Page 53 of Craving Consequences

EVERLY

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I wake mid climax. I’m falling before my eyes even spring open to Lachlan’s face between my legs, tongue lapping greedily at my tender core. Van is reclined next to me, propped up on one elbow, head resting on the heel of his hand, watching me. Watching and rolling my nipple with his free hand.

“Morning,” he teases as my body bows off the mattress and my fingers dive into Lachlan’s hair. “You orgasm in your sleep. Did you know?”

Gasping and shuddering as Lachlan latches onto my twitching clit with teeth and lips, I can only grunt some type of response.

“We spent most of the night taking turns counting to see how many times we could make you cum before you woke up.”

It’s only when Lachlan continues to flick that I feel the raw tenderness, the over stimulation of too much.

“How many?” I croak as my stiff, aching joints are pushed wider around his shoulders and he goes in for another round .

“We lost count at one point,” Van answers, leaning in to suck on my nipple. “We had to start over.”

“God...” I groan, hips lifting off the sheet as I’m forced over yet again.

“You said we could keep going,” Lachlan taunts, lifting his face, giving me a moment of reprieve to kiss my hipbone. “Not our fault you fell asleep.”

“I think I passed out.” I chuckle, lacing my fingers through his hair and tugging him up my body. “You both exhausted me.”

Van smirks, nipple popping out of his mouth. “Remember that next time you make an old person comment.”

I shake my head, but my response is swallowed by the kiss, by Lachlan’s invasion of my mouth. I’m so lost in the weight of him pressing me into the mattress I’m not prepared for the slow, deliberate thrust of his hips until he’s inside me.

The tenderness is momentarily overwhelming. It’s sharp and quick before we’re moving together.

“On top,” I pant.

He turns us over without comment and I straighten, planting my palms against the hard slabs of his chest. My body sinks all the way down on him in that perfect, deep plunge that has my head falling back.

“Love this,” I breathe, hips grinding the way I learned I liked the day before on Bron’s bed. “You feel so good.” I lift my head and find them both watching me like I’m the first sip of water they’ve had in years. They’re so raptured, so ... mine. “I want something.”

Lachlan’s fingers dip immediately between my lips and skims my clit.

I shake my head but hold his hand in place as I continue to roll on him. “Did you mean what you said back at the storage?”

The two exchange glances and I let them think about it while I reach for the second cock next to me. I stroke Van while I ride Lachlan.

“About wanting to know what made the tabbed spots in my book so special.”

Realization dawns and both sets of eyebrows lift with interest.

“Something you want to try, sweetheart?” Lachlan prompts.

I delay my answer by pulling all the way up his cock and letting them watch as I slide back down with Lachlan’s groan of pleasure filling the room.

“It’s really dirty,” I breathe. “You might think I’m gross.”

Their combined protest is amusing, but I’m not joking. The thoughts and ideas I’ve had about these two, the fantasies ... they’re depraved and sick. They will definitely not be open to any of it, or they’ll walk away hating me .

“Definitely not possible,” Van assures, pushing up to trail kisses up my abdomen, through the valley between my breasts to capture my mouth.

The kiss is soft, but possessive and insistent, like he’s trying to convince me not to worry.

“Is there anything you won’t do?” I ask quietly in between the slow pecks.

“Fuck each other,” both say as if waiting for the question.

Despite the knot in my stomach, I chuckle. “Anything else?”

Van draws back and peers at his friend. The two exchange a lengthy, silent conversation that ends with twin shrugs.

“That seems to be it,” Van remarks.

I lick my lips and bounce a little harder.

I ride Lachlan a few more minutes before slipping off.

My head is buzzing with nerves and anticipation as I direct Van to the headboard.

I set his back against the wood with his legs in a wide V across the mattress.

Lachlan is positioned across the middle with his head between Van’s ankles.

I crawl between them with my knees on either side of Lachlan’s head and my face over Van’s cock.

“Cum in my mouth,” I tell him as I scoop my hair up and press the strands into his fist .

His eyes flare with heat, but he says nothing. Doesn’t have to. I’m already swallowing his beautiful cock. Taking him deep into the back of my throat. Between my thighs, without prompting, Lachlan is at my mound. His fingers are splayed across my backside, pulling me down on his mouth.

Van wields no mercy as he drives my head down with every hard thrust up with his hips. He fucks my mouth the way he had my pussy the night before and I let him. I thrive in it while riding Lachlan’s face, grinding my clit onto his nose.

Van cums with a guttural warning. Hot, salty jizz fills my mouth and I have to restrain myself from swallowing.

My heart is thumping wild and a little panicked in my chest as I pull back.

Our eyes meet for a hint of a second before I slither down Lachlan’s body.

His beautiful face is smeared in my juices, but I don’t care when I crash my lips to his . .. and empty Van’s cum into his mouth.

Lachlan stiffens.

His entire body goes still under me. His dark eyes stare up into mine, wide with realization.

I wait for him to throw me off. To scream and spit it all out. To tell me I’m disgusting.

He doesn’t.

It’s tentative, but he slips his tongue between my lips. Gathers the rest. My heart is pounding so hard my chest hurts, but I breathe a small sigh of relief .

“Don’t swallow,” I whisper.

He says nothing, but I know he’s holding it all in his mouth.

Trembling, I lift off him and position myself on my back. My head tips back to where Van is watching us. Watching Lachlan holding cum in his mouth.

“Hold me open, Van,” I tell him.

He darts a last glance between me and the other man before grabbing my legs and folding them up to my chest. His big hands frame my slippery mound. He takes it a step further without prompting and spreads my folds, exposing my opening.

Lachlan gets it without words. He crawls over and spits everything into my offered channel where Van pumps every warm drop inside with two fingers. He smears it over my lips. My clit. My tongue where he shoves both fingers down my throat and makes me suck them off.

I do with my eyes never leaving Lachlan’s thunderous expression. He’s so still yet seemingly pulsing with something I can’t decipher. My heart is a panicked bird slamming into the cage of my ribs.

To my small relief, he bends at the waist and sweeps the flat of his tongue up my center still held open and wide by Van’s hands. He drags the pink flesh from hole to clit without ever once breaking our connection.

“That it?” he grits out .

I shake my head, breathing hard.

I’m ready to apologize and back out before I go too far, but they’re pulling me up and I realize they want me to continue.

Swallowing, I turn to Van. “Lie ... lie down,” I croak.

I don’t miss his hesitation, but he does. I bunch my fingers as I will myself to crawl up and over him, straddle his stomach and face Lachlan with my back to Van.

My fingers feel like ice chips resting on Van’s raised knees. I’m trembling. I’ve never been so scared and aroused simultaneously, but it’s too late now.

Sucking in a breath, I turn my head back over my shoulder and meet Van’s calm, trusting gaze.

“Trust me?”

An eyebrow lifts, but he gives a faint nod.

I face the other man, heart in my throat. “Hold his legs, please.”

Van stiffens, but says nothing as I tug his knees up and wide. They’d done it so many times to me that I’m almost amused when neither of them understands how. But I get him semi folded with Lachlan’s hands splayed against his best friend’s thighs, holding him open.

Tentatively, I lean up and kiss him. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I’m surprised when he returns it. When he frees one hand and clamps down the back of my neck, holding me still as he devours me .

Emboldened, I reach between us and capture his cock. I squeeze the appendage and stroke, and feel his deep groan slide down my tongue.

“I love you,” I tell them both. “I ... I need ... I need you to remember...”

Van’s response is the slip of his hand over my hips and down between my thighs. He strokes my clit as I pump his friend’s cock between his open legs.

Shuffling back a few inches to straddle Van’s head. My retreat has Lachlan shuffling closer, guided by his dick still in my hands. I don’t stop until their balls touch. Their cocks align and I can grip them like a dick sandwich.

Both men jerk. The coiling of their muscles, the reflexive urge to jerk away gives me pause.

“Stop?” I ask.

I can’t see Van’s face, but Lachlan’s is a storm cloud of emotions, a hard, angry slab of outrage, confusion and something else that almost has me bolting.

But he hasn’t stopped me. Neither of them have.

I take that as a good sign to continue when I arch my back and bend over to take both dicks in my mouth.

Not fully.

Barely both heads, but I suck and lick. I run my tongue between them and take first Lachlan, then Van into my mouth.

Behind me, Van’s arms close around my hips and I’m pulled all the way down on his face. My entrance is breached by his tongue as I take his best friend’s cock down my throat.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum,” I tell Lachlan as I repeat the devouring of penises to Van’s shaft.

He says nothing, gaze too transfixed by the sight of my fist squishing his appendage against another man’s.

By the tongue I sweep over both heads. I don’t miss when he rolls his hips forward.

When he starts pumping into my grip. I’m careful not to make eye contact as he meets my motions.

I say nothing as his balls rub over Van’s.

The way both of them look so good like this.

Maybe something’s wrong with me, but I am so turned on by the sight and the steps that follow after I nearly miss when Lachlan grunts his approach.

Moving quickly, I nudge him against Van’s back entrance. Not penetrating, but when he comes with a snarl of my name and sprays all that thick, hot cum, it fills Van’s opening. It splatters up the taint and across his thighs.

Both men growl, but I’m preoccupied by the mess and the fact that neither have pulled away still. Not even when I slip my whole hand across the glob, smearing it over Van’s balls, his cock. I rub it over his taint and back ... back to sink one sticky finger into his back channel.

“Everly!” Van’s snarl is torn and tattered .

His cock jumps in my pumping fist. His entire body shudders and stiffens simultaneously as I sink deep to find the knot.

“Cum for me, Van,” I pant, matching the drives of both hands.

“What the fuck are you...? Fuck...” but his words are torn and breathless, and on the cusp when he swears again and bucks under me.

His fingers dig into my hips. His toes curl in the air as his thighs quiver under Lachlan’s steady hold. His opening contracts, sucking greedily on my fingers as I get him close using his friend’s cum as lube.

I know he’s close when his body bows and the veins along his shaft pulse.

With a hiss of my name, he sprays my chest. My collarbone. My breasts. I keep pumping until the last tremor has left him and he slumps on the mattress.

Very carefully, I extract myself ... entirely. I slip off his torso and gather up the sheets to pull around me. I watch the pair as Lachlan releases his friend’s legs and shuffles back as well. All that euphoria dulls as I wait for them to process and hate me.

I can’t.

I can’t watch them come to the realization that I’m a sick pervert. It’s our last day together and I had to go and screw it up .

Hating myself on a new level, I edge off the side of the bed and hurry from the room.