“You don’t—” I gasp out, shaking my head.
His fingers dig in a little firmer, and he pierces me with a look. “It would be a damn good way to go,” he insists.
“You’re doing so fucking well,” Everett adds, his breath hot where it ghosts over my skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. You make the sweetest noises, and we want to hear more of them.”
I don’t know if that was his plan or not, but it goes right to my head. Maybe I’m primed to react more strongly to praise like this, or maybe it’s just that they’re making me feel so good. Either way, when Lincoln gets back to eating me out, I can’t hold back anymore.
He doubles his efforts, like he wants me to lose control right then and there, and I can’t do anything but give in to it. Not when the heat is riding me, and I’m so turned on that it almost hurts.
Lincoln presses the flat of his tongue to my throbbing clit, and I come on the spot, shaking and crying out with the force of it. I absolutely soak Lincoln’s face with my release, and I can’t even feel bad about it.
And of course, it’s not enough. It’s not even close. Instead of dampening the heat inside me, the orgasm seems to have intensified it, giving it a taste and making it want more. It claws at me from the inside, and I whine, high pitched and desperate.
“I know,” Everett says. “I know you need more.” He slides in to take Lincoln’s place, and my eyes blow open wide to see Everett of all people on his knees in front of me. The need pulses higher, and when he moves in to lick into me with filthy, brutal precision, it’s like an electric current jolting my system.
“Oh my god,” I moan, twisting and shaking right there on the bed. “Oh my god it’s so—it’s too—”I can barely get the words out. Everett’s mouth is overstimulating me, giving me pleasure that’s on the edge of pain. “It’s too much,” I manage to say. “I can’t come again. I can’t?—”
He looks up at me, his eyes flashing dark and intense. “You can,” he says. It’s not quite an Alpha command, but there’s power in it. Like he means for me to obey him. “You will. I’m not stopping until you’re wrecked.”
I sob as he goes back to it, not giving me even a second to recover. His tongue feels like it’s everywhere, licking me, lapping at every sensitive bit of flesh he can find.
Cash’s fingers find their way into my hair, stroking the strands back from my sweaty forehead. He leans in so he can whisper in my ear, and it’s almost grounding to have him there.
“You have no idea how perfect you are like this, do you?” he says. “You’re so wet. I can see it from here. I can see it all over Lincoln’s face and all over Everett’s. You’re making such a fucking beautiful mess for us. You’re gorgeous.” He strokes my hair lightly. “We’ve all be dying to touch you. That’s the truth, and I think you know it. We all have wanted you so bad.”
The combination of his words and Everett not letting up sends me spiraling. I suck down air in short, shallow gasps for breath, quivering on the bed. Everett’s strong grip holds me in place, and I don’t fight against it.
I don’t think I even could. He licks into me over and over again, spearing his tongue until it slips into my soaked entrance. I cry out his name, jerking hard when that starts a wave of pleasure cresting.
It’s bearing down on me hard and fast, and I couldn’t hold it back if I wanted to. All I can do is feel it. All I can do is cling to Cash as Everett works me over, living up to his promise to not stop until I’m wrecked.
“Are you going to come again?” Cash asks. “Come on, songbird. Let us see it. Let us hear you.”
The orgasm slams into me, even harder this time. I scream out, not able to hold it back, trembling and begging. I don’t know if I’m begging for more or for Everett to stop. All I know is there’s a litany of‘please, please, please’ spilling from my lips as tears fall down my face.
Once again it feels good, but there’s something missing. There’s still that emptiness. My body knows what it needs, and itknows that it doesn’t have it right now. The two orgasms haven’t even taken the edge off, and I know in the back of my mind that this won’t let up until I get what I’m craving.
“Please,” I moan, sounding a little broken with it. “I need—more. I need cock. I need to be filled. Please. Please give it to me? Please knot me. Please fill me up and take me, I?—”
For all he was talking about wrecking me, Everett doesn’t seem to want to be the first to give in. He and Lincoln exchange a look, and once again I can’t understand what they’re conveying to each other. Not like this.
Everett gets up and steps back, and even though I can clearly see the bulge in his pants, he doesn’t make a move.
A sob rips out of me, and I grind uselessly on the bed.
It’s Cash who gives in first.
He swears under his breath and gets up, moving to stand between my legs. I stare up at him as he shoves his pants down, freeing his hard cock. It’s already slick with precum, flushed and thick, and my mouth waters at the sight of it. My pussy throbs, wanting it inside already, and I scoot closer to the edge of the bed, spreading my legs even wider.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck, okay.” He grabs my calves and lifts my legs up, pushing me until I’m lying back on the bed. He doesn’t take his eyes off my face at first, watching every expression as he grips his cock and starts to push inside me.
I gasp at the intrusion, and my body tries to accommodate him, stretching and burning with it. He’s thick and more than I’ve taken in so long. But I want it. I need it.
Cash takes his time at least, gritting his teeth as he eases his way in. It’s a slow, steady burn that has me sitting up, changing the angle so I can cling to him. My nails dig into his back, and he pants hard, bottoming out with one smooth push.
“Oh fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. You feel so damn good, songbird. You’re so fucking tight, holy fuck. You weremade for this, weren’t you? Made for me to fuck you open so you can take my knot.”
Just the word has me writhing on his cock, trying to pull him in deeper, even though he’s already as deep as he can go.