Page 114 of Shadow Waltz
Luka leaned back, lips gleaming, eyes bright with hunger and satisfaction. He took in the tableau before him—Troy and Dmitri still bent over, bodies trembling with aftershocks, asses and thighs glistening from his mouth. His hand wrapped tighter around his cock, stroking slow, knuckles pale with effort.
He gave a sharp, commanding nod. “Dmitri. Go to Ash. Show him what it means to be worshipped.”
Dmitri straightened, eyes dark and wild, jaw slack with need. He crossed the room in three strides, muscles bunching beneath his skin. He knelt behind me, hands spreading my thighs even wider, his breath hot against the base of my spine. My heart hammered in my chest, nerves alight with anticipation.
I felt Dmitri’s big hands slide over my ass, kneading, squeezing, his thumbs digging into the flesh. He dipped his head, mouth trailing over the curve, beard scratching softly, then his tongue pressed a hot, slick stripe from the base of my balls up to my hole. I gasped, arching back into the touch, ropes creaking as I strained for more.
Dmitri’s tongue circled my rim, teasing, tasting, working me open with slow, determined strokes. His spit dripped down, his breath thick and urgent, a low moan vibrating through his chest as he pressed his mouth harder to my skin. The sensation was electric—hot, filthy, and impossibly intimate. I couldn’t help but whimper, hips rocking helplessly as he devoured me.
Behind him, Troy rose smoothly, moving into position. Luka watched, his gaze sharp and approving, cock still in hand. “Troy. Behind Dmitri. Eat him out. I want to see you both lose control for me.”
Troy hesitated only a second, his eyes meeting Luka’s with a flicker of awe, then he dropped behind Dmitri, kneeling betweenthose thick, hairy thighs. He grabbed Dmitri’s hips, fingers digging in, and buried his face in the other man’s ass, tongue pushing deep, lips wet and greedy.
The sight was overwhelming. I was sandwiched between two men, one worshipping me, the other worshipping him, our bodies forming a living chain of pleasure and surrender. Dmitri moaned into me, the sound vibrating through my flesh, while Troy’s moans echoed off Dmitri’s skin and into the charged air.
Luka stroked his cock harder, leaning back, legs spread wide. His other hand pinched and twisted his own nipple, eyes locked on the three of us, breath ragged. “Good,” he growled, voice vibrating with lust and pride. “You look perfect—every one of you. But Ash deserves more.”
He stood, still stroking himself, and came to stand in front of me, towering, cock flushed and dripping precome. He traced the curve of my jaw with his knuckles, eyes softening just for a moment as he looked down at me. “You ready, Ash?” His voice was rough, but the question was real—one last permission, a final promise that I could say no.
“Yes. Please. Please, sir,” I begged, my voice trembling with need and want and something rawer than hunger.
Luka’s smile was slow, indulgent, full of dark affection. “Open your mouth,” he ordered, and I obeyed instantly, lips parting, tongue out, eyes never leaving his.
He pressed the head of his cock to my mouth, smearing precome across my lips, letting me taste him. The scent was pure heat—salt, sweat, expensive cologne, the musk of a man who never gave an inch except by choice. He slid in slow, giving me time to adjust, thick and heavy on my tongue, stretching my jaw until I moaned around him.
He held my head steady with one hand, his other hand stroking himself, guiding me to take more, to open wider, to surrender completely. I looked up, saw the satisfaction on hisface as he watched me choke down his cock, drool running down my chin, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.
Behind me, Dmitri’s tongue never stopped moving. He pressed a finger alongside his mouth, teasing my hole, stretching me open, making me squirm and sob around Luka’s cock. Dmitri’s beard scratched at the sensitive skin, his moans vibrating through me, every movement designed to make me break.
And behind him, Troy worshipped Dmitri with equal devotion—hands spread wide on the backs of Dmitri’s thighs, tongue deep, lips sucking, murmuring filthy encouragement between every lick. “So fucking good, Dmitri. Open up for me. Let me taste you.”
The room was a tangle of bodies and sound—the slap of skin, the wet, obscene noises of mouths on flesh, the desperate, hungry moans that bounced off every wall. I was at the center, pinned between Dmitri’s mouth and Luka’s cock, the world reduced to heat and ache and the burning need to surrender everything.
Luka began to thrust, slow and deep, fucking my mouth. He never broke eye contact, his gaze a lifeline, a command, a promise. “That’s it, Ash. Take it. You look beautiful like this—mouth full, eyes wet, ruined for anyone but me.”
I choked on him, spit running down my chest, my cock leaking helplessly onto the bed. Dmitri’s tongue pressed deeper, his finger sliding in alongside, stretching me, making me gasp. The pain and pleasure blurred until I was nothing but sensation, nothing but want.
Luka’s voice was pure sin. “Dmitri, finger him. Get him ready. Troy, make him moan. I want this room shaking.”
They obeyed instantly. Dmitri’s thick finger worked deeper inside me, crooking just right, tongue swirling around the rim, his other hand stroking my thigh, grounding me. Troy’s handsmoved over Dmitri’s back, squeezing, rubbing, making the other man buck and grind, his mouth working even harder between my cheeks.
Luka thrust into my mouth, his hips rolling with steady, relentless force, the crown of his cock pressing past my lips again and again. My throat worked around him, eyes blurring with tears and spit, and his grip on my hair turned almost gentle, thumb tracing a path along my cheekbone. The sounds in the room were animal: grunts, shuddering moans, the slick heat of mouths and the rough slap of muscle on muscle.
“Dmitri,” Luka ordered, his voice dark and rough, “grab the lube. I want you inside Ash. Now. Troy, get behind Dmitri. I want to see a line—one after the other, all of you taking and giving like good boys.”
Dmitri didn’t hesitate. He reached for the bottle of lube on the nearby dresser, squeezing a thick, cold line down between my cheeks. The touch made me shiver, anticipation slicing through my exhaustion and replacing it with frantic, fevered need. Dmitri slicked his cock, stroking himself once, twice, the movement fast and practiced. I felt the broad head press against my entrance, thick and demanding.
Behind him, Troy moved into position. His hands found Dmitri’s hips, steadying him, and I watched as Troy’s cock—long, hard, flushed dark with blood—pressed between Dmitri’s cheeks, lining up, ready.
Luka’s voice was low and commanding. “Ash. Look at me.”
I tried, blinking through the haze of pleasure and tears, and managed to lift my gaze just as Dmitri began to push inside me. The stretch was sharp, delicious, a raw ache that melted into pleasure as he filled me inch by inch, hips grinding close. I moaned around Luka’s cock, body arching helplessly against the ropes, held open and vulnerable.
“That’s it,” Luka praised, his thumb brushing my swollen lips. “Good boy. Take him deep. Let me see how much you can handle.”
Troy leaned over Dmitri’s broad back, the position forcing his cock to grind up against Dmitri’s hole. Dmitri braced himself, knees spread wide, ass pressed firmly into me, and then Troy thrust forward, impaling himself in one long, smooth stroke. Dmitri groaned, the sound reverberating through my body as Troy began to fuck him, each thrust forcing Dmitri deeper inside me.
We were a chain, every body connected, every movement magnified through the trembling line of flesh and heat. I sobbed around Luka’s cock, my body caught between the stretch of Dmitri’s thickness and the wild, raw pleasure of Luka’s mouth-fucking. Dmitri’s hands clamped down on my hips, holding me still, as he set a bruising pace, hips snapping forward, each thrust pushing me into Luka’s cock.