Page 13 of Resurrection (Devil Dogs of the Apocalypse #3)

Aly

I feel my eyes widen. Reward? I thought this was a round robin of punishments? I’m beyond confused and disoriented.

He’s tricking me. That’s it. It’s got to be. He’s tricking me, getting me to let my guard down before he inevitably resumes this sexual gauntlet comprised of edging madness and devious fuckery. I was prepared for punishments. Punishments. Not curveballs. What in the flying fuck is going on here?

Wait just a fucking second...

Is Cole saying he understands why I caused that diversion? That putting myself in danger, while it’s deeply frowned upon, is also appreciated? Maybe they’re not all mad at me after all .

Cole takes in my reaction, his tongue sneaking out past his lips as he pulls the bottom one behind his teeth, biting it before releasing with a low groan. “We’re going to count.”

Ah fuck…

This is worse... This is so much worse...

We’ve done this before. Counting. It’s excruciating ecstasy.

So painfully and deliciously overwhelming that my brain and body shut down, and I’m lifted into what Cole calls subspace.

This is my punishment for putting myself in danger.

And my reward for saving them. A double-edged sword of salacious rapture.

“Lie on your back. Do you remember your final safe word?” Cole asks.

“Red.”

“That’s right, gorgeous. Just like before, there’s no stopping unless you call it out or if I deem this session no longer safe.”

As I nod my understanding, Cole jerks his chin to Jax and Hawk, causing them to descend on my body with feverish purpose.

Jax, still clad in damp boxer briefs, takes my arms and holds them over my head, pinning them to the cushions beneath us. His strength and weight ensuring I’m not going anywhere. Hawk does the same to my legs, bending them at the knees and prying them open .

“Holy fuck, man. I’m not gonna be able to hold out much longer if I’m staring down the barrel the entire time you do this, dude,” Hawk rasps out, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulps. Sweat drips down his forehead, his cock, still rock-hard, ready and aching. So close, but yet so far away.

It’s almost as if he’s punishing himself as well as me. Or, at least, Cole is...

Speaking of the kinky devil, Cole lifts his hand and slowly dances it across my inner thigh while laughing under his breath at Hawk’s declaration.

“Relax, Hawk, this is just the beginning.” Cole smirks in Hawk’s direction.

“Hold it back, and that way when you do go, it’ll be like the grand finale on the fourth of July.

There won’t be an inch of Aly not filled or covered by our cum by the time we’re done with her. ”

“Oooooh, fuck. Goddammit, you can’t say shit like that, Doc!” Hawk squeezes his eyelids shut, breathing heavily between pursed lips. I see his cock jump once. Twice. A bit of precum leaks from the tip, slowly traveling to the floor. Holy shit, he’s close. He might come just from watching.

I tip my head back to see if Jax is in the same predicament, and notice his breathing is equally strained. The cords of muscles in his neck, shoulders, and arms tighten unbearably as his abs contract and release over and over again with each labored breath. It’s blaringly obvious, he’s close too .

Cole’s fingers draw my attention back, the rough pads of the tips lightly dragging over my pussy and up to my clit.

He barely touches me yet it’s everything I need and want right now.

I can’t contain the gasp I make. Fuck, it’s what I’ve been waiting for this whole time.

My back arches, my hips instantly rocking into his touch.

“Atta girl, so fucking wet already. This first one won’t take but a moment more,” Cole says confidently.

He’s not kidding. I can feel my orgasm careening towards its inevitable end as Cole’s touches turn eager and demanding, no longer gentle and teasing.

He pushes two thick fingers deep within me while rubbing his thumb on my clit.

The feeling sudden and immediate. Overpoweringly magnificent.

Freefalling into ecstasy, my orgasm barrels into me the instant Cole switches up his hand placement.

“Oh my gah…holy fuck!!!!!!” Stars burst behind my eyelids, but my soul hasn’t even fully returned to my body when a swift smack lands on my pussy.

*Whack*

“Ah fuck!”

“Count.”

“One!”

Thankfully, Cole pulls his fingers from my pussy long enough for me to recover a tiny bit. At least I’m able to see straight again before he plunges them back into me, curling them and seeking out that special spot that makes me explode .

“Holy shit, she’s gonna go again, already.

Look at her legs shake,” Jax says. His speech becoming more and more breathy and ragged.

I take a peek up at him, noticing his eyes are focused on my pussy and Cole’s fingers within me.

The large bulge restrained behind his boxer briefs acts as a prominent indicator that he’s not going to hold back once Cole gives the signal.

If he gives the signal. The strain barely contained within the fabric, as well as behind his eyes, is on the verge of taking full and total control.

Fuck me, this might be punishment for all of us…

I look down at Hawk and start to feel bad.

He’s turned his face away from the scene laid out before him, his eyes tightly pinched as he breathes heavily through his nose.

His cock is, also, noticeably dripping—the steady stream of precum making my mouth water for a taste and my pussy ache to be filled.

Through it all, however, I can just barely make out Hawk mumbling to himself, “Cowboys versus Eagles playoffs... uh... doorknob... laundry duty... tuna noodle casserole...uh, shit...ok... big guns... granny tacos....”

“Fuck this…,” Jax utters from above me before diving down, taking a nipple and half my breast into his mouth and pulling hard, tearing a scream from my lips at the pain and pleasure both he and Cole are inflicting upon me. Within seconds, I find my next release on a keening wail to the ceiling.

“Two! ”

“Oh, holy fuuuuck,” Hawk whimpers, his eyes still glued shut as he continues to force himself not to come.

“Good girl,” Cole praises me, before growling, “Another!”

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“Eleven...”

Cole continued his onslaught until he’d successfully drawn eleven orgasms out of me. One after another after another. I’m a fucking puddle at this point. Just leave me here in my heap of arousal. Say I died a good death. It was worth it.

“Oh no, we’re not done yet.” Cole drags my teetering consciousness back to the present.

I don’t know if I can do anymore of this.

I’m barely hanging on as it is. My legs won’t stop shaking.

My entire body is convulsing with aftershocks.

I’m both flying and grounded. But that’s what Cole does for me.

He lets me drift away in times like this while he keeps me safely tethered to him and reality .

“Puh….” I whisper, barely a sound but Cole hears it. He’s always in tune with me. Watching over me.

“What’s that, gorgeous? We tapping out?” he asks, his head dipping closer.

I shake my head side to side, the tiny movement hardly recognizable in my weakened state. “Puh…,” I lick my dry lips. Out of the corner of my eye I see Cole nod to Jax. He gets up and returns seconds later with a water bottle, gently lifting me so I can take a sip.

“Please…,” I say after I finally find my voice again, the water quenching my parched mouth and throat.

“Oh, I love it when you beg so prettily,” Cole praises.

“Please what ?” He knows it’s not my safe word and as such, he won’t stop even if I beg him to.

The only way he would is if I utter the word or if he believes I’m too out of it and needs to end the session prematurely for safety reasons.

None of which apply to this particular moment in time.

He looks to Hawk and Jax, “I think she’s ready for the fireworks, boys.” An excited smile creeps up on each of their faces at his declaration.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Jax mutters at my side, setting the water bottle on the side table.

“About fucking time, dude, I’m practically up to my eyebrows in cum right now!” Hawk helpfully provides, his shaking form ready to ruin me even more than I already am whenever Cole gives the go ahead .

Cole’s smile grows exponentially at their eagerness, at the ability to control not only me, but both of them as well. “Aly…” he gently settles himself on the cushions beside me—facing up—and grabs my thighs, pulling me towards him, “sit on my face.”

He’s direct with his command but I can’t help but ask, “What about your—”

He stops my question in its tracks, grabbing my ass with two firm hands and squeezing the ever-loving fuck out of the flesh before delivering a hard spank at my reluctance to use his face as my own personal grinding tool.

“Do I look worried? Do you think, for any instance, that I’m going to second-guess having your delectable thighs wrapped around my face, suffocating me on your heavenly pussy, and delivering me to my own version of paradise? ”

I have a momentary lapse of brain function but he doesn’t allow me to hesitate any longer as he turns, pulls me by my waist and plants me directly over his face in a sixty-nine position.

“Holy fuck…” I squirm over him, the slickness and warmth of his mouth causing me to almost explode on contact.

I lift myself so I’m hovering over his lips, a momentary reprieve for my lady bits as well as his injured back.

“Did I say lift up? Absolutely not. I want you to ride my fucking face. There shouldn’t be a millimeter between your lips and mine while I make this pussy scream for mercy.”

Holy fucking bananas, Batman …