Page 34 of Craving Consequences

“No?” Van echoes with dark amusement. “Then why does your pussy keep pulsing like it’s ready to come all over our fingers?”

He stretches me around a second digit and I sob. I buck. My entire body shoves down on the intrusion. Impaling myself on him.

“Please ... please...” I grunt into the leather now moist and slick with my sweat and saliva.

Van’s fingers slip free, leaving Lachlan alone to keep me just on the edge. I’m ready to beg, to cry to have him when the flat surface of a tongue sweeps over my opening. The tip nudges and circles. Enters.

“Fuck, she tastes so sweet.” He laps and circles, not stopping even when he goes over Lachlan’s finger and the other man seems unbothered.

“Careful. You’re going to make her cum,” Lachlan warns, grazing my switch. Barely. Featherlight sweeps that aren’t doing anything and yet terrorizing me.

“No, she won’t. She’ll cum when I say, isn’t that right, Everly? ”

I remember his threat from the previous night when he made me sit still with his tip inside me. I remember the importance of following the rules if I want to be rewarded.

“Yes,” I croak.

“There. See?” Van says to his friend with smug arrogance. “Our good girl knows better.”

Lachlan hums softly and drags the back of his finger up my slick heat to my opening to join the other man. “How long do you think we should make her wait?”

Horror fills me at the thought of being left like this. “No, please, don’t—”

A sturdy palm comes down on my left cheek just hard enough to knock the remaining wisps of air from my lungs and silence me simultaneously.

“What did we just say, Everly?”

My jaw snaps shut, trapping the tortured whine locked in my throat.

Lachlan clicks his tongue, his disapproval making me shrink. “We haven’t even found our spot yet. We’re not about to let you fall apart against the side of a damn truck.”

Two fingers on two hands push inside me. Move in different tandems. Stretch me in different directions. Making the world spark with an explosion of stars.

“You’ll stay nice and wet for us until we’re ready for you, won’t you, baby? ”

I nod obediently. “Yes, sir.”

Lachlan’s finger frees from my opening and glides down to my clit. The firm, deliberate brush steals my senses as the fire coils so close.

“Say it, sweetheart. Say you’ll be a good girl.”

I’m wheezing. Mindless and lost to their authority. “Yes ... yes, I’ll hold it. I’ll be a good girl.”

“Damn right you will,” Van growls, and just like that, their hands are gone.

I’m left panting and struggling, frustrated beyond logic as they help me down onto the board. I can barely stand on my jelly knees as I’m made to face them.

Both grin, dark and twisted, and so hot I expel a fresh flood down the insides of my thighs. They are so beautiful and evil I want to kiss them and hit them simultaneously.

It must have shown on my face. Their smirks only widen the longer I glower at them.

“You’re both mean,” I tell them.

Eyebrows arch and if they had horns, this is when they would be jutting up from the tops of their heads.

“Mean?” Lachlan gasps with feigned outrage. “We already let you cum, remember?”

I try not to let my nose wrinkle at his logic. I don’t have to try for too long when Van kneels at my feet. He gathers up my fallen slippers. Shackles my left ankle in his giant grip and gingerly slips my foot into the first one. Then the other.

“Imagine how good it will feel when we do finally let you,” he murmurs, head lowering, lips skimming my inner calf. Knee. Thigh... “You’ll feel so good on my tongue.”

I bite my lip as the tongue in question slips out and runs up ... up...

“Van...”

My fingers fist in his hair. Grip hard as he flicks between my lips. Kisses them with an open mouth, full tongue assault. He tucks a hand under my thigh and lifts, giving himself full access to me.

Air wheezes from my lungs as I fall back into the seat I’d been dangling from. I’m caught in the predatory gleam of his eyes never wavering off my face.

Over his bobbing head, Lachlan watches me. Relishes in the torture I’m in with his arms folded and his cock a thick bulge outlined beneath the rough grain of his jeans.

Our eyes lock as my hips chase his friend’s mouth lapping at my sex with greedy sweeps.

“I could lick your cunt all day.” Van draws back, running his tongue over his shiny lips. “Live off your pussy.” He straightens, towering over me with molten eyes and a heaving chest. “I want to wake up with you already on my face, serving me breakfast. ”

I blush to the roots of my hair. “Van!”

His big hands close into my waist and I’m lifted easily down. “You heard me.”

Without further comment, he deliberately shoves me straight into his friend who catches me. Threads all ten fingers into my hair and yanks me in for a long, painful kiss. His tongue thrusts deep into the crevice of my mouth, claiming me. Hurting until I whimper.

Only then does he pull back just high enough to growl against my mouth, “You like hearing all the filthy and depraved things we’re going to do to you, don’t you?”

I can’t lie. How can I when I am literally dripping.

“Yes,” I pant.

His teeth sink into my bottom lip. I taste blood that he wipes with his tongue.

“Good. You’re going to love the list I’ve been keeping for the last five years.”

My head jerks back and I blink up into his ravenous gaze. “Five years?”

His mouth quirks at the corner in a smirk, but it’s all ice and fire, want and destruction. “I have wanted your pussy stretched open on my cock for a really long time, sweetheart.”

The place in question throbs. It weeps with anticipation and need. “I wish you had. ”

Lachlan draws in a breath, and I can feel him withdrawing, regretting ever saying a word.

I capture his face and kiss him. I pour every ounce of my love into the melding of our mouths. I anchor him to me with my arms around his neck.

“Just tonight,” I whisper to him. “We ... we can have tonight. Please, Lachlan.”

He’s so rigid for so long that I feel the hammer of fear slamming into my ribs before he speaks.

“Just tonight.”

I nod hurriedly, expelling the air in my lungs.

He kisses the tip of my nose and smooths a wild strand of hair off my face.

“Everyone ready?” Van returns to our side, blanket tucked under his arm.

It’s passed to me so they can gather up the drinks and bags they’d left on the hood of the truck.

With trembling legs, I follow them into the trees. My body pulses with every step, a frustrating reminder of just how swollen and ready I am.

They make me take the lead. I know it’s because I’m the one with directions, but the ten minute journey takes almost thirty when they keep taking turns pushing me up against trees and putting their hands and tongues inside me only to stop abruptly until I’m so close I could cry .

By the time the trees thin and the glimmer of blue waters peek through the branches, I’m a quivering mess of nerves. My knees are useless. My thighs are slick. Van is behind me again, breath hot on my neck, hand cupped between my legs like he owns it. His fingers part my lips, tease my clit.

“Looks nice,” Lachlan states casually like his friend isn’t two fingers deep, pounding into me.

“Look at all this space,” Van growls into my ear. “We can make you scream, and no one will help you.” He pulls out and slaps my backside. “Go.”

I jolt forward with the impact. My feet tangle together and I stagger, but keep moving forward to the boulder in the distance.

They don’t stop me from shaking out the blanket and spreading it out. They stay a seemingly safe distance, watching me bend and move straightening out the corners. But I’m just a rabbit between two wolves.

And I have never felt so safe or loved.

Or terrified.

Wet.

Aroused.

Lachlan moves to the rock jutting out of the ground and kicks off his shoes.

Van joins him, tugging his shirt up over his head with a lazy drag that reveals the thick spread of muscles that make my throat dry.

His abs flex as he stretches. Sunlight casts golden heat over the ridges and valleys of his torso.

A tribal line of ink snakes down one side only to vanish into the waistband of his jeans.

Lachlan, leaner, but no less dangerous, drops his shirt to the side and unbuttons his jeans before lowering himself down. He stretches out with a satisfied grunt, back against the rock, legs extended.

But it’s the thick, purple head poking up from the V of his pants that I’m captivated by. The slit shines wet and slippery, coating the cap in preparation. The sight of it has me clenching around nothing.

“Come here, baby,” Lachlan beckons, voice low and dangerous.

I kick off my shoes and obey. Every nerve ending is a violin string ready to snap as I move to sit next to him.

“Here.” He pats the blanket between the wide V of his legs.

I crawl into his lap and tuck my knees up.

“Legs open, sweetheart. Wide. Give Van a good view while he eats.”

Van chuckles as he digs into the first takeout bag and emerges with a sachet of fries. “We want you on display, Evie. No squirming. No closing your legs.”

Heat crawls up my spine, warms my cheeks, but I do as I’m told. I shift and reposition myself, settling my back to Lachlan’s chest with my knees up and spread, exposed and obscene to the world. The position bunches my skirt up around my hips, a white frame showcasing my swollen sex.

Van passes out the food. Even to me. I’m given my burger and fries while Lachlan snakes an arm around me, cups my sex. Rubs my clit while running his lips along my jaw.

“What time are we meeting tomorrow morning?” Van asks, sitting back, eyes fixed on his friend’s fingers drifting lazily between my folds, slipping in deep before dragging out to circle my clit.

“I’m thinking we get a head start to beat the storm,” Lachlan says, stretching me on two fingers. They glide in and out slow and smooth. Unhurried. Drift out wet and slippery to spread my already parted lips and scissor my clit. “Six, maybe?”

Van nibbles on a fry, watching me squirm. Watching Lachlan stroke me with lazy precision like I’m not even there.

I am so overstimulated and aching, I think I might cry, but I know begging won’t work. Crying won’t work. I need to endure if I want them to make it better.

“Eat, Everly,” Van coaxes, tone deceptively light as he licks salt off his thumb. “Good girls who finish their food get to play.”

The packet of fries between my fingers crinkles, reminding me I’m holding them as Lachlan’s fingers pinch and tug my nub, knocking the breath out of me .

“Maybe she wants me to stop,” Lachlan taunts.

“No!” I blurt. “Feels so good. Please...”

“Then start eating,” he murmurs, circling. Circling.

I bring a fry to my lip. Take a bite.

“Chew,” Van prompts, reminding me when my mind forgets the process as Lachlan sinks his fingers in and grinds his palm ... curls my toes.

“Oh God!” I choke, back arching. Hips meeting the friction.

“Shhh,” he whispers into my ear. “Chew your food, Everly.”

My jaw closes on whatever’s in my mouth and he pumps. He rolls his wrist. When I stop. He stops. The incentive is enough to get me to finish every bite while they watch me and chat about useless things I can’t be bothered to remember.

When the food is gone and I’m shivering against Lachlan’s chest, he finally withdraws his fingers. They come out with a wet, slippery sound that would have been mortifying if his little, “Fuck, sweetheart,” didn’t unleash a madness in me.

Van stretches with a groan and shoves the containers away from him. “My turn.”

Lachlan lets me go, too busy licking me off his fingers as I crawl with trembling limbs across the blanket .

Van barely waits until I’m close when big, greedy hands clamp on my arms and I’m forced down onto my back with him rising up over me.

“You look so good getting fingered. Getting wetter with every stroke.” His head drops to my neck.

His lips suction and move along the hammering vein.

“I’m going to sink every inch of my cock inside you.

” His hands drag the collar of my dress down, bare my breasts.

“I didn’t bring a condom so you’re taking every drop of my cum.

” His mouth closes on a nipple. The other is captured under his hand, pinched between his fingers.

“When I’m done, you’re getting on your knees so Lach can take his turn from behind while you clean your mess off my cock with your tongue. ”

If I wasn’t already a writhing, desperate mess, I would have succumbed to the sweet agony. As it were, I’m lost in the filthy promises being burned into my skin. I’m clutching his beautiful hair and spreading my thighs. Giving him everything if he’ll just end my suffering.

He shimmies down my torso. Hands bunch up my skirt, shoving the fabric up around my waist, baring me to him.

“So pretty,” he groans, lowering his lips to my hip bone. “Open. I need to taste her again.”

I start to spread my knees when a thought occurs to me. A crazy, wild, dangerous thought, but it has me biting my lip to stifle the giggle building in my chest .

“Van?” I whisper, fighting the wave of pleasure rushing over me with the first open-mouth kiss.

“Yes, baby?”

Oh my God, I’m going to get myself in so much trouble, but I’m committed now.

“Is it safe for you guys to do this?”

Van’s head lifts. Over his shoulder, I have Lachlan’s attention, too. His furrowed brows and cocked head. Listening.

“What?” Van asks.

I brace myself because once I say it, I will only have a second before they get the implication.

“I mean, at your age. Will you be able to keep up?”