Page 33 of Covert (Ruthless Love #2)

Chapter thirty

Nikki

I 'm spent, in the best way possible. Two orgasms, baring myself open with Beckett, but I have three other men looking hungry enough to eat me.

I dismount Beckett's lap and turn to see what the others have planned for me.

I love sex. I love reading about it, I love having it, and I love having regular partners, now, to do it with.

I love that every time we are intimate, it creates another bond, another tether between their hearts and mine.

I love learning my partners and what they like. And I love being shared.

I look to Maddox. He's usually the one directing our scenes.

I normally don't like giving up control in the bedroom, but he's proven over and over again that he puts my comfort and desires first. He may come off as a controlling asshole in the bedroom, but he's proven to direct us so that we all have a good time.

He rubs his hand across his jaw in thought.

"Bend over the couch arm, baby," he says, and I smile, excited by the anticipation of something fun.

I do as he says, resting my hip bones across the arm of the couch. It's an awkward position, because of how short I am, my toes barely resting against the floor, my head almost in Beckett's lap.

"Hands on Beckett's thighs," Maddox instructs, and I do as he says.

"I take it you're done for the day, man?" he asks Beckett, voice slow and softer for his friend. Beckett swallows and nods in response, but takes my cheek in his hand and kisses me anyway .

"Who wants her mouth?" he asks, and I shiver at the tone in his voice.

I love it when they talk about me like I'm not in the room, like I'm only a toy for them.

It's not the degradation kink, I think, but being nothing but a plaything for them is freeing in a way I rarely experience.

I don't have to worry about staying off grid, or the people looking for me.

I don't have to worry about what will happen when they find me.

I'm a ragdoll, to be used for their pleasure, and I love that.

"I want her cunt," Axel replies, all levity gone from his voice.

"Alright, I'll take her mouth," he replies, shifting around to the back of the couch and dropping his jeans.

A hand skates down my spine, and I know it's Diesel by the roughness of his callouses. "This is how they treat you?" His worried voice inches from my ear.

I nod. "It's good, though. I like it." My mind is numb with pleasure, so I can't quite process how to reassure him. "I get something different from each of you, and I like it that way."

He hums in response, but it doesn't sound quite convinced.

"We're going to make a fucking mess out of her," Axel says, running a thumb through the cum leaking down my leg.

I moan, wanting exactly that.

Maddox wraps a hand around the back of my head and brings my mouth to his tip.

I open for him willingly. From this angle on the couch, I have no leverage, so he's going to have to control everything.

From behind me, I feel Axel run his cock through my slick pussy lips before pushing inside in one fluid motion.

I'm so slick and spread open from Beckett, it's an easy push .

His hips snap to my ass on a punishing rhythm, and I whimper, overwhelmed with sensations.

I reach blindly for Diesel, desperate for him to be involved, too.

He rewards me by placing his cock in my hand.

I give it a few rough tugs before all three men find their rhythm.

I'm reduced to a mindless, boneless sack of pleasure.

Then Beckett reaches up to massage my breasts.

My orgasm is a slow-moving freight train, pressing through each of my limbs as I give in to the sensation.

I moan around Maddox's length, taking him deep in my throat.

All I can do is breathe through the sensations as Maddox comes down my throat, Axel swells and comes in my pussy, and Diesel presses forward, warm ropes of cum landing on my back.

I collapse across the arm of the couch, my mind and spirit on another plane, before I'm gathered up by strong arms and taken to the shower.