Page 6 of My Three Enemies

Still kneeling on the ground beside me, Jackson tells his brothers what he was able to find out from me.

Both of them look very interested in the information, and I know all of them think there's more to the story.

They're absolutely right, but if I tell them anything else, I don't know what will happen.

My father is dangerous. I have to assume there are plenty of people looking for me right now, and if the brothers have information about me, they could sell me out in the blink of an eye. I'd rather anything else than be thrown back in that house with my father.

“She's still withholding information though,” Jackson says after he updates them. “There's definitely a lot more we can get out of her.”

Dax steps forward and looks down at me, tracing a finger over my thigh before kneeling in front of me. “Might as well stick to the methods we already know work, right?”

I can feel his breath against my pussy and even though I just came, I'm ready once again. Unfortunately, I know this is going to be painful. Under no circumstances am I actually able to give them my full story.

His lips press against my clit, and he slowly traces his tongue up and down my slit to taste my juices. Dax savors every moment of it before focusing his attention on my clit. As soon as I moan from the sensation, he quickens his pace and loses control of himself.

It feels incredible and I lean back on the couch and close my eyes. There's a part of me that thinks Dax might lose control enough that he actually lets me come. I doubt he has the restraint to hold back like Jackson did.

But instead of pulling away entirely, he switches his pace from fast to slow.

His mouth refuses to leave me. While he pleases me with his tongue, hands reach for the T-shirt around my torso and pull it off of me.

I don't even try to fight back. Jackson and Gray undress me, letting their hands rub all over my stomach while they work their way to my breasts.

Gray lowers his mouth to my neck, suckling at the soft skin while Jackson's tongue traces its way up my stomach. I'm an absolute heaven. All three of them are pleasuring me at once, their hands hot and rough against my skin. I never want this moment to end.

Dax pulls his mouth away from me briefly, licking up my juices as if he thought it were a crime to waste a single drop. When he goes back to work, he pulls my clit between his lips and sucks gently while swirling his tongue around it.

“Oh my God, Dax!” I cry out, which only seems to make him more focused on pleasuring me.

“I can't wait until you're screaming my name,” Gray whispers in my ear, trailing his tongue from my neck to my breast. I look at him with a smirk, trying to get my brain to form words.

I have to blink twice when I see his eyes.

Their soft, sterling gray is now almost black.

Before I can get a second look, he takes my nipple in his mouth and I toss my head back moaning.

Jackson follows suit and I can barely utter a syllable.

The pleasure is overwhelming. I feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasming. Part of me wants to lie and pretend I'm nowhere near close, hoping I can be at least somewhat believable. But I can't control myself. My legs spread wider and I'm whimpering and trembling as Dax sucks my clit.

Just before I’m about to cry out and come again, Dax finally pulls away and looks up at me. The others continue suckling on my breasts for a moment before they back away from me as well.

“Dax, please,” I beg,, “I need it. I need you, Dax.”

Hearing me beg for him seems to turn him on even more.

But he just shakes his head and stands up, extremely hard in his sweatpants.

I want nothing more than for him to lower his pants and shove himself inside me.

I've never felt a cock in me before, and I want it more than anything in the world right now.

“You know we need you to give us some more answers,” Dax says, his voice much calmer than Jackson's was when he was asking.

“I can't,” I say to all of them, looking between the three. “Really, I know you think I'm lying, but I can't tell you. Please.”

They look at each other and shake their heads. “That's not good enough for us.”

Gray and Dax switch positions and Dax starts kissing my stomach, showing no restraint.

Gray stares at my pussy, kissing the inside of my thighs as he slowly works his way to my soaking wet mound.

Jackson brings his mouth back to my breast, gently swirling his tongue around my nipple while he stares at me with a smug look in his eyes.

Dax's hands are all over me, feeling my curves and reaching down to grip my ass as he works his way to my breast. He takes the whole thing in his mouth, sucking my nipple and moaning against it as if he wants to devour me whole.

Eventually, Gray presses his tongue to me just like the others and begins working my clit. I moan and without thinking, my hands are on Dax and Jackson's arms, tracing the muscles while I sink into the pleasure growing between my legs.

While all three of them pleasure me, it's heaven. But the moment they back away I'm in hell. How am I supposed to go on so close to the greatest pleasure I've ever felt and have it taken away from me?

Gray’s tongue is soft and warm as it swirls around me and sucks me in. My eyes dart open and I cry out as he slides a finger inside me for the first time. When he does, he pulls his mouth away and smirks at the others.

“Our little Blondie is a virgin,” he grits out, slowly moving his finger in and out of me, exploring my pussy. “Fuck, you’re tight too. I bet you’d love for me to stuff you with my cock and let you come on that.”

“Yes,” I moan, biting my lip hard enough I’m worried it might bleed as his finger explores me.

He brings his mouth back to my clit and almost immediately I'm whimpering. Feeling him stuff me with his finger while being pleasured by all three of their mouths is intense. Within moments he has to pull away, slipping his finger out of me.

Jackson pulls his mouth away from me right away but Dax has to be tapped on the shoulder to take my breast out of his mouth. Even when he withdraws, he stares at me, hungry, as if he can't wait for his next turn.

“Tell us the truth, Blondie,” Gray growls, taking a deep breath. “I want nothing more than to hear you scream my name, trust me. But I can't give that to you unless you tell us the full truth.”

“I can't,” is all I say once again. If I could, I would. I need to come. I don't care how it happens, the pressure between my legs is overwhelming and I can't take it anymore.

Soon enough, the three of them get back to work and my entire body is trembling.

Gray sucks my clit while sliding a finger in and out of me, curling it as he pulls it out.

Dax's mouth is on my neck, licking the soft flesh while his hand holds my breast firmly.

Jackson teases my nipple with his tongue, running his fingers through my hair and grabbing a fistful to pull it gently.

Once again, just as I'm about to erupt, they all pull away and ask me the same questions over and over. It doesn't end. I can't tell them the truth because I can't go back. I refuse. As time passes and I try to resist them, it becomes unbearable. Bordering on painful.

“Please stop,” I beg as Gray continues thrusting his finger in my pussy and lapping his tongue over my clit. “I can't take it anymore.”

Gray pulls away, opening his mouth to ask the same question for the hundredth time, but before he can, a sob escapes my throat. All three of them stop what they're doing. Tears stream down my face and my entire body shakes.

“I can't take it anymore, please stop,” I whimper, too weak to even try wiping the tears in my eyes.

Before I even understand what's happening, I'm swept up into Dax's arms and carried away. I'm dizzy and the world is hazy around me. My legs and arms tingle and my throat is sore from screaming.

On top of that, Dax is the last person I would want to take me to his room. I see the way that he looks at me, and I know this isn't over. As soon as I'm in his bed, he's going to lose control of himself and that’s not going to end.

He kicks the door closed behind him and lays me down on his bed. Part of me expects him to climb on top of me and start grinding against me again like he did in the kitchen, but he doesn't. He wraps his blanket tight around me and brushes the sweat-matted hair out of my face.

Before, when I looked Dax in the eyes, I saw this feral, uncontrollable gleam. That's gone now. His dark brown gaze is as calm as night, and a small smile creeps up on his lips. It's a relief.

“Why?” I squeak out, not understanding this kindness. “Why are you so different now?”

He takes a deep breath, pulling his hands away from me as he makes sure I'm completely covered with the blanket. “We've got a taste of you now. I know I'm not done with you by any means, but you need a break.”

“Dax, I really can't tell you?—”

“Get some rest,” he interrupts, standing and leaving me alone in the room.