Sixty minutes later, my face is wet with tears. My whole body is shaking uncontrollably, hot and cold washing over me in big shivery waves. I’m covered in sweat; it’s building under my hair, rolling down my thighs, sticking the slippery silk sheets to my bare skin. My sex is clenching desperately, pulsing and weeping all over the bed. I’m so empty I ache, deep in my womb.
Between my legs, Luke gives me another leisurely lick, tracing the tip of his tongue across my entrance, dipping inside. I choke, trying to slam my thighs together, to hold his head there, but my bound ankles just rattle the bedframe uselessly. He gives me a feather-light kiss, fluttering his lips teasingly over my sensitive, sucking flesh, and I cry out, tugging at the bonds.
I’m exhausted. I’ve been balanced on the very edge of release for what feels like forever. The guys have spent the last hour taking turns to eat me. Right now, Zack and Josh are both kneeling by the mattress at my side, kissing their ways up and down my chest as Luke takes his time between my legs.
I thought I’d be able to handle it, but I can’t. I feel dizzy. The ache in me has sharpened to actual pain. As each minute passes, I get closer and closer to my breaking point. I stare at the ceiling, tied down and splayed out, chest heaving.
Luke licks me again. At my side, Zack starts nibbling at my neck, grumbling in approval as I tremble and twist away from him, overwhelmed. Tilting my head, I look out of the big glass doors at the night sky outside. The city noise has died down now, all of the late-evening commuters gone. The lights in the windows of the opposite office buildings have all switched off. But I’m still here.
“Please,” I choke out. “Please, just let me…”
“Yeah?” Zack murmurs in my ear. “You wanna come?”
I nod furiously. I’m too far gone to be embarrassed about begging. All I can think of right now is coming.
Josh kisses my boob. “She wants to come, Luke.”
Laughing, Luke buries his face in me, his fingers gripping hard into my legs. I cry out as he starts devouring me even faster, drinking down my wetness, roughing his tongue over my throbbing hood over and over again. Simultaneously, Josh and Zack both speed up their movements, pinching and plucking at my boobs harder. I shout in relief, dropping my head back against the pillow, waiting for the sweet relief of release. Finally, finally, they’re going to let me come. I let my eyes fall shut…
And then Luke pulls away again, when I’m right at my peak.
“No!” I shout, as the warm glow inside me fades away again. “Please! Please, God, please…” All of a sudden, I start to cry, big heaving sobs that shake right out from my chest.
I’m shocked at myself. I don’t know why I’m crying. I’m not sad. I’m not even upset. I’m just turned on, and frustrated, and right at the end of my rope. There’s too much pressure boiling up in me, I have to release it somehow. If I don’t get to come soon, I’m going to scream. I rub myself against the mattress furiously, searching for any kind of friction, but my damp skin just slips over the silk.
“Shh.” Josh says, sitting up and wiping my cheeks. “Shh, sweetheart.” He leans in for a kiss. “It’s okay.”
I shake my head mutely. It’s not okay. My whole body is trembling, pounding, hurting. I’m so on edge that I spasm as he strokes his hand soothingly over my hip. “Please,” I gasp. “Please, please.”
“Zack, she’s had enough,” Luke says, kneeling down at the foot of the bed and rubbing his cheek against my thigh.
“Aye,” Zack says. “You have. C’mere, precious.” I feel hands on my wrists, tugging at the fabric, and then my arms are gently lowered to my sides. At my feet, Luke is untying my ankles. Finally able to move again, I flop back on the mattress, staring up at the ceiling. The men murmur over my head for a moment, then the mattress shifts and creaks as Zack sits down on the bed next to me, scooping me up in his muscled arms. I bury my face in his bare chest, rubbing into his chest hair as I try to catch my breath. I’m sopping and pulsing and desperate between my legs, so sore and sensitive I could scream.
“Please.”
“You did so good,” he says, rocking me. “Are you ready to come now, love?”
“Please,” I rasp. “Oh, God. Please, please.”
He gives me one long, hot kiss that has me keening and trying to press closer — then he lays me out gently on the bed and stretches his muscled body over mine. His erection is a hard press between my damp thighs. I squirm my hips against his, trying desperately to push him into me.
He laughs. “Easy, lass. Hold on to me.” He takes my arms and wraps them around his neck, then finally, finally, guides his thick, smooth head to my fluttering entrance.
As soon as his hard rod pushes inside of me, cleaving through my swollen inner walls, I come immediately. My scream of relief is muffled into his neck as my entire body shakes uncontrollably against him. He makes a garbled noise deep in his chest, holding me closer as I shudder over and over, painful waves convulsing through my overstimulated, sweaty body. It feels like my release lasts forever. Every minute of getting tortured until I was hot and aching is now finally getting paid back, and the sensation is so strong it carries me away.
Zack talks me through it. “That’s it,” he murmurs in my ear. “We’ll have you coming so many times you forget your own damn name.”
The thought is so hot I almost come again right there. I peer over his shoulder. “Where—”
I see two sets of eyes fixed on me. Josh and Luke have both sat down in chairs opposite the bed and are watching intently.
“Don’t worry about them,” Zack murmurs. “They’ll get their turns. And they love to watch.” He bites my cheek. “Hard and fast, okay, love?”
I choke and nod, and he pulls out a fraction. I have a few seconds to wince at the horrible empty feeling before he grunts and slams back into me. His full, heavy balls slap against my pelvis. Heat jolts through my body, and I scrabble at his back as his thick length rubs my inner walls, sending sparks through me.
True to his word, Zack screws me hard and rough. I flop against him, each thrust jerking my body around like a rag doll. Even though his movements are brutal, he holds me gently, cupping my cheek tenderly. His big thumb strokes up my cheekbone as he rams into me harder.
“You’re perfect, L,” he pants between thrusts. “Always knew you were.”
“Come,” I pant. “Oh God. Come, Zack. You need to come.” Already, I can feel my second release bubbling up inside me. I writhe on his dick, gasping and sweating, desperate to reach it.
“No,” he retorts.
I blink up at him. “W-what?”
He tightens his grip on my hips, his nails digging into my skin, and changes the angle. I gasp, choking on air.
“Made you wait so long,” he forces out through gritted teeth. “Now I wanna see you come. Over and over. We ain’t stopping.”
I bite his shoulder, muffling my scream as another release hits me like a lightning strike. It’s too much. I’ve never felt so much pleasure. It feels so good it hurts. I spasm against him, shuddering painfully. When my insides finally stop clutching, I try to twist away, but Zack won’t let me, thudding hard and fast into my G spot. I’m so wet from my hour of torture that with each thrust, my channel makes a slick sucking sound, my own arousal sticking my thighs together.
“You like it like this, sugar?” He breathes in my ear. “You like giving up control? You like giving yourself over to me? To do what I want with you?”
“Zack,” I moan, trembling as another wave of feverish heat sweeps through me. I’m not sure if I’m coming again, or I just haven’t stopped. It feels like this is one long, drawn out release, rising and falling with every movement of Zack’s hard rod inside me. Zack’s mouth crashes into mine as he keeps on thrusting into me, harder and harder and harder. His thick thighs are starting to twitch hard against mine. I can feel him losing his rhythm. He’s almost there. Desperately, I try to remember every kegel exercise I’ve ever learned, bearing down on him, squeezing hard.
He finally breaks, coming with a roar and spurting me full of his hot, slippery seed. I cry out as he pulses inside me, slamming into me so hard I can barely breathe. I cling to Zack’s broad shoulders as we shudder together, letting the hot wave of pleasure sweep us both away.
