Happenstance(71)

“It’s the perfect mouth, isn’t it, Gabe?” Tobias asks, his voice like the deepest, darkest region of a cave, his fingers still twisting in my hair. “So beautiful and generous. So excited to be full of cock. Are you going to come in it?”

“Yes,” Gabe lets out on a burst of air, his hips beginning to move roughly. Unevenly.

Yes. Please.

I wrap both fists around his inches and service him deeper, more thoroughly. I want to hear that choked sound he makes when it’s too much. On an upstroke, I wiggle my tongue into the slit at the very top and he yanks himself out of my mouth with a curse. “No.” He clamps down hard on his swollen flesh. “I’m going to learn to last for you.”

I’m on the brink of launching a formal protest when Banks blocks my view of Gabe and then I’m being occupied nearly to the throat. He stands over me like a conqueror, stepping closer and closer until I lose balance on my knees and now I’m on my backside again, my mouth being used like a pleasure tool, male groans hitting me in surround sound.

A change has come over Banks and I like it. I like the man who always checks in with me about my boundaries, but I also love this man who knows when it’s time to exploit them. I’ve felt him inside of me and remember how hard he gets, almost like there is no slack available in his entire body and he wants me to know that. Wants me to know he’s unbendable.

He looks me in the eye while he plows slowly and deeply into my mouth, Gabe and Tobias holding me steady with hands on my shoulders, fists tangled in my hair. I meant it wholeheartedly when I asked them to be animals. To overwhelm me. And not only are they giving me exactly what I want, it’s been inside of them ready to pounce all along.

“Maybe you run away because you want to be caught, Elise.” He sinks thickly into my mouth until I can’t take any more, drops his head back and hisses at the ceiling. Then with a visible will, he pulls himself free and draws me to my feet. “What do you think about that?”

“I don’t know.” I barely recognize my own voice. It sounds raw and vulnerable. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Tobias echoes, whirling me around. “We can do better than maybe. If you want to be caught, it must be because you need the consequences. Put your hands on my shoulders.” Too overcome by the potency of them to question anything, I do as he asks, my fingertips reveling in the hard ridges of muscle. “Good girl,” he says, kissing my mouth in one hot slant, speaking against it. “Show off that beautiful ass to Gabe. Shake it at him a little. Tease him. We are all painfully aware that you love getting him off.”

“I love doing it for all of you,” I whisper urgently, because apparently, I’m allergic to lying or playing it close to the vest when every erogenous zone in my body is throbbing. But again, I tilt my hips back and writhe my butt in the air like I’m giving a lap dance and my knees almost give out over the groans that come behind me.

“Gabe, aren’t you a little frustrated by how fast she makes you need to come?”

“No,” he denies too quickly.

My pulse starts to pound so loud, I can barely hear what’s going on. Moisture rushes between my legs and at the same time, Banks tears down my leggings and panties, baring my backside for all three of them to look at. I’m turned on beyond measure by them staring at me, yes, but this idea that Gabe might be harboring some anger toward me, my body, for getting him too horny…it’s an unexpected blast of endorphins I never saw coming. Is this a kink? What is this and how the holy hell did Tobias recognize it before me?

“Gabe, be honest. Does this brat make you so hard you can’t stand it?”

His swallow is audible, like an anchor sinking into water. “Yes,” he admits quietly.

Hoarsely.

I whimper, the desire in my stomach doubling me over, but somehow I stabilize myself with a shoulder wedged up against Tobias’s abdomen, my cheek pressed to his ribcage. He strokes my hair like a wise master of hidden kinks. “Better spank her for it, Gabe.”

“Elise?” Banks questions me, urgently.

“I’m good,” I say, reaching blindly for his hand, grasping it. “I want it.”

“Do you want to be spanked as a consequence for trying to run away from us? Or for making Gabe need to fuck his hand all goddamn day and night?

“Both,” I heave, moisture starting to leak from my eyes, my voice pulled taut like a string. Who am I? Part of me can’t believe I’m giving these men so much power over me, but the other part is in control and it wants to be dragged kicking and screaming into oblivion where I don’t have to think or worry. All I have to do is trust.

“Gabe, it’s okay to show her your frustration.” Tobias uses a foot to kick my legs farther apart, stretching the leggings around my trembling knees. “She likes it.”

The foreman groans and I sense him stumbling closer. He grips my ass in both hands and kneads my cheeks roughly, then he strikes me with the flat of his palm on my right buttock, shooting off a flare inside of me that carries me up, up into the night sky and drops me toward earth. The only thing that propels me back upward is another sharp slap. And now all three of them are laboring to breathe, Banks stroking his hands up and down my back, my thighs, soothingly, muttering praise. Tobias cups my face in his hand, then begins sliding his thumb in and out of my mouth.