning them all. The next, I’m elevating them to deity status.
They continue to rock me between them, the only sounds our ragged breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh. I don’t know what the other three are doing, but this isn’t about them. They’ll have their turn.
I lean back slightly to wrap an arm around Beckett’s neck, turning my head to kiss him. “I love you.” I pull away to peer down at Landon, who has sweat beading on his forehead and cheeks. “I love you all.”
“Oh…fuck.” Landon’s lashes twitch, and his cock jerks inside of me, losing the rhythm the three of us found.
Beckett bites down on my neck as he comes, a guttural roar escaping him. I feel ropes of cum hit my back and ass as he pulls out of me.
Landon remains inside me for a second longer, his hips jerky and uneven, his silver eyes intent on my face. One of his hands moves between our bodies, and he rubs at my clit, careening me toward my own edge.
I drag my fingernails down his chest as I come with a scream I’m sure the entire neighborhood will hear. Landon comes as well, but unlike Beckett, he doesn’t pull out of me. His cock continues twitching deep in my pussy long after he ejaculates.
A deeply male satisfaction seeps into his eyes.
“I wonder if that’s enough.” Landon says the words almost conversationally, but there’s an undercurrent of desire in them that has my spine stiffening.
“What’s enough?” I ask as he finally slides out of me.
He lowers his mouth to whisper, “Enough cum in your sweet pussy to impregnate you.”
Holy fucking gods.
Lust barrels through me, and I feel heat clamor up my neck and into my cheeks. This isn’t a surprise. We’ve talked about this before. None of my guys wear condoms anymore (though they didn’t wear them often to begin with), and that’s…that’s okay.
The world may be scary, but when is it ever not? I know any child we bring into this world will be loved and protected. No one will harm our baby.
Landon, more than any of them, has an almost primal urge to breed me. He explained in detail that it’s a kink of his but told me we didn’t have to do it if I didn’t feel comfortable.
I fucked him that very moment without a condom.
I roll onto my back now and stare up at the ceiling, breathing heavily. Sweat plasters my hair to my skin.
But I’m not done yet.
I lift my head to find Ryker and Zane both staring at me—ice and fire, side by side.
No, I’m not even close to done yet.
My body hums with a low, nervous energy.
But I want this, I want them, and my body is revved and waiting.
Ryker and Zane stand before me, their gazes hungry.
“Look at her,” Ryker says, his voice a low purr. “So eager for it.” His eyes drop to my chest, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “Fucking perfect.” He leans in to take one nipple into his mouth and sucks hard, his tongue flicking against the peak, sending a jolt straight to my clit.
He releases my nipple with a wet pop and stands back to study me, his gaze roaming over my body. Zane’s hands are on my waist, his thumbs stroking circles on my skin.
“On your hands and knees, Ellie,” Ryker commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “We want to see that perfect ass.”
I obey, sinking onto the middle of the Alaskan king bed, my ass raised. I can feel the cool air on my wet folds, and I know they can all see how turned on I am. From higher up the bed, I hear the distinct sound of skin against skin. I risk a glance and see Landon, Dominic, and Beckett stroking themselves slowly as they watch, already hard again. The sight makes my pussy clench.
Zane kneels behind me, his hands spreading my ass cheeks. “Look at this pretty little pussy,” he groans, then I feel his tongue, a hot, wet stripe against my slit. I gasp, my back arching as he eats me out from behind, his tongue delving deep, circling my clit. Ryker moves in front of me, kneeling and grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him.
“Open your mouth,” he orders.
I do, and he feeds his cock to me. He’s thick and heavy, the head already leaking precum. I wrap my lips around him, swirling my tongue as he pushes deeper, fucking my mouth in slow, deliberate strokes. The dual sensation is overwhelming—Zane’s tongue lapping at my clit, Ryker’s cock filling my mouth.
“Yeah, take it,” Ryker grunts, his fingers tangling in my hair. “That’s a good girl.” I can hear the slick sounds of the other men jerking off, their quiet groans mixing with my own muffled moans. It’s a symphony of lust, and I’m at the center of it.
Zane pulls back, and I whimper around Ryker’s cock at the loss.
“I need to fuck her,” Zane says, his voice strained with need. He positions himself behind me, the head of his cock nudging my entrance. He lines himself up and sinks into me in one smooth thrust. I moan, the sound vibrating around Ryker’s shaft.
Once Zane is buried to the hilt, he stills, letting me adjust. Ryker takes that moment to pull out of my mouth. “You like having two cocks, Ellie?” he asks, his eyes dark. “You like being filled up from both ends?”
“Yes,” I pant, my body trembling. “God, yes.”
That’s all the encouragement they need. Zane starts to move, his hands gripping my hips as he begins to fuck me in deep, powerful thrusts that rock my whole body. Ryker stands up, grabbing my hair and tilting my head back. He feeds his cock into my mouth again, his rhythm matching Zane’s. I’m caught between them, a vessel for their pleasure, and I’ve never felt more desired.
“Look at her taking it,” I hear Beckett groan from the couch. “Such a fucking slut for it.”
“Her pussy feels so good.” Zane grunts, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. “So fucking tight.”
The pleasure is building, a tight coil in my belly. Zane reaches around and finds my clit, his fingers rubbing tight circles as he pounds into me. Ryker is fucking my mouth with abandon now, his hips slapping against my face. The sounds of sex fill the room—skin slapping, wet mouths, heavy breathing, and the low, guttural groans of the men watching and stroking.
“Come for us, Ellie,” Ryker commands, his voice tight. “Come all over his cock while I fuck your mouth.”
His words are my undoing. The coil snaps, and my orgasm crashes through me, intense and overwhelming. I scream around Ryker’s cock as my pussy convulses, my body shaking uncontrollably. Zane groans as my walls clamp down on him, and with a few more hard thrusts, he follows me over the edge, his hot release flooding my insides.
I look up at Ryker, panting, as he pulls his cock from my mouth with a wet pop. A string of saliva connects us for a moment before breaking. He’s breathing hard, his chest rising and falling, his eyes dark and fixed on me.
“You’re not done, baby,” he growls.
Before I can even process the shift, his hands are on me. One grips my shoulder, the other my hip, and he uses his strength to move me. I don’t fight it; I go where he puts me. My back hits the mattress with a soft thud, the air rushing from my lungs. He’s on me in an instant, his knees shoving my thighs apart, his body covering mine. He’s all heat and weight and sheer, overwhelming presence.
He doesn’t ask. He doesn’t have to. I feel the blunt, thick head of his cock, still slick from my mouth, nudge against my entrance. My body clenches in anticipation, a sharp, desperate ache coiling low in my belly. He lines himself up, and for a split second, he holds himself there, the pressure a tantalizing promise.
Then he pushes in.
My breath hitches. It’s a relentless, deep stretch that burns in the best way. He doesn’t stop until he’s fully seated, his hips flush against mine. I’m so full it’s dizzying, every nerve ending lit up.
Oh god. I don’t know if I can go again. I don’t think it’s physically possible.
He’s still for a moment, letting me adjust, letting my body accommodate his size. I can feel his heartbeat—a rapid, heavy thud—where our bodies are joined.
He starts to move.
He pulls out almost all the way, leaving me achingly empty, before he slams back in. The force of it rocks my whole body, a gasp tearing from my throat. He sets a punishing rhythm, each thrust hard and deep and precise. His hands pin my wrists above my head, his fingers wrapped tightly around them, holding me in place. I’m completely at his mercy, and the thought sends a fresh wave of liquid heat through me.
The sound of our bodies meeting fills the room—a rhythmic slapping sound that’s raw and primal. My world narrows to this: the feel of him moving inside me, the way his muscles bunch and flex under my hands, the fierce concentration on his face. The pleasure builds, a tight, hot coil winding in my core, growing tighter with every powerful snap of his hips. I can’t think, can’t speak, can only feel. I’m a raw nerve, and he’s playing me with expert, brutal skill, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
