Page 36 of Craving Consequences

“I’ve dreamt of seeing your tight little cunt stretched. Dreamt of it, used and leaking all over my cock as I make you take every inch.”

“Lach...” I gasp

“That’s it,” Van hisses. “Don’t stop. Fucking need to breed you, baby. Need to fill you with my cum. I need to be inside you to do that. ”

“You’re going to be so slippery with his jizz filling your pussy,” Lachlan breathes. “I’m going to slide right in. Going to add my cum. Get you so full before we take you home.”

“Jesus Christ, what are you saying to her? She’s leaking all over my cock.”

Lachlan smirks and kisses me. “Just what a good girl she is.”

Van slams up, closing the distance between us. Filling me completely. Stretching me so wide I’m gasping as my body struggles to take him.

“Too much!” I pant, and both men chuckle.

“No, baby,” Van kisses my gaping mouth, “It’s perfect. You’re fucking perfect.”

Lachlan pinches my clit, rolls it between his fingers with just enough pain to have my head fall back and my body seize. My nails claw down Van’s back as his friend releases the helpless nub and flicks it.

“Our messy little girl,” he drawls into my jaw. “So responsive. Will you be this loud in church if I slip my hand under your pretty dress?”

I sob helplessly, words a foreign concept when all I know is the building heat of Van’s driving thrusts, his grinding pelvis. The depths ... God, the depths he keeps pounding to. It’s so deep that the pressure is pure agony while Lachlan only makes that pain so sweet .

“You hear that?” he goes on, voice dipping into that mocking territory that makes my muscles clench. “That wet sound every time Van sinks deep inside you? That’s your sweet cunt begging for more. It wants to get railed and abused.”

Van pulls back, then slams forward to prove his friend’s point. The attack wrenches a guttural cry from my chest.

“Made for this,” Van pants. “Made for our cocks. Our cum. Made to be used ... Fuck, Lach, she’s so wet.”

“Our dirty little toy,” Lachlan agrees.

Van pumps faster. Harder. His fingers are at my hips, digging bruises into my flesh as he takes me with ruthless madness.

“Van!”

He falls on me. Hands fisting in my hair, dragging my head back as he snarls, “My pretty doll.”

Even with his hand squished between our grinding bodies, Lachlan doesn’t stop. He rubs harder, matching his friend’s vicious pumps. Like this, fully pinned and immobile, I can’t think. I can’t breathe.

Van is everywhere.

Above me.

Inside me.

All around me .

He’s stealing and taking, and consuming, and using me while Lachlan helps him destroy me. Helping him drag me to the cliff.

“Oh God ... wait...”

“No!” Van’s voice is fractured slivers of heat. “Cum on my cock.”

My head thrashes wildly side to side as my body rises under him. Meeting him. Needing him to keep hitting that spot.

“I’m ... Oh God, please ... don’t...”

My words scatter, vanish under the howl of something bursting free. My limbs seize, back arching as Van holds me down, forces me to keep taking everything while Lachlan demands I fall.

“Cum, Everly,” Van snarls. “Be a good girl and fucking cum!”

I do.

With a scream that rips from the very center of my soul, I shatter.

My body spasms violently around Van’s cock as he slams in deep and stays.

Hot, sticky ropes of cum spray up inside me, drenching my walls, spilling free from the ring that seals our bodies.

There’s so much it dribbles down my ass crack to soak the blanket.

And still he twitches, expelling every drop while Lachlan is still at my clit. Pressing and rolling my helpless bud .

“Too much. I can’t—”

“Quiet, little toy,” Lachlan croons. “You have no choice.”

Breathing ragged in my ear, Van turns his face, nuzzles my cheek and whispers, “Lach’s turn to use you, pretty doll.”

I whimper.

My whole body quakes, raw and slick, and sore, but the moment Van withdraws, and I feel his cum slide free, something stirs in me. It ignites a fresh flame that waits eagerly for me to get mounted again.

“Show me,” Lachlan commands, replacing Van between my legs.

He’s nearly obscured in the hard dusk settling over the clearing, but twin lights flare on as Van finds his and Lachlan’s phones and flips the flashlights on, casting soft halos of light around us.

“Spread your pussy and show me your dirty cunt. Show me what you let my best friend do to you.”

It shouldn’t turn me on the way they talk to me, but it does. It’s insane and makes no sense because if Bron called my cunt dirty, called me a filthy doll to use and take his cum, I would be appalled and disgusted.

But the way Lachlan is watching me with a clawing hunger and pride so bright it’s blinding, all I want to do is please them.

Still, I hesitate a second before folding my knees to my chest and showing him.

“Look at that mess,” he shakes his head slowly as if disappointed, but his eyes gleam as he runs his fingers through the glob coming out of me. “Your little hole is so swollen and stretched, yet you’re so fucking greedy for more.”

Giving me no chance to respond, he hooks strong hands under me and flips me over. I’m repositioned on my knees, ass raised, face pressed into the fabric that now smells of sex and sweat. The remains of my dress are torn away from me and chucked aside.

“Please,” I pant.

He slaps my ass. The sting is beautiful and painful as it rips through me. “Please what?”

I shudder. “I want your cum.”

He lines the head of his cock to my entrance. He drags the shaft through Van’s mess, coating himself with Van’s seed.

“You’re going to take every inch of me,” his head breaks through, “and you’re going to thank me for it.”

I can’t even formulate words as he sinks home. My mouth opens in a silent cry as he descends forever into my used body. The stretch is brutal. I’m already so sensitive. The nerves scream, torn between wanting more and begging him to stop.

Yet...

God, help me, but I crave it. I need that sharp pain laced with pleasure that curls my toes.

“That’s it,” he praises softly. “That’s my good girl. Still so fucking tight. ”

His hands settle on my hips, firm in his command, relentless as he rocks deeper. Reflexively, my knees slip apart, giving him room to use me.

“We’re going to stretch you,” he tells me between pants, between slams of his hips. “You’re going to take both cocks in here at the same time, but not tonight.”

The thought has my channel seizing. Has me leaking and bucking back to meet every pump.

“Promise?”

It’s reckless and dangerous, especially knowing this is our final time together, but the plea escapes without permission and even Lachlan doesn’t catch my mistake.

His fingers twist up in my hair and I’m dragged up into his lap. My back to his chest.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart.”

Van appears before me and I know my task before he says a word.

I take his cock between my fingers and bring it to my mouth.

“Good girl,” he purrs, long fingers stroking through my hair. “Clean your mess off.”

I have never given oral, but I’ve read a million filthy books and feel semi confident enough to tackle the task.

I flatten my tongue and lick a broad stripe from the base to the tip. The mingling taste of our combined releases fills my mouth. A salty and slick sensation that has me going for a second.

Above me, Van’s breath catches. A sound like a groan rumbles across his chest. His fingers brush through my hair, encouraging.

“Fuck, baby. Don’t stop.”

Delighted by the praise, I suck the swollen head between my lips. I swirl my tongue around the ridge and as far down as I can reach.

Beneath me, Lachlan’s hands knead my thighs. They’re drawn apart, spread wide as he shifts.

For a weird second, I almost start laughing. I’m naked in a field getting tag-teamed by my fantasy men. Van’s cock is in my mouth while Lachlan moves inside me, lubricated by Van’s cum. It’s all a surreal blur I don’t think I’ll ever wrap my head around, but the time for that is later.

Overcompensating for my momentary distraction, I lean too far forward. I meant to move on Lachlan, but the cock in my mouth plunges too far down my throat, gagging me.

“Easy,” Van whispers, stroking my cheek. “You’re doing so good.”

I can do this. The women in my books do it all the time.

Mind set, I lift my hips, dragging my channel up Lachlan’s shaft while descending on the cock in my hands. I push down on Lachlan and pull up on Van .

It takes a few clumsy attempts, but I find my rhythm. I find the pace that makes my men moan and grip me harder. I ignore the ache in my thighs, the burn in my sensitive channel. None of it matters, except hearing them beg me not to stop.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” Lachlan grits from beneath me, his fingers tight on my hips. “You feel so good. So fucking tight around me.”

No one speaks as we lose ourselves in the moment.

Lachlan cups my sex, fingers delving between my lips.

His free hand goes to my breasts, my nipples.

He strokes me while I focus on Van and adjust my jaw to take him as deep as possible.

It’s not an easy task. There’s so much of him.

But I take what I can while meeting every thrust of Lachlan’s hips.

Van’s fingers tighten in my hair, his hips twitch. “God, baby, I’m so close. Don’t stop.” I feel the shift, the stuttering in his hips as his thighs tense. I hollow out my cheeks and pull him deeper, suck him harder. “Fuck, baby ... fuck ... Everly...”

With a snarl of my name, his hot cum spurts across my tongue. It hits the back of my throat as he jerks against my face. I swallow as much as I can, but it dribbles past my lips and down my chest. I feel it hit my breasts where Lachlan uses it to tease my nipples. To rub Van’s seed into my skin.

Aroused by the sight, I expel a bit more and moan when he slathers it across my chest.

“All of it,” he orders, holding up his palm like a parent demanding gum from a child who shouldn’t have it.

I spit whatever’s left of Van’s cum into Lachlan’s hand.

It’s smeared over my breasts, rubbed into my mound. It coats my skin when the same damp hand closes around my throat.

“This is how you should always be, covered and dripping with our cum.”

The cool air kisses my sweat and jizz coated skin, making me too aware of Van still standing over me, watching his friend use his cum like lotion on me. He hasn’t said anything, but the silence speaks volumes as his friend fingers my clit. Gets me to the edge.

“Lach...”

“Let go, sweetheart. Let go for me.”

With a strangled whine, I fall forward. Hands splaying across the blanket as I buck over the twitching cock spraying up inside me.

Lachlan continues to hold me long after we’ve both stopped shuddering.

He cradles me while murmuring quietly into the back of my shoulder.

Words I can’t fully understand. It’s only when he slips free that Van stoops down in front of me and gathers me up out of his friend’s arms and into his lap.

“You okay, Evie?” he asks quietly into my sweat-soaked temple .

I think I nod, face wedged into the side of his neck. “Sleepy.”

He presses me closer. “Did we hurt you?”

I yawn and burrow deeper into his warmth. “Yes, but not your fault your package is so large. I blame your parents.”

His quiet chuckle warms my cheek. “It’ll fit easier next time.”

Next time. I really like the sound of that.

“I’ll practice,” I mumble around another yawn. “Might need your help, though.”

He groans against my mouth. “Oh, I’ll help you practice taking every inch.”

I hear Lachlan say something in the distance, but I’m already drifting. I’m falling into the cozy arms of sleep. The last thing I hear before I fully blink out is Van’s quiet, “Never letting you go.”