Chapter 55 Elise and her boys (cont)

Chapter 55 Elise and her boys (cont)
TOBIAS

A lot of the sex I’ve had throughout my life was choreographed. Designed specifically to appeal to a viewer through lighting, body positioning camera angles and acting. Yet somehow the four of us move like we’ve practiced this dance a thousand times. We’re masters. It’s seamless. And it’s all because of Elise. She isn’t thinking now, it’s easy to see that by looking into her eyes. She’s gone to some land where all that exists is gratification. That’s right where we want her.

She’s like a prima ballerina in the middle of a glorious lift, being passed in my hands from Gabe to Banks, her delicious body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. I haven’t said a word to Banks about how we’ll accomplish making love to her at the same time. Somehow, it’s just understood. Somehow, we already know because the choreography is coming from our hearts, not just our heads or our junk. It’s the sexual version of a shared psychosis. We’re reading each other’s minds and all of our minds are one hundred percent attuned to her. To each other.

I’m fucking shaken by it.

Banks receives a still-gasping Elise in his arms and turns her around to face me, holding her arms behind her back, his tongue licking up the side of her neck. I’ve never seen anyone in her state. Thighs spasming, breath racing, body aroused and straining. And not attempting to control or hide any of it from us. She’s magnificent.

“Is her pussy still wet?” I lay down on my back in front of her, rip open one of the condom packets and apply the latex while she watches, her pupils expanding, those nipples so tight I know she needs another climax. One isn’t enough for this woman. I’d say she’s a three-man job, but she’s not a job at all. She’s a privilege. “Or does she need to wiggle around on my face for a while?”

Elise squeezes her spasming thighs together and moans.

Banks snakes a hand around her right hip and murmurs in her ear until she loosens the flex of her legs, then he slides two fingers into the shiny split of her sex and growls. “Still wet as fuck.” He fists her hair and guides her down on top of me. She goes even more eagerly when Banks slaps her ass. Once, twice. “Still eager.”

“A miracle,” I groan.

“Goddamn right she is,” Banks agrees, shaking his head in reverence.

And then I’m in the coveted position of kissing Elise.

I wasn’t lying. She tastes like the sun. Hope and light and redemption.

The warm, wet juncture of her thighs makes contact with my lap and I make a strangled sound, reaching back to spank her tight ass, as well. It drenches her further. Makes her offer that tongue with more enthusiasm. She scoops her hips a little, reaching back and using the tips of two fingers to press me into her entrance, working her way down my shaft with whimpering kisses that come close to doing my head in. In the best way. If she didn’t specifically tell us what she wanted tonight, I’d lose control about now.

But her wants are our calling. They are musts.

The goddess gets what the goddess wants.

And she wants to feel us all at the same time.

“If I wasn’t obsessed with granting your wishes, you’d be on your back right now, getting it filthy. Is that how you imagined us all those years while you fingered yourself in the dark? In the glow of your phone?” I grind upward with my hips and she trembles and gasps. “Poor girl needed the real thing. You’re getting it now, aren’t you?”

I bounce her in that elevated position, the other two men surging closer to watch her tits jiggle around—and she likes being the star of her naughty little show. She watches us ogle her with foggy eyes and arches her back to give us a better view, God love her. I smooth my palms up her belly and ribcage, massaging those globes reverently, before delivering sharp smacks to her nipples, experiencing the ripple and flex of her pussy in response. Gritting my teeth at the perfection of it.

I’m obsessed with this woman.

“Come here, love,” I command, no longer surprised to hear the emotion in my voice. Every single one that I possess is hers at this moment. “Banks is going to worship that gorgeous rear end of yours, isn’t he?”

“God yes,” he breathes.

“Lucky man, isn’t he?” I’m pumping into her from below, she’s rocking to meet me. Her forehead is glued to mine, our harsh exhales colliding. This is heaven. “We all want to get lucky at some point, watching our cocks disappear between those cheeks, Elise, but listen to me. You don’t owe us anything.” Her eyes regain a little focus at that. “If this stops feeling like it’s for you at any time, we’re doing it wrong. Okay? It hurts or you don’t like it, we stop.”

Glassy-eyed, she nods. Traces my brow with her lips. “Thank you. It…doesn’t feel like it’s for you. I can feel the three of you considering me. Constantly.”

“Good. That’s what we want. That’s what we’re doing. Always,” Banks says into her neck, his body pushing down, down, until we’re sandwiching her between us. His weight presses Elise down onto my lap and blesses me with enough friction to roll my eyes into the back of my fucking head.

Banks doesn’t try and enter her right away. No, he starts to move in the rhythm of our fuck, grinding into each revolution of her backside. His teeth are already clenched and sweat is popping out on his forehead and I know it’s the anticipation sinking into his gut-like teeth. “Beautiful woman,” he chants. “Beautiful, beautiful woman.”

“Gabe,” she whispers, searching around blindly—and it’s like he knew she’d call for him. He’s already there, coming forward on his stomach, reaching out to trace her gasping lips with his fingers, pressing them one by one into her mouth, using the saliva to stroke himself back to an erection. “I’m here, Elise. We’re all here.”

I know the moment Banks penetrates that breach, because she jolts against me, her muscles seizing. She’s no longer riding me and it’s painful, but I lock down my testosterone and wait, placating myself with the fact that I get to look into her eyes while this happens. Get to witness the trepidation giving way to wonder. I hold my breath in the face of such honesty. Such beauty. All while her pussy beats around my cock, constricting a little more each time Banks gains another inch.

“Gabe,” I say. “Do you have…”

“Yeah.”

He leaves the bed momentarily to find something on his bedside table. A small, turquoise bottle that he hands over to Banks. Banks rips the top off with his teeth, his chest heaving like a prizefighter in the middle of a bout, and he pours the contents between the crack of Elise’s ass. We watch the valley of those cheeks become coated in moisture, Elise lifts her hips ever so slightly and Banks sinks in with a guttural grunt. We’re both inside of her now. And the atmosphere changes. Dramatically.

ELISE

I’ve left my head. I didn’t think that was possible.

I can’t think of a single thing around the cacophony of sensations. I’m not even sure whether or not being occupied from both sides hurts or feels good. I just know that it’s like jump-starting an emotional engine that I didn’t know existed inside of me. I’m shaking in a way that can’t be controlled, inside and out. I’m snared inside of a three-way trap of intensity that makes my throat shrink, my eyes burn, and my chest expand and expand until I swear to God I’m going to splinter into a million pieces.

I’m love. I’m the embodiment of love and nature and everything good.

I’m a woman. These men are desperate to praise me. And I let them because my heart demands it. My vanity humility and worries don’t exist right now. It’s just me giving the most basic, elemental part of myself what it needs. There’s nothing else. I’m high.

“Animals,” I whisper again.

Their awed and grateful response swells around me like radioactivity, ringing in my ears and I just give myself over to their energy. This world they’ve woven around me. I close my eyes and feel them fuck me, Tobias from below, Banks behind. They move hungrily, teeth snapping at my flesh, like a pack of wolves preying on me after sundown. The room is filled with the sound of groaning and slapping and me calling their names one by one. Banks. Gabe. Tobias. All of them are so important. All of them here with me, lost with me, experiencing this event.

I toss a hand out seeking Gabe and murmur something unintelligible against Tobias’s panting mouth. But he knows exactly what I’m trying to say like I knew he would.

“Moving to my knees, mate,” Tobias huffs, his back lifting off the mattress. Keeping me seated on his shaft, he manoeuvres his legs into a kneel while Banks sits back doing the same, still inside of me, still moving in those thick drives. My thighs are wrapped around Tobias’s hips and I’m writhing, working my lower body to bring him in and out of me. Banks is nearly coming undone behind me, brought to the brink by the brusque up and back tweaks of my hips. And now Gabe is standing on the bed to my left, approaching me with his erection in hand, bringing it to my mouth, where I’m aching to have it. Dying for the sense of completion that’s going to rock me when I’m pleasuring all three of them. I need it. I’m living for it.

The moment Gabe slides his swollen, salty flesh into my mouth, I am pushed to the brink. Right to the precipice of something almost alarmingly beautiful.

My trembles increase and I become painstakingly aware of every pressure point in my body. My entire body weight rests on the place where I’m joined by Tobias, my clit pressing and rubbing on the base of his engorged flesh. Banks is so full, hurting me slightly with his ownership but in a way that I want. I want to feel like a corrupted virgin—I don’t care if that’s weird or wrong. I want to feel like a seductive vixen, too, and I’m getting that from Gabe. Tobias looks up at me with nothing short of hero worship, like I’m saving his soul. His life. I’m redeeming him.

“There you fucking go, love. All three of us. Your men. Your men for life.”

And I’m all of these things. I make myself all three. They help bring me here.

We hold, just like that, nobody moving. My mouth is occupied. My sex and my buttocks are owned. We all take one deep breath together, acknowledging the importance of what we’re doing together, a bond forming that goes far, far beyond just a physical one. We move in one swell of appreciation, breathing deeply of each other—and then the frenzy begins.

My mouth is crammed full repeatedly, my lips struggling to take the heft of Gabe. His fingers twist in my hair and he snarls, moans, and rasps my name while fucking my lips. And I revel in the treatment, scraping his ridges lightly with my teeth and using my left hand to stroke, stroke, stroke. Gabe watches the other men penetrate me from the front, and the back, their bodies nothing more than desperate, sweaty machines and he ploughs into my mouth harder, visibly turned on. Fingertips dig into my hips, my throat, and my breasts from all sides and I squeeze my eyes closed and find my path to pleasure.

“Son of a bitch,” Tobias near-shouts. “I can feel how close she is.”

Banks breathes raggedly into my neck. “That tight clench of hers, right? I’m getting it, too. Christ almighty.”

I reach down and fondle my clit, focusing on the stiff weight of the two men pounding into me from the front, the rear. The strength of them. The daintiness of me. I feel their intense longing and it matches mine while that sensitive nub begins to tingle against my fingers.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan, before taking Gabe into my mouth again. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” they respond to me. Fucking me rougher. Without restraint.

Animals. Animals. I’m their victim and their leader.

My body ignites into a flaming orgasm and I scream, the sound coming from somewhere so deep inside of me, that I’ve never reached it before.

It's Banks’s unsteady breath on my shoulders.

It’s the moisture in Tobias’s eyes that seems to confuse even him.

It’s the way Gabe tries to hold back, but can’t, his salt greeting the back of my throat, followed by his roar of satisfaction.

It’s the brotherhood I feel forming between them.

It’s us. Everything.

We all go over the side of the cliff together, jerking and thrusting and straining, no one stopping until everyone has gotten through to the other side. And the other side?

Somehow, it’s just as magical as getting there.