Page 52 of Craving Consequences

Without bothering with words, I lean in and take him into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks and suck him slow, savoring the weight of him on my tongue. He’s hot and thick and already leaking for me. The taste of him has my lashes fluttering.

“Fuck, such a good girl,” he groans as I stretch my lips wide and take him to the base. “You were made for this,” he pants, hips rocking forward in steady, filthy strokes. “Daddy’s perfect little cock whore.”

I moan. The praise sparks something reckless and wild. It heightens my need to please him, to hear him tell me I’m his good girl in that deep, rich growl.

I pull back with a wet slurp and lick the sensitive ridge just beneath the head before tracing the vein pulsing along the smooth shaft. My gaze flicks to his, mouth smeared with spit and swollen and stretched around his dick, and I nearly cum at the look of ravenous pride in his eyes.

“Don’t stop,” he urges, sliding his long fingers through my hair and fisting. “Drink Daddy’s cum, Everly.”

God...

My nails sink into his flesh, anchoring my sanity as my body gives a violent shudder. As it crests without a single contact to my clit.

I have to stop. I need a minute or I’ll...

He thrusts up. Slow at first. Then deeper. Choking me. My throat tightens. Tears sting my eyes. Saliva pools at the base of his cock. But I don’t stop him. I let him claim my mouth like the good whore I am for him. I let him enjoy using me because this is mine, too.

His cock.

His voice.

His dominance.

His unhampered, unfiltered love for me that I feel radiating off him fills the hollow places inside me and it’s perfect.

His cock pulses beneath my grip. The salty tang of his pre-release fills my throat and I chase for more with the tip of my tongue circling the opening and earning a groan.

Beneath me, my thighs tremble from squatting. They’re burning with the effort of holding myself up. But I don’t complain.

A warm palm slides up the curve of my ass. The fingers flex once before drifting up to my waist as Lachlan kneels in place behind me. He strokes the soft curve of my hips before drifting inward and down. Down between my soaked lips.

I know it’s a lot when Lachlan swears and drops his brow to my shoulder. His fingers hook in, impaling me. stretching me while I fight not to cum. He pumps and I squeeze my eyes shut and will my body to obey.

When he finally withdraws and pulls his hand away, I almost exhale a sigh of relief. For a second, I think I’m safe only to feel his slippery digits prod my back entrance. Not just prod, invade. He presses in one and thrusts .

My knees nearly give.

The stretch blurs my vision. My fingers tighten around Van’s cock. I whimper and resist the urge to jerk away.

“That’s it,” Lachlan soothes gently. I feel the cold, wet squelch of something hitting the crevice of my ass and dribble to where he’s forcing in a second finger. “Easy, sweetheart. Keep sucking.”

His slick fingers move with unhurried strokes. It burns. The sting is unbearable. A sharp itch that has my body clenching and desperate to push him out. But I resist the urge, turning my focus on Van’s cock. Using Lachlan’s invasion as the rhythm to set my pace to.

“Just like that,” Lachlan says. “Let me in.”

His fingers slide deeper and my hips twitch. The new depths has my eyes stinging and a whimper rising in my throat.

“It’s ours,” Van reminds me, smoothing away a stray tear escaping down my cheek. “All your holes belong to us, remember? Including the one Lach’s about to stretch and pump full of cum.”

I’m not arguing the need to allow it, but the discomfort has me squirming even when he drags his fingers free.

Then I feel him line up and my spine stiffens. I dart a panicked glance up at the man watching me with quiet confidence and get a gentle brush of his palm over the back of my head .

The blunt head of Lachlan’s cock kisses my ass and every muscle in my body locks up. I grip Van’s thighs for balance as Lachlan presses forward. Slow. Almost gentle. An unrelenting pressure that turns my gasp into a cry as he breaches me.

“Almost there,” Lachlan grits out. “You’re so fucking tight.”

I whine and press myself forward deeper into Van like I can somehow escape.

His solution is to cup the back of my head and guide me down over his cock like it’s a pacifier he’s trying to soothe me with.

“Breathe, Evie. Let him in.”

I don’t think I have a choice, but I turn all my focus on sucking Van into my mouth. It oddly is comforting even as my entire body shudders and drips with sweat.

When Lachlan gives a final push, a sharp slam of his hip and bottoms out, I keep sucking even when he goes still. I think he’s letting me adjust, but that’s not a possibility when he has a whole city bus rammed up inside me.

They don’t give me long before they move. Van guides me over his dick while Lachlan grips my hips and rocks me forward. The momentum works with gradual consistency. The push and pull has my body forgetting the pain much too quickly.

“Lachlan...” I gasp, back shuddering at the unfamiliar surge of heat

Lachlan’s grip is bruising, insistent as he holds me up for the thick rod he’s driving inside me. Van, filling my mouth, demanding deeper with every push from his friend.

I can’t breathe. It’s all so overwhelming. The pressure, too intense. I think I need to pull back. I need a minute...

Van leans forward and cups my jaw. I’m freed of his girth and forced to meet his gorgeous eyes with drool and tears running down my face.

“Come here, Everly. Let’s see if you can take both of us.”

My eyes widen as the implications of those words threaten to tip the scales of my sanity.

“Both?” I rasp.

Lachlan pushes to the hilt, filling me completely. Scattering my thoughts with the possessive clamp of his hand over my mound.

“We’re going to get Van in here,” he hisses in my ear, fingers pushing in. Stretching me.

Van shifts on the sofa, legs braced wide, arms reaching for me. “Climb up.”

It’s tricky pushing to my feet without dislodging Lachlan.

My thighs burn and I wince as blood rushes through the cramping muscles.

But I hobble forward the single step with Lachlan following my move.

One hand stays splayed across my abdomen, keeping me firmly flush against him while the other presses between my shoulder blades, guiding me .

I’m panting. My body is slick with sweat and my throat aches. It’s not sexy at all, but the way Van is watching me, I may as well have been a supermodel.

“There you go,” he praises sweetly, hands moving beneath my thighs and lifting me into place. “You already look so perfect stretched on one cock. Let’s see if your greedy cunt can handle two.”

The cushions sag with our combined weight. I have to grab his shoulders to brace myself as my knees plant down on either side of his hips.

Lachlan presses tighter behind me, his breathing hot on my neck as he keeps himself in place. Keeps steady as Van works the head of his cock to my entrance.

I choke on a gasp when it brushes my soaked slit. My pussy clenches, desperate to feel the stretch. To feel them both in me.

“Sit, Everly,” he tells me once he’s in place.

I do. My hips obey without question. My body wants the thing my brain can’t even fathom as I sink myself over and down every rigid inch and ... I think I scream.

The raw agony lodges in my throat. It roars between my ears in a shrill of clanging bells as my body is torn in the most incredible, painful, perfect way .

Both men groan in unison as they break me. As I seize and ... spray. As my body jackknifes under their hold and the world collapses on its axle.

“Fuck me,” I sob. Beg. “Fuck me. God, harder!”

Needing the momentum. The friction. And they comply. They ram into me, cocks grinding together inside me, separated only by a thin membrane. But it’s something else. It’s something sharp and blinding.

“Don’t stop...” I wheeze, hips driving back, wild and reckless, meeting every slap of their bodies as my orgasm spikes, rising all over again. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop...”

I can’t breathe. I’m barely aware of their words, their vicious growls as they use me.

Their hands are at my breasts, lips suctioned on my nipples.

Fingers between my folds, prolonging every second of this torment until I am wailing.

Shuddering. My thighs are wet, slipping over Van’s hips as I ride him like my life depends on it.

My core is expelling hot spurts of release that seem to go on forever as I continue to fall.

Continue to use them to reach heights I never thought humanly possible.

It won’t stop and I can’t take anymore. I’m shaking hard enough to break a bone and my molars are on the verge of cracking. I’m so sensitive and raw, heightened with every touch, every grind of my hips, every slip of their fingers, lap of their tongue sends fresh currents through me .

I am a broken mess of a thing clawing at the solid heat beneath me, body bucking uncontrollably with a mind of its own. Greedy and hungry for the agony they’re putting me through. I’m merely a puppet on frayed strings, convulsing with a pleasure so immense it’s pure pain.

There is nothing to hold on to. No thoughts. Just wave after wave of blistering, all-consuming bliss.

“No more,” I pant even as my body spasms with a fresh, micro climax that crackles up my spine. “I can’t...”

“Shh, breathe, baby,” Van’s quiet voice cuts through the chaos, low and soothing as he folds me against his chest. “We got you.”

His heartbeat is too steady, too even against my cheek.

My hypersensitive skin prickles beneath the loving glide of his palm.

The whisper of his lips. The second set of lips brushing my shoulder.

I am too aware of their flaccid cocks still wedged inside me.

Still semi solid despite having cum already.

Lachlan is no longer stroking my clit, but his fingers stay at my lips.

Tips pressed into my fluttering switch, guiding my orgasms.

Very gingerly, Lachlan pulls free. The expulsion of his fluids is immediate as my used channel contracts with the loss. The area burns and throbs as I return to my senses, but I’m still shuddering too hard to pay close attention.

I’m lifted off Van and I get a brief peek at the mess I created. At the glossy, wet stain soaked into the cushion, running down his cock, soaking his lap. There’s so much of it and I almost feel embarrassed when Van lifts his face.

There is no amusement in his expression.

His eyes are wild, bright with a fever that reminds me of a wolf caught in the scent of a wounded rabbit. It’s the starved heat of a feral beast. I know that look. I’ve seen it often enough. But I can’t ... I’m so tired and I’m pretty sure I’ll have a stroke if I cum again.

Behind me, Lachlan holds me up. His arms are steel and silk forged across my middle. His lips are lit matches falling across my neck. But he’s not holding me for the sake of keeping me on my feet. His palms are lifting to my breasts.

“I can’t...” I protest, too weak to fight when Van slips off the couch and kneels before me.

“Not for you,” he hisses through his teeth, eyes fixed on my dripping center.

“Let him taste you,” Lachlan orders, cradling the weight of my breasts. Skimming the nipple with his thumbs. “Let him clean your mess.”

I give a shudder even before the first sweep of Van’s tongue. I watch, helpless and tender as he lifts his lashes and fixes his gaze to mine.

“You came so hard,” Lachlan murmurs into my ear. “Your pussy wouldn’t stop squirting. You’re going to need a new sofa. ”

Heat swells beneath my cheeks at the slight taunt in his voice. “I couldn’t stop.”

Lachlan chuckles low and dark. “We don’t want you to. We’re not done with you. We want more.”

I should tell them no. I should put my foot down and tell them I’m too sore and tired. But who am I kidding? I have wanted this for so long, wanted them. Wanted to be wrecked and worshiped and devoured. I’m not wasting the precious time we have left resting.

I respond by sinking my fingers through Van’s hair and lifting a foot to rest on his broad shoulder, giving him ample room to work his magic.

“Promise?” I rasp, back arching with the first thrust of Van’s tongue into my tender opening. “Promise not to stop?”

Lachlan rocks his newly erect cock between my sore ass cheeks, and I think maybe I’m not ready for that again quite so soon.

“You want us to fuck you until you pass out?” he teases.

Van’s lips close over my clit, creating a seal that has my head falling back against Lachlan’s shoulder.

“No...” My hips press down and shift against Van’s mouth. “Keep going.” My face tips up to meet Lachlan’s gaze. My free hand loops up and around the back of his head. I pull him down. “Keep using me.” I nip on his bottom lip. “Even if I’m sleeping. ”

The low rumble of Lachlan’s chest vibrates along my spine. “You sure about that?”

“I’m your toy,” I remind them.

“Goddamn it,” Lachlan groans.

“We’ll fuck you raw if you open that door,” Van warns, powerful body rising to his feet to tower over me. “You’ll wake up drenched in cum. Pussy swollen and leaking.”

Despite just getting plowed so hard I’m pretty sure I won’t be walking right in the morning, I shiver at the image.

“Your cum belongs to me. Only to me. Where else are you going to put it?” Feeling bold, I circle his cock between my fingers and stroke. “Now, do you both need a minute to rest or—”

Without letting me finish, Van stoops and tosses me over his shoulder. With a sharp swat that sends fire tingling through my sensitive channels, he stalks with me towards the stairs.