Page 31 of Purgatory (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #1)

In a completely opposing fashion to the way he took the door out, he gently, ever so slowly, lays me down on the bed, like I’m so fragile I could break just by looking at me before attacking like a viper.

He conquers my lips, my jaw, my neck with a fevered passion.

He lifts up to remove his shirt and I do the same to mine.

I’ve waited enough, and I don’t want to wait any longer.

It’s been far too long...

“Fuck, hold on.” He gets off the bed and starts rummaging through the bedside tables.

First, the one on the right side. He huffs agitatedly when he doesn’t find what he’s looking for, slamming the drawer shut before going over to the one on the left.

He returns with a big smile and an absolutely ginormous box of condoms. He takes one out and puts it on the bed next to us and cocks an eyebrow .

I look at the shiny wrapper and slowly bring my eyes back to him.

I want to feel him. All of him. I’m not worried about getting pregnant.

My IUD will take care of that. But he doesn’t know it and the fact that he was considerate enough to not only stop but go look for protection is yet another notch in his brownie points book.

I’m impressed and he needs to be rewarded. I shake my head no.

“I have an IUD. We don’t need that unless you want it.” I bite my lip, slowly drawing my foot up the side of his leg.

“You’re sure? Because, if you say yes, I'm going to fuck you so hard I just might break this bed.” His eyelids half drawn as he stalks closer to me.

Oh. My. Fuck…

“Last chance, Aly...” His words lowering down an octave as his hand creeps up to my side. Fingers floating over me, teasing me. Making me ache for it even more.

“Yes. Please. Wreck me. Break me. Fucking own me. I want it all. Just do it now before I explode,” I say breathlessly, overcome by my need to feel him inside of me.

He takes my eager consent and unbuttons his pants as I mirror his actions on my own shorts, and then my bra.

Our clothes flying around us like confetti at a parade and within seconds we’re both naked.

I barely get a chance to be self-conscious or even look at him before he climbs on top of me, completely eclipsing me from everything else.

All I see is him and, at the same time, not enough of him.

But, oh can I feel him. Muscles made of hard steel, contract and release as he moves over me.

The most intriguing of those muscles currently caught between us, hard and throbbing, rubbing against my core, igniting my senses.

I arch my chest and lean my head back, lost to the sensations.

He leans down, connecting our lips, engulfing them in fire and flames and anticipation and I can’t wait to burn amidst it all and be consumed entirely.

He nudges the head of his shaft against my opening.

It’s embarrassingly soaked but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest, releasing the manliest of groans at my aroused state.

“Oh, fuck.... you’re dripping. You need this don’t you?”

I nod and let out an embarrassing little whimper, lifting my pelvis to help aid his entry and spur on his movement.

“Hang on, beautiful, I’ve got you. I just need to taste you first.”

My eyes widen as he speaks but before I can respond he lowers, planting himself between my thighs and burying his face in my soaking pussy.

I can feel his tongue pushing into my channel as far as it can go, lapping up all of my juices like I’m a buffet just for him.

“Holy fuck, you taste amazing.” He lifts my thighs over his shoulders and pushes them towards me, lifting my butt off of the mattress in the same move. “Wrap those legs around my head, baby.”

I do so just as he takes one long lick from my ass straight to my clit and stops, focusing there.

He pierces his lips and sucks, humming as I squeeze his head between my legs with my impending climax.

When my thighs start to tremble, he thrusts two fingers deep in my pussy, immediately finding my G-spot.

I’m so close. So close to my orgasm that I can’t think.

Can’t speak. The sounds coming out of my mouth don’t possibly resemble any language but Cole translates them perfectly, bringing me crashing down with an orgasm that racks my entire body.

He doesn't wait for my vision to come back fully. Rather, he tucks a hand under my hips and another beside my head and slowly, painstakingly, makes his way into me, all the while staring into my eyes again. “I’m gonna take such good care of you. Open up for me. Let me in.” After a couple of short thrusts, he’s completely seated in me and it feels magnificent.

He pauses, then, gasping, his hair falling into his eyes and his dog tags falling out of his shirt.

He takes his tags off his neck and wraps them in his palm beside my head and looks at me.

“Holy fucking shit. You feel so good. You, ok?”

I nod my head, winding my hips into his, feeling his hard length penetrating me. My inner muscles clench on him, pleading for him to move within me. “Yes, oh my God. Please. Please fuck me.”

He nods back, “Ok, beautiful, get those legs back around me, again.”

I wrap myself around him as he starts to move in and out, swiveling his hips so that his dick touches my g-spot with each withdrawal. “Yes, oh God yes, YES!”

At my encouragement, he pistons his dick faster and harder with each pass.

The momentum is so overwhelming, he actually has to chase my body, eventually taking my shoulders in his hands to brace me against him for the ride.

The headboard crashes into the wall with each thrust and the entire frame is swaying with our movement.

I’m starting to think he might keep to his word and actually break the bed.

My poor vagina is going to be so bruised after this.

I’m going to have saddle sore for a week, but I don’t want him to stop for anything.

It feels too good even with the mild pain.

Pleasurable pain. That’s it. He lifts my legs up and pins them to the bed, my knees by my shoulders, as he grinds his pelvis into mine, rubbing at my swollen clit, sparking fireworks behind my eyes.

My second orgasm comes hard and violent.

The edges of my vision turning black with its power.

As my inner walls squeeze his dick tight, his own orgasm surges to the forefront and with a groan, spills into me.

We lay there, intertwined, for a few minutes, as we catch our breath. Soon, he lifts his head from my shoulder and looks down at me, eyes twinkling with satisfaction. He takes one hand and cradles my face with it, lovingly stroking my cheek with his thumb.

“So, fucking, perfect, you know that?” He says softly. Adoringly. I smile at his words just before he leans in to kiss me again.

We go to sit up but hear a loud creaking sound. I look around, curious, as to what’s making it.

“Um....” Just as I turn my head back to look at Cole, the bed’s legs give out from under us.

Half of the bed comes crashing down to the side, the other half still upright.

The odd angle making us slide out of the bed and onto the floor, blankets and all.

Cole finds me in the mess and we smile at each other, laughter erupting in fits between us.

∞∞∞

We just had sex.... me and Cole, Cole and me, us, together, holy fuck.

.. WE JUST HAD SEX! Oh, and it was absolutely amazing.

I feel like I’m making that pose that every princess eventually does.

You know the one where she clasps her hands together on the side of her jaw and has little hearts popping out of her eyes when she looks at her prince.

I make a contented sigh as I look at my personal Prince Charming, in the flesh. All the flesh! Holy pancakes, the man is stacked more than a dish at IHOP. And I’m talking EVERYWHERE.

I’m going to be sore for a month...

He was such a gentleman too, offering to clean me up after we managed to escape the collapsed bed frame. He even snuck in a few extra kisses when he was fixing the rats nest of hair taking residence on top of my head .

Jeez, Louise, can I keep him?

We decided to fill up our bags with our liquor/ condom haul, only the necessities here thank you very much, and head back to the estate.

Our bags were overflowing at that point so it just made sense rather than meander through the rest of the house or even scope out another one when there was no more space to put anything.

We’re halfway back when it suddenly hits me like a bolt of lightning.

I had sex with Cole... but I also kissed Hawk and Jax.

Shit, what are these guys going to think of me?

Do they know? What if they were ok with all of it?

No. There’s no way. But, I mean, fuck, it’s one hell of a thought.

My previous thoughts from last night come careening into my brain and now I can’t get the thought of being with all of them out of my brain.

Well, at least Hawk and Cole since Jax made his feelings known.

Even being with two guys is more than I'd ever thought for myself.

Oh, but think of the mechanics of having two. The crazy positions... think of how full you’ll feel being stuffed by both of their---

I squeak at myself as I try to quiet my overly sexualized brain, trying to play it off like I'm not thinking like a horny pervert but find that I’m failing when Cole looks at me with a knowing look. He then takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, giving me a devilish smirk.

Oh, I am so fucked...