Page 30 of Crushing Clover

“You need to keep your bougie glass water bottles out of the fucking kitchen before another one gets broken.”

“I put them in the corner now,” he said, sounding distracted. He reached underneath me to press on my pubic bone, angling my hips his way. “Such a good girl for me. Are you going to fill up my bottle when you come?”

“She’s not allowed to come.”

“Why are you so against giving her any pleasure?”

“The last thing we need is for her to fall in love with us.”

“Why? It would make her more obedient.”

His fingers slipped lower, searching out and finding my clit with an ease that made me suspicious about how difficult it would have been for Noah to do the same thing. He’d always acted like he had no idea where to find my clit, even though I’d practically drawn the man a map.

The way Rush was stroking me was too good. Behind my gag, I quietly whimpered.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Leaving you needy all the time was getting old.”

“Maybe for you.”

“We’ve never been this mean with any of our other submissives, no matter how you seem to remember things. We never left them needy for longer than a day or two.”

“You were the one who said we could take out our frustrations on her.”

“Man, give your head a shake. I know you’re still pissed, but she isn’t Arabella. Saying we were going to take out our frustrations on her was one thing, but crushing Clover for the sins of another woman isn’t fair.”

“Oh please. We haven’t been that rough on her.”

“I think we’re starting to walk a fine line. She’s a good girl. We need to reward her once in a while so she doesn’t completely lose her mind.”

Rush’s hands were magical, and the bottle was weirdly turning me on, as was Saint holding me still for him. I didn’t want this scenario to be working for me, but my body wasn’t listening to my head. Saint wasn’t stopping him, but they’d trained me to expect disappointment.

“The frigid cunt isn’t going to get off. Forget about it. We need to start getting things organized for tonight.”

“Shut up or you’re going to throw her off.”

Saint reached inside the gaping neckline of my dress and cupped my breast, squeezing my nipple between his fingers until it felt like a bite.

I squirmed, and someone ran a fingertip over my back hole.

Fuck. There were only two of them, but there seemed to be so many hands.

They were enjoying watching me struggle—watching what they were doing to my helpless body.

I couldn’t fight them off. Besides, their hard hands felt too good.

Any noise I made might make him stop, but the sounds were as desperate to get out as I was to come.

I was so busy worrying, my orgasm exploded out of nowhere, and I wailed behind my gag.

The bottle slid out of me and clattered to the floor, but it was too late.

I was coming, and neither of them could stop it from happening.

The finger on my clit kept moving, and then something hard and warm pushed inside me, taking the bottle’s place, hitting all the right spots.

I closed my eyes so hard I saw stars as my orgasm kept carrying me along, making me choke on the gag.

I couldn’t catch my breath and spat the fabric from my mouth.

My voice rang loud in the room then a hand clamped down, cutting off my noise, only to have Rush groan loud enough to deafen me.

He slammed into me hard several times then stilled, the hard bar of his cock twitching for long, blissful moments as my pussy pulsed around him.

Before I was ready, he pulled out and gave my ass an affectionate squeeze. His cum dripped from me, audibly hitting the floor in the relative silence.

“If Lucky’s back, send him in here.” Saint’s voice was rough.

“She’s right here. If you’re not in the mood for seconds, use her mouth. She needs some coaching from Lucky, but she’s not bad. It’s sort of nostalgic having someone gag on your dick.”

The sound of Rush zipping his pants seemed loud in the room as Saint declined to answer. I didn’t care that he didn’t want me—hell, it saved me work, right?

After an affectionate pat on my sore ass, Rush left the room.

My mind drifted for a few moments, and my sated body felt boneless.

My eyelids were heavy, and my muscles slackened, and a moment later I was falling to the floor.

I caught myself, slamming my hands against the floor barely in time to save my face.

What the fuck? He could have asked me to get off him.

Not wanting to piss him off, I lay where he had discarded me, catching my breath.

He picked up my underwear from where I’d spat them out on the couch and tossed them at my face.

Rather than try to catch, I let them hit me, taking the indignity of it in stride.

If it made him feel better, it was no big deal.

I watched him, but he ignored me, draping his arms across the back of the couch and waiting with a frown of impatience. Lucky came into the room, brows high in question.

“Close the door.”

Lucky shut it quietly behind him. “Everything okay?”

Without a word, Saint unzipped his pants. I moved out of the way, and Lucky sank to his knees without so much as a pause, shuffling forward as he worked Saint’s erection free. He seemed to think better of commenting on it, which was probably smart of him.

I edged sideways, giving Lucky more room, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me closer.

“Not the girl,” Saint snapped.

“I want her to watch. She’s not going to learn otherwise.”

“What kind of girl doesn’t know how to give a blowjob?”

“She doesn’t have very much experience,” Lucky reminded him.

“Train her on Rush then. I’m not a fucking tricycle.”

Rather than answer, Lucky leaned in and took Saint’s cock deep into his mouth, halting whatever he was going to say as his intended words turned into a growl of approval.

He was so much rougher than I was, and even though I couldn’t stand the man he was giving pleasure to, I couldn’t help but admire his confidence and form. If there was an Olympic cocksucking event, Lucky would win gold.

It was hot being right next to him, watching him make Saint’s entire body tense with pleasure.

“Can she try?” Lucky asked, pulling his mouth off Saint John’s cock as things were getting intense.

“Why do you have to fucking interfere?”

“I want to teach her what to do.”

“We’re pressed for time, here.”

“Okay, but can she?”

“Fine. As a favor to you, but you’re the one finishing me off.”

“Yes, Saint.”

I couldn’t stand the man, and definitely didn’t want to suck his dick, but there wasn’t much I wouldn’t do for Lucky.

“Come here,” he said affectionately, taking my arm. “Come on. He won’t bite.”

“I beg to differ,” I said, still feeling his toothmarks in my shoulder.

“You know better than that,” Saint said simultaneously.

“I mean right now,” Lucky said, grinning.

Saint grumbled something else, but Lucky settled me between his knees before getting in close behind me. My knees were still sore from the rice, and my ass wasn’t any better, but I could ignore those discomforts.

I was feeling even more embarrassed about doing this than I had the first time I’d ever given a blowjob.

Noah had been so happy to have his cock in my mouth that any kind of finesse I’d lacked had been irrelevant.

Saint, on the other hand, not only knew what he liked, but also knew what he didn’t like—namely me.

I took the tip of his cock into my mouth and moved downward to get him deeper.

“No, no,” Lucky critiqued. “Don’t just push your mouth down. This isn’t a hotdog eating contest. Suck him down—every inch. Suck as you go down, and suck as you come back up.”

Confused, I tried it, not sure if I was doing it right. Saint grunted in discomfort. Had I sucked too hard?

“That’s right, good girl,” Lucky whispered in my ear. “Now you’ve got him.”

Great. Now this was humiliating and hot.

I’d always thought of oral as a favor a person did for their partner because they cared about their pleasure, but with Lucky murmuring in my ear and Saint’s fingers digging into the couch, I was enjoying myself.

Someone had moved his hand to my hair, and I assumed it was Lucky, but there was also a chance it was Saint.

All of us were breathing hard. Saint was trying to stay still—trying not to show he was turned on.

He actually fucking trembled. I was anticipating his loss of control, rather than dreading the moment he would fill my mouth.

It felt like winning. He didn’t want to lose control with me, and knowing I could make him do it filled me with anticipatory glee.

“That’s right, Clove. He’s helpless, and he hates it. You’ve got him wrapped around your finger.” He sounded almost as turned on as Saint, and his hard cock was pressed against my back.

“Lucky, I’m going to fucking kill you,” Saint rasped, twisting helplessly beneath me.

“Don’t stop, baby girl. Make him groan so loud even the dishwashers hear him.”

I couldn’t resist an evil chuckle and gave him no mercy with my mouth. I tried a trick with my tongue, and he froze.

“Evil bitch,” he choked out as his hips shot up toward my face.

He grabbed the back of my head and jammed his cock deep into my throat, letting loose an unholy growl of pleasure that made my pussy flutter even as I became desperate to breathe.

He pumped cum into the back of my throat as I felt like I was turning blue.

After what seemed like forever, he let go of his death grip on my head and collapsed back against the couch.

He groaned and rubbed his face with both hands.

I had fallen backward against Lucky, gasping for breath. Saint rose in the space I’d left, towering over me. He glared down. “Don’t think this changes anything.”

“No, Saint.”

He stalked out of the room as he zipped his pants and straightened his uniform.

“Did I just make an enemy for life?” I asked, not expecting Lucky to reply.

“Blowjobs don’t usually put people in the enemy for life category.”