Page 60 of Craving Consequences

“Yes...” I wheeze, crushed by his weight and avalanche of sensation bubbling over me.

When he thrusts and grinds, a smooth combination of depth and friction, I shudder. My back lifts. My knees fall wide. I dig my heels into the cushion as I guide him to do it again.

“Like that?” He mirrors my motions. “I’m so deep in your little cunt and you’re so tight. Fuck, that’s it. Show me how you like it.”

“That...” I choke as he hits that magical spot. “That ... don’t stop!”

He doesn’t disappoint. He keeps the perfect tempo, guiding me straight over with a guttural whine.

In the haze of euphoric bliss, I feel the hot rush of his cum filling me. I feel the soft exhale burn into the side of my neck. The shudder that rolls down his spine, clenches his ass cheeks.

I smile against his shoulder then up into his face when he lifts his head to peer down at me.

“That was a nice surprise,” I breathe.

The corner of his mouth quirks and he replies with the firm latch of his lips over mine in a hard kiss.

“Van’s turn to use you,” he murmurs, drawing back.

Despite the tremors hollowing out my thighs, I don’t resist when Lachlan pushes off me and Van takes his place. He drops onto the cushion and drags me up into his lap. My back is pulled against his chest, and I’m made to squat over the hard girth of his cock.

Heart hammering, I peer up at Lachlan standing over me, eyes fixed on the place he’d just evacuated, that his friend is about to claim.

“Will you put him in me?”

Despite their assurances that they want me to tell them what I like, I’m still not sure how far is too far.

I think maybe this is it when Lachlan hesitates.

When Van stiffens. Neither says a word and it feels like forever and I’m ready to take it back when Lachlan stoops at the waist. His dark head bends to my chest. His mouth captures a nipple.

It’s so delicious I gasp with the first hungry flick of his tongue over the peak.

“Tell me again,” he orders, running a connecting line with the tip of his tongue from my left breast to my right breast. The nipple there is taken and bitten, and I cry out. “What do you want?”

Van’s cock is a weighty spear of meat jutting up my center. The fat head is nearly at my belly button.

Every breath erratic and getting torn from my throat, I lick my lips and repeat my request with slightly more certainty. “Put Van inside me.”

To my absolute devastation, Lachlan lifts his head. His dark eyes meet mine with a possessive steadiness that destroys my sanity right before he reaches down and takes Van’s cock .

Fists it.

Wraps every single finger around the thick base ... and strokes. Once. Slow and taunting. All the while, he watches me. Smirks when I whimper and shudder in Van’s stiff arms.

The man beneath me gives a low, tortured groan that sings in my ear. It vibrates down the length of my spine where I’m pressed into his chest. His fingers cut lines across my restless hips as his friend jerks him.

“This?” Lachlan taunts, stroking with even pumps.

“Please...” I gasp, knees pulling wide in desperation. Giving him all the room in the world to penetrate me.

Lachlan never releases me from his ravenous scrutiny as he presses the head to my fluttering opening. He notches it in place. Breaches me with the cap. Leaves me stretched and panting.

Van doesn’t wait. He drags me down onto him in one, reckless stroke. He takes my soaked channel until there’s no more room and I am so full I sob.

“Please!” I beg, thrashing and trembling as I’m made to take him. As I’m held down and impaled to the point of sweet pain.

“My turn,” Lachlan declares, crouching between our sprawled thighs. “Hold her, Van. Hold her for me.”

The hands on my hips drift down to force my thighs wider. The owner says nothing as we both watch the man before us run the flat of two fingers up between my lips. Scissor my clit. My folds are spread and smeared with the combination of my and Lachlan’s releases that he gathers from Van’s shaft.

It feels amazing.

The feeling of being so full combined with the slow rub of Lachlan’s fingers moving back and forth has my head falling back and my core rushing with the promise of release. I don’t understand why I need to be held until I feel the nudge.

My head jerks down just in time to watch the digits push past my opening and join his friend’s cock inside me.

My howl of pain and pleasure tangles with Van’s snarl as I’m stretched.

“Ride us, Everly. I want to feel you taking us with your hole stretched.”

I don’t think I can move under the intense pressure, but I try. I make several futile attempts that go sideways when Lachlan clicks his tongue and leans in to lick my clit.

“I’m going to cum again,” I whimper, already shaking. “It’s so tight...”

Lachlan traces the bump in lazy circles. His fingers keep working in forced pumps that dig his knuckles somewhere inside me that has my toes curling.

The compression is unbearable. Sweat slides down my spine, collects across the top of my lips, plasters bits of hair to my temple. I can’t breathe as he runs the flat of his tongue up in hard strokes like someone enjoying an ice cream cone in the sweltering summer.

“Please ... please...” is all I can manage as he pushes deeper and I convulse. My heels dig into the sides of the cushion as I hit the ledge of my limit.

My body heaves and lifts. It’s too high. Too fast.

Van and Lachlan slip free with a slick, wet sound.

But it’s the swipe Lachlan was about to take. The perfect position of his tongue. It happens before any of us can process.

Instead of my clit, his tongue drags across the full, glistening length of Van’s cock. Cleaning what I had left behind.

He freezes.

I freeze.

But it’s Van who chokes on a sharp breath. His grip crushes my thighs.

No one speaks. The moment hangs between us with an electric charge that sinks serrated fangs straight into my clit.

“Again.” It comes out raspy and broken, and shamelessly needy. “Do it again.”

Definitely a line being crossed, but I am so lost in the sight, in the act, that I can’t even formulate any other words as I wait for him to continue.

Neither says a word, but I see the glance they exchange. I feel the heavy thump of Van’s heart against my shoulder blade. See the flare of Lachlan’s nostrils as he comes to his decision .

He shifts.

I watch, barely breathing as he wraps the hand still slick from my channel around the base of Van’s dick. The weight is held steady as he lowers his mouth ... and licks.

“Fuck!” Van groans, a low, broken sound so beautiful I shudder. “Lach...”

“A ... again...” I croak. “Please.”

Lachlan does. He drags a long, slow stroke from base to tip. He continues without my prompting. Moves to the side, repeats. Works every curve, traces every vein. His eyes never leave my face.

“Jesus, Lach...” Van’s voice is a plea, a weak, hoarse whimper that destroys what’s left of my sanity when I tip my head back and capture his mouth.

I slide my tongue across his, tasting every whine. Every jagged gasp. Needing to savor every second as my body rushes with arousal so intense, I might die.

“Touch me,” I beg him.

It takes him a second. I can’t see what Lachlan is doing, but it has Van panting in my mouth. His eyes are squeezed shut tight as if in pain.

When his fingers find my opening, his lashes flutter open and I am caught in the storm raging across the silver pools.

“You’re dripping,” he growls. “Do you like watching my best friend suck my cock? ”

The very words alone have a fresh surge of heat pooling out of me to puddle across his pelvis. I’m so wet, he meets no resistance when filling me with three fingers.

“Put me in, Lach. Our greedy little whore wants to get her cunt stretched.”

Van’s fingers never move. They stay curled in place when Lachlan guides the head of Van’s cock against my opening.

I don’t even tell them it’ll be too much. I can’t think of anything, except how badly I need this.

Them.

Van pushes up with his hips.

Lachlan drags me down to meet his friend.

And I scream as they tear me in half. As they fill me to my breaking point. It’s too much and not enough as the world goes black for a moment and I die and come back to life.

“Imagine how good it’ll feel having two cocks in here, filling you like this,” Van hisses, slamming up harder. “Breeding you with twice as much cum.”

I cum without warning. It’s so sudden and sharp, I can’t even make a sound as I drive myself down on him, impaling myself harder than he is. My body clenches so hard around Van’s cock, he chokes on a curse and spills inside me.

The world is a haze of lights and a buzz I can’t distinguish when I hear Lachlan in the distance.

“Turn her over. I’m not done.”

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It takes hours for my body to stop shivering. Hours for the electric currents to stop crashing through my nerves in tiny micro-orgasms that plague my already tender core. Every pulse elicits a fresh tremor through my aching limbs that feel like jelly.

They have always been very good at destroying me, dismantling me from the foundation until I’m a limp, sobbing mess, but something about this time ... something in the way they broke me has my body fighting to overcome the torture.

Lachlan’s tongue working up Van’s rigid shaft. His eyes, hot and focused, fixed on my face. Van’s ragged pants in my ear. His fingers hooked inside me, stretching me...

My clit throbs that warning twitch just before climax and I have to press my thighs together as a heavy dribble of cum soaks the crotch of my panties. Drenches through to coat my shorts.

The afternoon sun scorches the pavement as I cart a box of dishes down the porch.

The heat burns the truck, turning metal molten where it grazes my forearm pushing the carton across the truck bed.

Sweat clings to my skin, plastering my tank top down my spine.

Beads slide down the valley between my breasts to soak the elastic band of my shorts.