10. Flora

10

FLORA

“ L et me go! Get off me!”

Colt grabs my wrist from behind in one large palm, his other hand snaking around my throat, not enough to hurt, but a clear statement of possession.

“Keep fighting. It only makes my dick harder.”

His words send a shiver down my spine. I know I could make it stop. I could say the safe word. I don’t want it to end. Despite my protests, I want them to take me, to claim me. It’s confusing, exhilarating, and terrifying all at once. Ever since my assault, nothing has made sense. It’s like I crave sex all the time.

I kick out, my heel connecting with Nash’s shin. He grunts in response but doesn’t let up, his lips trailing down my neck.

“You dirty fucker, Colt.” Nash’s voice is a low growl. “Getting off on her reluctance.”

I shouldn’t like it, but I do. It’s different from what I experienced before, where I had no choice. Now, I have the power to stop it, but I don’t want to. I want to play the reluctant captive, surrendering to their demands.

I squirm as Nash’s fingers dig into my hips, his eyes dark with hunger. He tears at my leotard, the fabric ripping with a loud shred, and I’m helpless to stop him. My panties soon follow, leaving me exposed and wanting.

“Fucking hell, she’s drenched.” Nash’s voice is hoarse as he rubs his nimble fingers along my wet slit, teasing my lips.

I moan at how good his touch feels, even as I try to cover myself, feeling suddenly shy under the heated gaze of these gorgeous men.

But Colt grabs my wrists, pinning them behind me. For a moment I feel the fabric of his shirt against my bare nipples. I shiver and writhe in excitement. “None of that, angel. You want this as much as we do.” His voice in my ear brings out a wanton cry from my lips, surprising myself.

I do want this. All of it. And that realization only makes me struggle more. It’s madness. This is madness. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t be enjoying it. But how they look at me, like I’m their entire world, is too much to resist.

“Colt, get down on your knees and make her come. Nice and slow.” Nash’s command is firm, his dominance evident.

Colt bristles, his alpha nature clashing with Nash’s order. But something passes between them, a silent agreement, and he drops to his knees. I whimper as his warm breath ghosts over my sensitive skin, his tongue tracing patterns on my clit that send shivers through me.

I feel my legs open, my body ready and eager.

“That’s it, Colt. Lick that sweet pussy.” Nash’s fingers tighten in my hair, holding my head still so I can’t look away from the sight of Colt on his knees between my thighs. “You like that, don’t you? Being told what to do. Being a good boy for us.”

Colt’s eyes flash with something primal as he looks up at Nash, and his dick grows visibly hard in his tight pants. He growls, the sound vibrating against me, and I can’t hold back a desperate moan. This is too much, too intense. But I don’t want it to stop.

“Stop, please!” My pleas fall on deaf ears as Colt teases and caresses my clit, his tongue stroking and circling me with practiced precision.

I feel his fingers grasp my ass, and one slides up and down between the soft mounds of flesh there. His finger brushing against my asshole sends a jolt of arousal through my body. I almost forget to fight, it feels so good.

“That’s it. Let yourself feel it.” Nash’s voice is low and rough, filled with need. “You like this, don’t you? You like the way he makes you feel.” His voice lowers. “You love that I’m watching.”

The shame washes over me in waves, clouding my already blurred judgment.

“Enough!” I push at Nash’s shoulders, trying to break free. “Let me go!”

Nash laughs, the sound cold and cruel. “I’m sick of your protests. We both know you’re a dirty little slut who can’t wait to get her holes filled by our cocks.”

The harsh words hit me like a slap, reminding me of the times my foster brothers forced themselves on me, their friends laughing as they held me down. But this is different. This time, I asked for it. I chose this.

“You’re so fucking responsive.” Nash’s voice is a combination of wonder and lust.

My head spins as Nash pulls away, removing the illusion of safety his body provides. The cool night air washes over my heated skin, goosebumps rising along my arms. I feel exposed and vulnerable but also powerful. These men, so strong and in control, have been reduced to primal need because of me.

“I think she needs something in her mouth to keep her quiet.” Nash’s eyes glitter with amusement as he takes in my flushed face. “Sit on Colt’s face while I plug it with my cock.”

Before I can protest, he’s wrapping my hair around his fist and pushing me to my knees.

Colt lies down so I’m straddling his face and continues to devour me like a starving man. I’m trapped between two men, completely at their mercy.

I struggle initially, not wanting to give in so easily, but Nash is relentless. . I watch as he drops his pants, his cock springing free in the moonlight. I hear Colt’s sharp inhale as Nash stands strong and naked from the waist down. I gulp. He’s huge.

“Open your mouth for me like a good girl.” The head of his cock pushes against my lips. I open my mouth and feel his swollen head rub against my lips. I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of him. He’s thick, so much thicker than anything I’ve ever felt before.

My reluctance melts away as he slides into my mouth, filling me, claiming me. I moan around him, the vibrations eliciting a harsh curse from Nash. His grip on my hair tightens, and he moves slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. I relax my throat, accepting him, wanting to give him pleasure.

I can’t get enough of Nash. I suck hard, taking him deeper, and those sexy eyes of his slowly close. He moans, his pleasure evident. I love the way he tastes, the way he feels sliding against my tongue. I want to devour him, to make him lose control.

His fingers tighten in my hair, and his hips stutter.

“Fuck, Flora, I’m gonna come.” His voice is a hoarse whisper.

I don’t want him to stop, but I can’t bring myself to pull away. I want this—need this. His release spills down my throat, and I swallow, my body buzzing with satisfaction. He pulls out slowly, a stray bead of cum escaping the corner of my mouth.

“Fucking hell. I’ll be feeling that for days.” Nash’s voice is filled with wonder, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

I’m vaguely aware of Colt’s tongue on me, but my mind is spinning, my body thrumming with need. I want more.

Colt’s tongue flicks my clit, as he slides two fingers into my pussy.

“Oh fuck,” I cry out, and my eyes roll back in my head. I’m so close, teetering on the edge. His fingers find my G-spot, and he thrusts in time with his tongue. My orgasm hits me like a freight train, overwhelming and intense. I cry out, my body shaking uncontrollably.

“That’s it. Let go for us.” Nash’s voice is a low purr.

Colt laps up my release, his moans vibrating against me. His tongue owns me, drawing out my pleasure until I’m a boneless heap, my mind blissfully blank.

Nash’s eyes glint with a dark hunger as he tears his gaze from Colt to meet mine. “I want to watch Colt fuck that pretty little pussy of yours, and then I’m going to breed you too.”

I squeak at his harsh words, but there’s no denying the excitement that shoots through me at the idea.

Colt growls, a sound that reverberates through me. “Since when are you in charge?”

Nash laughs, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Since that’s exactly what you want.”

I bite my lip, unable to deny the truth of his words—I want to be controlled.

“Get your cock out, Colt,” Nash demands.

I hold my breath as the sexual tension between them burns like fire, making me wonder if they’ve ever done this before. Slowly, almost reluctantly, Colt unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down. His eyes never leave Nash’s, a silent challenge in his gaze.

My eyes are drawn to Colt’s cock, thick and hard, and—I swallow—pierced. I gasp at the sight of the silver ring adorning him. It’s stunning and intimidating at the same time.

I watch as he strokes himself slowly, eyes locked on Nash.

“Fuck, he’s even thicker than Nash.” I blurt out my observation, unable to keep the awe from my voice.

Colt’s cock twitches at my words, a drop of pre-cum beading at the tip. “Not quite as long, but I think you’ll manage.”

His voice is deep and rough, sending a shiver down my spine. I nod, my eyes flicking between the two men. Their rivalry is palpable, the air thick.

Nash’s eyes glitter with anticipation as he steps back, motioning for Colt to take his place. “Go on, then. Show her what a real man can do.”

Colt’s gaze softens as he looks at me, his expression holding a question. “You ready for this?”

My heart hammers in my chest as I nod. I’m terrified and excited, my body buzzing with anticipation. I want both of them and the fact that they want me, too, is almost too much to bear.

Colt throws down his coat. “Lie on your back.”

I do as he says, lying down on his jacket. And then, he shifts forward between my thighs, his cock leaking. With one hand, he guides himself to my entrance, teasing me with the tip and the piercing. I whimper at the sensation, wanting more.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Nash murmurs, his eyes fixed on the sight of Colt’s cock pressed against me. “Your pretty little pussy can’t wait to be stretched.”

I heat at his words, but I can’t deny the evidence of my desire. I’m soaked, and the head of Colt’s cock slides an inch inside.

“Fuck, she’s tight.” Colt’s voice is strained as he pushes forward, filling me slowly. “So fucking tight and hot.”

His girth stretches me, and I can’t suppress a moan as he bottoms out. He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust to his size. His hands rest on my hips, his thumbs stroking my sensitive skin.

“Move, Colt,” Nash commands, his voice rough with need. “Fuck her hard.”

Colt’s eyes darken, and he pulls out almost entirely before thrusting back into me hard. My eyes widen at the new depth of sensation. I bite my lip, savoring the slight sting of pain, and throw my head back, reveling in the feeling of being wanted and possessed.

“You like that, don’t you? You like it rough.” Colt’s words are a statement, not a question.

I whimper in response, unsure if I can form coherent words. My body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. I want more, need more.

His hands grip my hips tightly making the bruises from Tommy throb as he pulls me against him. The piercing in his cock rubs against sensitive spots inside me, sending sparks of pleasure through my flesh.

“Fucking hell. Your pussy’s milking my cock.” His voice is harsh, full of gravel as he pumps into me. “Been a while since I had a tight little slut like you.”

His words shouldn’t turn me on, but they do. I arch my back, breasts bouncing as I meet his thrusts. I want him to keep going, to never stop. meeting his thrusts. I want him to keep going, to never stop.

“Tell me to stop, Flora.” His voice is demanding, his eyes daring me to deny him.

I don’t want him to stop, ever. But I can’t deny the little girl inside me who needs to play this game and pretend that she has some control, even if it’s just an illusion.

“Please, stop,” I whisper, my eyes darting to Nash, pleading with him to understand. “It hurts. You’re too big.”

I don’t need to say the safe word. I just need them to know that it’s an act, that I’m playing a role, inviting them to take what they want.

Colt’s eyes flash with a dangerous light, and his thrusts become more urgent, more forceful. I cry out, my body responding to his roughness, my channel dripping around him.

“That’s it, fight me.” Colt’s voice is harsh, his jaw clenched with the effort of his restraint. “But you can’t escape me… escape us .”

His words strike a chord deep within me. I don’t want to escape. I never want this moment to end. I want to be theirs, to surrender completely.

My eyes dart to Nash’s and I see the extent of my desire reflected back at me in his dark brown depths.

Colt’s pace never falters, his eyes fixed on mine. “You want this. Don’t try to deny it.”

I can’t, not anymore. My eyes lock with Colt’s, and I give him a small nod, granting him silent permission to take what he needs from me.

Colt’s hand tightens on my hip, his thumb finding the spot that weakens my knees. With each thrust, his piercing rubs against that bundle of nerves, sending shocks of pleasure through me.

“Fuck, Flora, you feel so damn good.” Colt’s voice is strained, his control slipping. “I’m not gonna last. Gonna coat your walls with my cum.”

His words send me over the edge. My orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I cry out, my body shaking uncontrollably as pleasure washes over me.

Colt lets out a harsh groan as he follows me, his release pulsing inside me. I cling to him, not wanting this moment to end. I feel branded by their possession, marked as theirs.

Nash’s eyes burn with desire, his gaze flicking between Colt and me. His hand moves to his own cock, stroking himself as he takes in the sight before him.

“Your turn, Nash,” Colt grunts, his voice still rough. “Take what you want from her.”

Nash’s eyes glitter with a combination of hunger and something akin to relief. He closes the distance between us, his hand gentling as he cups my cheek.

“Mine now,” he whispers, his eyes searching mine. “All mine.”

I feel exposed and vulnerable at the intensity of Nash’s gaze, like he’s seeing through to my very core. I feel the weight of his gaze like a physical touch, sparking something within me.

“Please...” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes. I’m not sure what I’m asking for. Forgiveness, maybe? Or perhaps I’m begging for something more.

Nash cups my cheek, his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “Shh, little bird. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

His eyes, deep and unreadable, hold mine captive. I feel like he’s looking into my soul, seeing the darkest corners of my mind. It should scare me, but it doesn’t. I feel understood in a way I’ve never experienced before.