Chapter 12

Twelve

Hazel

“ I t’s like,” I gasp, “my very own live-action porn.”

Gable lifts his head from where it’s been buried between my legs to glance at his brother and Ira. My hips circle in a helpless search for the feel of his mouth, and he gives me a wink before ducking his head to my needy pussy once more.

“Then watch them and come for me, Beauty.” He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I’ve never been the sort who reaches climax easily, but everything about this scenario stokes my libido and revs my engine.

Each swipe of his talented tongue urges me higher and higher until there’s no avoiding the orgasm that tears through my body. Muscles I couldn’t name if there was money on the line lock up as pleasure fires through every nerve.

“Shit that’s hot,” Ira gasps, his hand blindly reaching to grab hold of mine.

“I want another,” Gable demands, his fingers pushing deeper and searching out the spongy patch that marks my g-spot.

“I-I-I can’t!” My voice is hoarse from screaming.

“You can, and you will. You choose the free use room, Hazel. That means I can use you however I want. And I want your cum to soak this bed and everyone in it,” he growls.

“I’ve never come twice.” I’m pleading, begging, even though I don’t know what for. Mercy? More of what he’s doing? I have no idea.

“Prove her wrong, brother. Then trade places with me,” Ridge says.

Gable doubles his efforts, licking and nipping at my pussy while driving what feels like his whole hand in and out of me. I crane my head to look at where he’s finger fucking me, shocked to see it’s only two of his thick digits being used to make me mindless with need.

He uses his other hand to pluck at my nipples, moving from one to the other without lifting his mouth from me. I buck and writhe under him, but his shoulders on my thighs keep me mostly immobile.

It takes longer this time to reach my peak, but there’s no stopping Gable as he cultivates it with every stroke and kiss. Sweat coats my skin, and I’m sure I sound as if I’ve run a marathon. Ridge chuckles darkly when Ira makes a breathy groan, and that’s the only way I know the brothers are torturing us both with bliss.

“I need to come, Ridge. It’s going to happen as soon as you let go,” Ira warns.

“Then I won’t let go. This is my cock now, Ira. Mine for the night, and I’m not ready to give it permission to nut.”

The way Ridge and Gable talk about Ira and me, as if we’re toys for real, is hotter than it has any right to be. Far from feeling objectified or small, the way they’re manipulating my body to do what they want is empowering.

Gable does something with his hand, twisting it until his ring finger presses against my backside while spit and my own juices make everything slippery. His eyes meet mine with a knowing glint.

“You ever had anyone in this ass, Beauty?” he asks.

“Never!” I’ve been curious, but never trusted a partner not to rush it and hurt me.

“Good. Then it’s mine before you leave this bed. Am I clear? This ass is mine to take, and you’re going to make sure no one else has it before me.” There’s a menacing threat in his voice that has my jaw dropping.

“I can’t control who?—”

He interrupts me by pressing his slicked-up ring finger inside me to the knuckle. His first three fingers are stuffed in my cunt, so my body feels filled to bursting.

“Tell me you’ll save this ass for me,” he demands. “And I’ll make you come so Ridge can fuck you.”

“I will! I will!” I babble. The feeling of his fingers wiggling inside me topples me from the knife’s edge of my climax into the abyss of pleasure. Wave after wave pulls at me until my bones turn to liquid and my eyes squeeze shut.

“There you go, brother. I think it’s your turn.” Gable’s voice comes through a tunnel, my brain almost completely checked out.

“Swap me. You have to pinch the tip like I am, or he’s gonna nut,” Ridge warns.

I keep my eyes shut as they shuffle and maneuver around the bed. There’s the jostle of clothing being quickly removed as hands trade places. The sound of Ridge and Gable unzipping their pants is a twin ricochet that’s unmissable, even over my and Ira’s panting breaths.

“Check in, Princess. What’s your color?” Ridge is close enough I feel the warm puff of his breath.

“Green. So green,” I promise.

“Then give me those pretty eyes. I’m going to pick you up, and we’re gonna go sit in that chair.” He acts as he speaks, lifting me from the bed and carrying me to the oversized chair next to the oversized canopy bed.

He turns me in his arms until my back is to his front, and I realize he’s still mostly dressed. His shirt is still on and buttoned, his pants lowered just enough for me to feel the heated iron bar of his erection nestled between my butt cheeks.

“Put your legs over mine,” he directs and helps me spread my legs over each of his. Ira and Gable watch from the bed, Gable crouched over Ira with his fist clenched over the other man’s erection.

“Sink down on it, princess. And then sit as still as you can. We’re going to enjoy the show, and you’re going to give them one to watch in return.”

My muscles are still jellified from Gable’s two orgasms, but I wiggle until Ridge’s angled in front of me, his fat mushroom head poked up between my lower lips. It’s purpley and shiny with precum already, and so broad I’m not sure even with Gable’s fingers prepping me that it’ll fit inside.

With more wiggling and rocking my hips he’s notched farther back, at my entrance. His hands at my hips guide me backward until I’m snug in his lap and he’s hilted as deep as possible inside me.

“Now freeze, Princess. You can come, but only if you can do it without moving.” His directions seem impossible. To come I need to move, but his grip on my hips will make sure I can’t.

At least, that’s my assumption until he releases my hips and lets his hands go wandering. One goes up to tweak and pull at my breasts. The other slaps at my clit, exposed and on display, thanks to how his thick shaft spreads me wide.

“Fuck me, she’s a goddess,” Ira murmurs.

“Oh, I’m about to, pretty boy,” Gable chuckles, shuttling lube along his cock as he holds Ira’s erection tight in his other hand.

“Oh, fuuuuuck,” Ira groans as Gable pushes himself into the hole Ridge loosened while his brother was eating me alive.

“Be a good toy, Princess. And squeeze my dick as tight as you can without moving a muscle,” Ridge whispers in my ear, his fingertips pinching at my clit hard enough to shock a squeal from me.

“Yes, Daddy! Oh, yes!” I’ve never come more than once, and here I am, about to hit that peak a third time.

Forget about the drama of my broken engagement and all the worries for the future. Tonight is the best night of my life.