Black Listed(64)

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when her mouth was no longer filled. Sawyer lifted her soaking pussy onto his waiting cock. He didn’t move. Just held her tightly to him, breathing heavily into the crook of her neck, as if they were the only two in the room.

“Can you handle more?” he whispered, breaking character.

“I can handle as much as you give me, Master,” she replied, kissing the top of his head. “Give it all to me.”

He continued holding her to him as one of the men worked a lubed finger into her ass and began fucking her with it. She squirmed on Sawyer’s lap, eager to be filled with two cocks.

“Stop moving,” he ordered roughly.

Breathing deep, she somehow stifled the urge to move up and down on Sawyer’s hard cock, instead concentrating on pleasing her Master.

She rested her head on Sawyer’s shoulder as one finger became two and then three. Sawyer tilted himself backward, rolling her with him then resting the upper part of his back against the wall.

Lube poured down her crack and a hand pressed against her spine right before she felt the stretch and burn of a cock entering her ass. Minutes ticked by as the stranger worked his thickness as far as he could go.

The man behind her groaned loudly, his body quaking. “Yeah, give it to me. Fill me up.”

Startled, she opened her eyes. Sawyer’s lips turned up in a little grin. “You’re not the only middle in this sandwich. Look over your shoulder.”

Following his suggestion, she saw Oz behind her and another man behind him. The idea of the dominant Oz being topped by another man sent a wave of heat flowing over her. When a pierced cock appeared in front of her face and she took it in her mouth, she realized Rowan was the one in Oz’s ass.

Slowly, the men began to move, pushing her pussy onto Sawyer then her ass back onto Oz while Hunter fucked her mouth.

It was dirty.

Naughty.

Depraved.

And she loved every fucking second of it.

The men moved like a unit, their experience with ménage apparent from their silent communication and the ease with which they thrust and retreated in perfect harmony. It was a sinful dance she never wanted to end.

Her nipples, still aching from the clamps, brushed against Sawyer’s sweaty chest, and each time she was thrust forward, her clitoris grazed his pubic bone. She held onto him like he was her anchor in a windstorm and if she let go, she’d blow away, never to be found again. Her body was on fire, as if hot lava coursed through her veins.

She could feel Sawyer’s heart beating against her chest. They breathed in sync. Together, they were one.

One heart.

One mind.

One soul.

He’d trusted her with his deepest, darkest pain and proven that she could trust him with the same. He loved her enough to give her this fantasy, to share her with his friends without judgment or jealousy.

It was time to trust him with more than her body. He deserved to know the truth. She had to have faith that once he learned that truth, he’d still love her and love her enough to keep her secret.

Her belly quivered as the muscles underneath it tightened, the climax gathering at the base of her spine. Her fingernails dug into Sawyer’s arms as bands of heat wrapped around her middle and squeezed. She was helpless to the sensation growing sharper and more acute by the second, mindless from the carnal pleasure of having these men inside of her.

They were Sawyer’s closest friends . . . his band of brothers. He was giving them to her as a gift, as a sign of his never-ending devotion and his desire to include her in the family he’d created. Their use of her body signified their acceptance of her into their fold and tethered them in a way only those with this particular kink would understand. They loved her because Sawyer loved her. They would protect her as one of their own.

She belonged to them all now.

The climax crashed into her, her body jerking uncontrollably and white lights exploding behind her eyelids. For a moment, they all stilled, allowing her a brief respite before chasing their own orgasms. Hunter came hard, ropes of his come shooting down her throat as he groaned her name. Only seconds later, Oz and Rowan shook with their own releases, although she wasn’t sure which of them achieved it first. Then, staring into her eyes with more love than she would’ve believed possible, Sawyer reached his own climax.

The fantasy was over, but the reality was only beginning.

After cleaning her up and getting her into bed, Sawyer slipped under the covers beside her and took her into his arms.

One by one, her new friends kissed her cheek and thanked her. She rested her head on Sawyer’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

She’d asked her brother how he’d known when to trust Thea, and he’d answered that he’d just known. She hadn’t understood what he’d meant, but now, she finally did. There wasn’t an ounce of doubt left in her. Sawyer loved her enough to share her with his friends. To other people, that wouldn’t mean anything, but to her, it had meant everything.