Chapter 61 Bella and them 2

Chapter 61 Bella and them 2
Bella

Ryland chuckles again, and it is one of the most seductive sounds I have ever heard. He shifts closer to me on the bed, his hazel eyes gleaming. He did get a black eye during the fight, but it does not take away from his darkly handsome allure in the least.

"I believe it is night," he tells me, his lips curving upward. "But it is undeniably good."

His hand finds my stomach and slides down, passing over my mound and brushing against my clit before his finger teases my entrance.

"Fuck, you are soaked. "Did you come already?"

As Theo and Marcus continue to assault my nipples, I nod and arch my back. "But... I can come again."

"Hell yeah, you can."

He inserts his finger deeper inside me and fucks me with it, just like Marcus did in the shower. Every time he slides it into my wet channel, his palm brushes against my clit, sending ecstasy soaring through me.

When he fully extends his finger, I groan in disappointment. But a second later, Marcus shifts his weight slightly and sinks his cock into me, filling me with a long, even stroke.

I make a strangled noise of pleasure, and Ryland leans forward to kiss me, his lips moving hungrily as if he wants to consume the sound.

Marcus fucks me for a few strokes before pulling away, leaving Ryland's fingers in control. The sensation of them sharing me like this makes my core tighten, and I shift my hips eagerly, attempting to bring Ryland's fingers deeper.

"Do you want more, angel?" Marcus mumbles.

I shiver and breathe more rapidly. “Yes.”

He grins. Then he bends my legs a little, resting my heels on the mattress. He slides into me again, and as he sets up a steady rhythm, thrusting in and out, Ryland’s hand slips under my leg and around the curve of my ass.

When his finger breaches my back hole, I clench automatically around Marcus, my whole body reacting to the sensation. My lips break from Ryland’s on a moan, my head tilting back.

“Fuck,” Theo groans. “You’re so beautiful, Bella.”

He rises up on one elbow to look down at me, and as I stare up, my vision is overtaken by his face and Marcus’s side by side. Theo then lowers his head to kiss me, savoring the pleasure that is coursing through my body as Marcus and Ryland fuck me simultaneously.

Heat is simmering low in my belly, slowly spreading throughout the rest of my body, as another orgasm forms like a coiled spring.

"Are you close?" With his breath catching my skin, Theo whispers against my lips.

“Yes.” I nod in a small, sharp motion. My toes are curling, my hips arching upward to meet every one of Marcus’s thrusts.

“Wait. Not yet.” Theo kisses me again after he says the words, and if my lips weren’t otherwise occupied, I’d tell him I don’t have a fucking choice. My lips are shaking with it, sensation filling me up from head to toe.

“I… oh God. Oh, fuck!”

My back arches, but before the orgasm can crash over me, everything stops. Slowly, Marcus slips out of me, and Ryland's finger disappears from my ass. Theo smiles broadly at me as I gasp for air while staring up at all three of them.

“We’ve got you, baby,” he promises, and the heat in his voice makes my clit throb.

I’m so fucking close. I just need a little more to push me over the edge.

“Roll over,” Theo commands.

They all sit back, and he puts his hands on my hips to help me as I comply, turning over onto my stomach. Then he pulls my hips backward, drawing me up onto my knees. My hand braces on the mattress, and he slides his palm over the curve of my ass.

“You okay?” he asks.

I nod. It’s harder for me to stay like this for a long time than it would be if I could support my weight on two arms, but there’s no fucking way I want to miss whatever is about to happen.

I can practically feel the brilliance of his smile beaming down on my back like a ray of sunshine. One of his legs slides between mine, moving my knees a little wider on the mattress.

Then he grabs my ass cheeks in both hands, gripping them tightly to spread them apart and burying his face between my legs. His tongue spears my pussy before sliding up to tease my ass, and I almost pitch face-first onto the bed at the sudden rush of pleasure.

Marcus grabs my shoulder to steady me, supporting me and helping me stay upright as Theo’s tongue rolls over me.

I’m breathing hard, my body humming with arousal, but I manage to look up, catching Ryland’s gaze.

“Come here. Please, I want—”

Theo starts fucking me with his tongue, and I lose all the words I was about to say.

But Ryland gives me what I want anyway, moving forward to kneel in front of me and sitting back on his heels. He got rid of his boxers at some point, and his dick is thick and heavy, jutting out from his body as I lean toward him. I wrap my lips around him, and Ryland lets out a deep groan as my tongue swirls over the broad head of his cock.

Marcus is taking more of my weight now, practically holding me up as I take Ryland deeper into my mouth. Theo keeps changing the tempo and pattern of his tongue as he teases my clit and fucks me with it, and he’s got me balancing on a knife’s edge, right on the verge of flying over the cliff but never quite there.

My body is burning with the need for release, and I take out my frustration on Ryland’s cock. Saliva dribbles down his thick length as I bob my head up and down, hollowing my cheeks as I take him deeper each time.

Theo pulls away from my pussy. He bites down hard on my thigh and murmurs, “Now, Bella.”

His tongue finds my clit again, lashing it in hard strokes, and it’s almost more than my body can take. I shudder from head to toe, my arm nearly giving out as I gasp and moan around Ryland’s cock. Marcus’s grip on my shoulders tightens, and I feel him press a kiss between my shoulder blades as I arch my back, riding out the massive orgasm.

It’s like Theo just gave me several climaxes at once, all built up and unleashed at the exact same time.

I’m panting as the waves of pleasure subside, and I run my tongue over Ryland’s wet cock as I try to catch my breath.

He reaches down to wrap his hand around my wet hair, tilting my head up as he looks down at me. His jaw is tight, the muscles in his neck straining. “Fuck. I want to be inside you. Can you take more?”

I nod, pulling against his hold on my hair to make the gesture as emphatic as possible. I don’t care if I’m sore tomorrow. Hell, I don’t care if I can’t walk tomorrow.

Tonight, I want everything these men can give me.

Theo grazes his teeth over my thigh one more time before he pulls away, and Ryland releases his grip on my hair and lies back on the bed. Marcus helps me as I crawl forward, and when I’m straddling Ryland, I reach down between us, stroking his thick shaft. Fisting him, I rise up and sink down, enveloping him in my tight channel.

My entire lower half feels swollen and flushed from arousal, and it makes me intensely aware of how thick Ryland is. I can feel every inch of him as he fills me, and I pause when he bottoms out, letting my body adjust to the feel of being stretched by him.

“So good,” I murmur, biting my lower lip.

His hands come to my hips, and I start to roll them gently, riding his dick in small movements and grinding my clit against his pelvis.

Now that I don’t need his help staying upright anymore, Marcus’s hands begin to wander, roaming over my skin and teasing all the most sensitive parts of me.

When his fingers drift down to brush over my clit, I jump. It’s still sensitive, hyperaware of every little touch.

“I’ll go slow, angel,” he promises, massaging the swollen bud gently. “But you’ll want this. It will help loosen you up.”

As he speaks, I feel the warmth of Theo at my back, his fingers trailing down my spine and over the curve of my ass. I clamp down hard around Ryland, making him grunt, and Theo chuckles as he dips his hand a little lower, slides a finger through the slick arousal that coats my inner thighs before pressing it into my ass.

“You want this?”

“Yes.”

“You want more than this?”

The teasing note in his voice lets me know he’s already sure of the answer he’s going to get. I nod, too lost in sensation to even give him a snarky reply. “Yes. Fuck me. Please.”

He kisses my shoulder, pumping one finger in my ass before adding a second. Ryland and I move together in a steady rhythm, and Marcus does exactly what he promised he would, building me slowly back up with slow strokes around my clit.

Only when I start moving my hips faster and fucking Ryland harder does Marcus increase the pressure of his fingertips. My body has been through so much that the build toward release is slower this time, and I’m glad about that.

Because I don’t want to stop doing this. I want to keep moving with the rhythm of my men, feeding pleasure into them and drawing it from them in a perfect loop. I never want to let go of this connection between us, so deep and palpable it might as well be a physical bond that links us.

“Are you ready for me, Bella?” Theo murmurs. He’s always so careful with me, so gentle, but I can hear the rasp in his voice that lets me know how badly he needs this.

I nod again, bracing my hand on Ryland’s chest as I slow my movements a little.

Theo’s fingers slide out of me. Then the head of his cock nudges my tight back hole, and I press back against him, inviting him deeper. Welcoming it. Demanding it.

“Jesus fuck.”

The curse doesn’t fall from Theo’s lips. It’s Marcus who speaks. When I look over, I see that he’s got his free hand wrapped around his cock, stroking himself as he continues teasing my clit.

His gaze rakes over me, hot as fire, and a fresh jolt of arousal slams through me.

I remember the way he looked the night he came back into our lives like a ghost rising from the grave—one of almost tortured desire, as if seeing what his friends are doing to me is almost too much for him to take.

Leaning over, I crane my neck and find his lips with mine, kissing him hard as Theo slides deeper into my ass.

Our tongues and lips and teeth collide, and there’s nothing gentle about it. It’s feverish and hungry. Theo is all the way inside me now, and the feeling of being completely full of both him and Ryland is almost enough to make me come again already.

Theo’s lips find my shoulder, biting and scraping over the skin, and he withdraws in a slow, smooth motion before sliding back in. The friction lights my nerves on fire, and I grunt into Marcus’s mouth as Ryland grips my hips and thrusts into me too. He and Theo alternate movements, and I give myself over to it completely, letting them move my body any way they like.

I’m relaxed and trusting in their embrace, knowing that these men would never hurt me—they’ll only worship me, only bring me pleasure.

This is so much different than the day Marcus fucked my ass in the shower. It’s as close as I’ll ever get to the thing I constantly crave, which is to be as deeply connected to my men as possible.

I’m lost in a sea of movement and hot breath, of groans and sighs and muttered curses. Of pleasure that spirals through my body from my fingertips to my toes and back, building and building until white spots dance in front of my eyes.

My fingernails are digging into Ryland’s chest, but he doesn’t seem to care. Marcus devours me with his kiss as he strokes his cock and toys with my clit, and I wish like hell that I could reach down and stroke him too. I want to feel the way he thickens right before he comes, feel his shaft pulse in my grip as he spills his release over my fingers.

“Fuck,” I mutter, my forehead resting against Marcus’s as my body writhes rhythmically between the two other men. “I’m close. So close. I’m—ah!”

Ryland brings me down hard on his cock, arching his hips up into mine, and at the same moment, Marcus pinches my clit between his fingers. He’s been working me up slowly after my two previous orgasms, and the sharp pinch of pain and pleasure throws me over the edge again.

As Ryland comes inside me, my inner walls ripple around him, my whole body shuddering.

Theo gives several deep thrusts, and I can feel him building toward his own climax as he drives into me. Then he grinds against my ass, pressing as deep as possible as his cock pulses over and over.

Marcus finally pulls his fingers away from my aching clit, his fist moving furiously over his thick length as he rises up to his knees.

He fists my hair, drawing my head back and making my spine arch. He comes on my chest, ropes of cum spurting over my breasts as a low growl erupts from his throat. His stomach muscles clench, and he keeps stroking until the last few drops spill over his hand.

Still gripping my hair, he brings his fingers to my mouth.

I grin, holding his gaze as I wrap my lips around them, licking them clean. Ryland and Theo are both still inside me, and I can feel their cocks twitch as they watch.

Marcus draws his fingers slowly from my mouth before leaning forward to kiss me. I’m sure he can taste the lingering tang of his own cum on my tongue, and it makes heat curl in my stomach.

He pulls back as Theo slowly slides out of me. Ryland lifts me gently off his cock, and I collapse onto the bed between them all, my body going limp. I worked up a sweat, and they did too. I can feel our skin sliding together as they curl closer to me. Their cum still marks me, both inside and out, and I know I’m a sticky mess. But I’m in no hurry to clean up.