Taking Turns (Turning #1)(101)

Chella screams.

I let go of Quin and lean over her body, my mouth finding her lips. I kiss her as Quin continues on his own. She’s breathing so hard, she can’t even kiss me back. But it doesn’t matter. The only part that matters is that we love what’s happening right now. So I keep kissing her. “You’re beautiful, Chella,” I say. “Relax. Let him take over. Let him take control and just enjoy it.”

It takes almost a minute of this for her to give in. But once she does, Quin’s cock slips right inside her * and she falls back on to his chest, gasping for more air than she can draw in at once.

Bric’s knees come down on the couch on either side of one of Quin’s thighs and he starts playing with her tits, my hand on his cock as I rub it back and forth across her * to stimulate her clit. Her whole body clenches up and clear, thin liquid begins to spray out.

Bric says, “Holy f*ck.” And then he swats my hand away and places himself at her entrance, trying to get inside her. Desperate to get inside her with Quin.

I back away until I get to the chair and sit down to enjoy the show, my hand busy on my own cock now.

Chella comes as I watch. It took her seconds. But we are not even close to being done. And this will just be one of many orgasms she has tonight.





Chapter Thirty-Seven - Chella




I am writhing against them. Bric’s hard chest covers me, pressing down on me as he moves his cock in and out of my * so slowly I want to beg him for more. Quin is holding my stomach tight, his arms a ring, a promise, a claim on my body.

It is a rhythm I’ve never experienced before. Slow at first. In, out, in, out. But then they speed up. My body rocking between them. Sliding across Quin’s slick chest. Hands tightly gripping Bric’s strong arms. We are nothing but heaving breathing, and moaning, and sweat.

They take me like that. Me, positioned between them. Tight in their hold. I am panting, “Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me,” like a whore in a porn film. Like the slut I am. But I do not care about labels right now. I will gladly be their whore. I will gladly let them have me.

I have no shame. None. I am nothing but want. Nothing but longing.

My eyes are tightly closed as I lose myself in a pleasure I have never known existed before.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” Bric commands.

I try, I really do. But it’s an impossible request. I can’t. I cannot. There is no way—

A sharp slap across my face makes me think otherwise.

Bric is staring down at me when I obey him, his face a mixture of agony and ecstasy. “Don’t get lost, sweetie,” he says gently. “That’s not how it ends.”

“How much more?” I think it in my head, but it comes out of my mouth.

“So much more,” Smith says. He was across the room watching the last time I knew. How much time just got away from me as I moaned and writhed in their pleasure?

I almost panic at the thought, but Smith is right there, his mouth against mine. Kissing me as Quin and Bric continue to move in and out. To fill me up with every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had.

“Stay here,” he says. “Stay here with us, Chella.”

I do. I obey. I keep my eyes open and kiss Smith back. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him so close, we might become one person.

“Don’t lose me,” I murmur. My mind is going black with the pleasure.

“We won’t,” he says back.

Then Bric pulls out and kneels next to me on the couch. He drags my face away from Smith and when he places his cock up to my lips, I’m so eager. I can’t stop myself from sucking him. My hands leave Smith, but he’s pulling away. I have a moment of panic, begin to reach out—

“Shhh,” Smith says. He’s between my legs now. His face buried in my * as Quin continues to make me crazy with his cock in my ass.

Smith’s fingers and tongue. Lapping against the soft skin between my legs.

Bric pushing my face into his cock. Pressing his balls up to my chin. So thick and hard.

Quin underneath me. Holding me tight. Making sure I don’t get away. Whispering in my ear. Telling me I’m pretty.

It goes on, and on, and I’m losing time, and myself, and my place in the world. I am trying to forget and remember. But I have no shame left. I push it all away and just…

Come all over Smith’s mouth. He laps me up like he’s so hungry. Like he’s starving and I’m the only nourishment he needs.

“Is this what it takes?” Smith asks, pausing to look up at me from between my legs.

I stop moving, but they never stop. Their hands are everywhere on my body. Every place that feels good. “What?” I breathe.

“This,” Smith asks. “Is this what it takes to make you happy? Is this what you want in your box?”

I am lost. I know it.

I am losing myself in this game we’re playing.

The diamonds around my throat are choking me with lust.

Everything is going black and I don’t care. I am gone. I am lost. I no longer exist. It’s just me and my sickness. My disgusting sickness. The addiction I’ve been pushing away for so long overtakes me again. And I’m floating in ecstasy as I beg. I beg and it fills me with shame. All the shame that should’ve prevented me from going through with this in the first place.