Ruined(7)

“Good, kitten,” he patronizes once we break apart. I look up at him winded as Kayne continues to finger me, scissoring open my rosebud as wide as my muscles will allow. I groan as he pushes past the point of pleasure. “We need you loose, baby,” I hear Jett say as he lifts a limp and sated London off the bed and deposits her on the curved chaise on the opposite side of the room. “Be a good little bird and watch.” He kisses her, sucking her bottom lip between his teeth.

“Yes, Jett,” she purrs euphorically.

With that, he returns to the bed, shedding his clothes on the way. First, he tears off his T-shirt exposing his chiseled chest, nipple ring, and bright wavelike tattoos. Second, he unbuckles his belt like a man who knows exactly how to wield it, then drops his pants. Jett’s nipple isn’t the only part of his body that’s pierced. Through his foreskin, a metal barbell with two large balls protrudes right under the head of his penis. It’s one of the hottest things I have ever seen and when my tongue grazed it for the first time, I nearly expired. Since then, I’ve been aching to know what it feels like inside me. My mouth goes dry as he climbs onto the mattress, the hunter finally cornering his prey.

Kayne lifts me from all fours by my collar, the chain attached to the headboard straining as far as it can go. In a blink, I’m sandwiched between two solid bodies, four hands touching me, two mouths devouring me, and two pulsing cocks gunning for my pleasure. I don’t know where or who to touch first, so I just try and keep up as Kayne twists my head to kiss me while Jett fondles my breasts and bites my neck. The sensations come on like a tornado—angst, lust, desire, need—all engulf me as I’m pushed and pulled, grabbed, fingered, and squeezed.

“It’s your turn, little girl,” Jett growls as he holds his hand over mine and jerks on his cock, showing me exactly how he likes it. Before I know it, I’m being positioned back on all fours, Kayne detaining my hips and Jett holding my chin.

“Open. Wide.” He pokes the head of his erection against my lips and I open like instructed. He slowly slides his cock into the recesses of my mouth; the odd sensation of metal scraping against my tongue from his piercing again tickles my gag reflex.

“That mouth of yours is so good, Ellie.” He pumps several greedy times before pulling out. “But that’s not where I’m coming tonight,” he tells me as he moves aside, allowing Kayne to push me forward onto my stomach.

“Over,” Kayne orders with a slap on my ass. I roll onto my back, catching sight of him shedding his clothes. He moves differently than Jett, more rugged and rough. One a skilled hunter; the other a savage predator. Once his shirt and pants are gone, he covers my naked body with his, pressing me into the mattress, kissing my mouth rapturously and touching my body gluttonously. He twists one of my nipples and I release a muffled whimper.

“One of my favorite sounds,” Kayne remarks as he pushes himself up, then manhandles me so I am lying directly on top of him, my back against his front. It’s crystal clear that I have no say in what goes on here. My body belongs to them, and they will use it and abuse it exactly how they see fit.

Jett grabs my hands and pins them over my head. “This is our body tonight.” He articulates my silent thoughts.

My anxiety spikes as he secures my wrists with the chain in an iron-clad binding. My heart pounds and my thighs tremble as Jett spreads my legs and Kayne nestles his rock-solid cock in the crack of my ass. “You ready, kitten?” Kayne asks as he nips on my earlobe and massages my breasts.

I can’t even respond; the anticipation and fear have swallowed my voice. I’ll be lucky to force a moan out. “I think she is.” Jett ogles my naked, outstretched body, currently being served up specifically for him. “Just know, Ellie . . .” Jett slips his tongue into my ear and I shiver. “I have fantasized about tasting you here.” He licks between my lips. “And here.” He skims his finger over my soaking wet slit as he moves his tongue in slow circles around my mouth. “And when I take you,” his voice is drenched with desire, “I’m not going to hold back.”

There’s something about Jett’s tone—it’s a hundred-proof cocktail made up of a warning, a threat, and a promise. Like all the delicious and frightening things he’s capable of are about to rain down directly on top of me.

Jett swiftly kisses his way along my body, wasting no time tasting all the places he’s fantasized about. When buries his face between my legs, it has a galvanic effect and I nearly convulse.

His tongue, oh Jesus, his tongue and the way he bends and curves it. The way he sucks and strikes and skims has me writhing, has me pulling on my restraints and moaning out loud.

“You like that, kitten?” Kayne rasps in my ear as he holds me still. “You like the way Jett eats my pussy?”

Again, I can’t respond because I am caught in this alternate universe of pleasure. I merely mewl, detached as Jett licks me senseless.

“Answer him, kitten.” Jett flicks my clit with his fingers, electrocuting my nerve endings. “Do you like the way I eat his pussy?”

I huff and puff, not answering fast enough, and Jett flicks my clit harder this time, causing me to cry out.

“Yes!” I pant, “Yes, I like the way you eat my pussy.”

“Whose pussy?” Kayne bites my shoulder so hard I know I’m going to have a mark. “Your pussy!” I correct myself.

“That’s right, kitten. Never forget it.” He runs his tongue over my broken skin, lapping up the dewy drops of blood.

“No,” I whimper illogically as Jett uses his fingertip to caress my throbbing clit. This whole situation is making me so crazy and so wet my arousal is literally dripping down my slit, and I haven’t even climaxed yet.

“Something else belongs to me, too,” Kayne says as he lifts my hips and pokes the head of his cock against my little puckered hole. “Stay still.” He holds onto me firmly as he works his erection into my ass. Despite my evenly split moans of protest and pleasure, he continues his backdoor assault, sliding four inches in and two inches out over and over until he fully penetrates me. A small sheen of sweat covers my body as I breathe through the initial bites of discomfort. In this position, I am overly stretched, overly subdued, and overly vulnerable.

“My turn.” Jett climbs on top of me and I become a bundle of nerves, so turned on and so unsure of what to expect. “Look at me, Ellie.” The way he says my name, the way he grabs my chin and forces me to look him in the eyes, I nearly disintegrate. It’s too exposing, too intense. I don’t think I can handle it. I shut my eyes, but he grips me tighter and shakes my face. “Look. At. Me.” He doesn’t say it with anger; he says it with authority. He says it like he wants me to experience exactly what he’s experiencing. I open my eyes when I feel his cock swimming through my soaked folds. My breath catches and then completely evaporates when he slides into me—slowly, leisurely, indulgingly—his gaze bestial as he fills me completely, the barbell through his foreskin stroking the walls of my channel, making the sensations that much more powerful. I’ve never felt anything like it. So filled, so stretched, so aroused, so desperate.

“Oh, god.” I drop my head and tense in my restraints as they start to move, start to use me exactly how they want to, as a vessel for inconceivable pleasure.

Almost instantly, my body responds, begging to come. I try to contain it, but being engulfed in the heat of their bodies is enough to make me melt.

“Come,” I distantly hear Kayne order me. “Come all over Jett’s cock so he knows just how good you feel.” He thrusts up into my ass just as Jett pulls out of my pussy. I nearly see stars, my insides crackling like live wires.

“Come, kitten.” I hear the strain in his voice as he pulls on my collar.

“Yeah, come, kitten,” Jett mimics Kayne’s words and actions, thrusting into me while gripping my collar. I’m already trembling under a constellation of sensations when Kayne reaches around and rubs my clit. It feels like he hit a panic button as all of my senses go haywire. My vision blinks in and out as an unstoppable orgasm hits me like a wrecking ball. There’s no stopping the shudders or the wracking or the coiling of my muscles around the two cocks buried deep inside me, reaping every single ounce of my pleasure. Demanding it. Sucking it straight from my core until there’s nothing left to give. Until I’m only a languid mass sandwiched between two of the most intoxicating men I have ever met.

Mentally removed, I hear Jett and Kayne moan in my ear as they put their hands all over me, massaging my stressed limbs and taking advantage of my tethered state.

One, I’m not sure which, unbinds my wrists. My eyes are closed and I’m zapped of energy so I just let them do what they want, pulling out of me and flipping me over so I am now chest to chest with Kayne.

“Hi, kitten.” He traps my head and kisses me. “Feeling okay?” he asks haughtily. He’s enjoying this, I think, more than either of us expected.

I just grunt in response, attempting to cuddle up and fall asleep in his arms.

“We’re not through yet,” he informs me as he runs his hands down my sides and grabs both of ass cheeks.