Chapter 97 97. Blissed Out
Tabitha’s POV
I nod against him, dizzy, my thoughts fragmented. Evren’s hands possessively slide over me, exploring the plump curve of my ass. His fingers skim lower, stroking everywhere except where I’m burning for it, teasing me with intentional cruelty.
Please… fuck, if my mouth is not filled to the brim right now, I would have begged him to touch me exactly where I need it.
But I think he hears it—or at least smells my desperation. Evren’s expert fingers trail down to my aching folds, parting it from behind and stroking the sensitive nub just above it.
“Hnghhh…” I whimper, eyes stinging with happy tears once again.
It feels so damn good. Evren rubs my clit once again, driving me crazy. Then he lowers closer, his warm breath ghosting over my sensitive skin, and the sensation alone nearly undoes me. My arms shake. My thoughts dissolve into static and my mind turns into nothing but a pile of mush and horniness. Evren’s grip on my hips tighten as his tongue lashes over my velvety cunt.
Oh fuck.
A strangled sound leaves my throat before I can stop it—raw, helpless, and utterly done.
Evren eats me from behind while I continue to suck Luca’s cock. And oh shit, nothing can compare to this. The way Evren’s tongue glides over my sensitive nub while his fingers knead the curve of my ass make me dizzy with pleasure. My hips jerk involuntarily against him. I gasp around Luca, swallowing as he pushes deeper, and the mingling sensations make my body tremble and melt, each movement pulling me further into this haze of want and submission. My hands clutch his thighs while Evren teases my inner folds, curling his fingers in rhythm with his tongue, and I feel my knees weaken as my back arches, lost in the pull of their combined control.
Evren shifts his weight slightly, pressing closer, and his tongue traces lazy, curling circles over the sensitive ridge above me. He slips into the slick channel and draws a shiver from deep inside. One finger slides inside my cunt, stretching slowly, curling upward until the tip of his finger brushes the right spot that makes me gasp, and then he presses his thumb over my clit, rolling it in slow sweeps.
“Hmmnghhf…” I sob.
My hips tilt without thought, responding to him, to the slick warmth of his touch, to the control he has over me. I feel him drag his tongue upward, flattening it against the tender mound, catching the curve of my outer lips between tongue and teeth just enough to make a strangled whine escape around Luca. His finger moves in rhythm, curling, pressing, rolling inside me while his thumb sweeps in little circles above, teasing and drawing me higher. Every motion combines—the press of tongue, the curl of his finger and the way it hits the sensitive bundle of nerves inside me, the tug of lips and it sends heat spiraling through me.
I’m trembling, knees quaking, chest pressed to Luca as my body reacts without restraint. My back arches more, and a strangled, high, ragged moan escapes as my hips jerk, slickness spilling over his fingers. His mouth moves faster now, sucking, lapping, teasing every ridge, while his fingers pump and curl inside, hitting the right spot in rhythm with the flick of his tongue. My stomach coils, heat radiates outward, and I can’t hold back.
“That’s it,” Luca murmurs, his tone a sweet command as he strokes the back of my head. “Let go for us.”
My whole body responds. A strangled scream bursts from my throat as my muscles clench around him, trembling in relentless waves. My chest presses hard to Luca, tasting myself on him, feeling every nerve spike and coil. Evren doesn’t stop—his mouth presses harder, tongue dragging and sucking, fingers curling and rolling until every last shiver is drawn from me.
I collapse forward against Luca’s thighs, trembling, breath coming in short, broken bursts. The world blurs, my limbs go weak, and heat rolls through me in a dizzying wave. I can hardly hold myself up. I’m boneless, lost, every part of me humming with surrender, and the heat doesn’t fade. I can feel mini quakes all over my body as the intense orgasm settles for a few more minutes. Holy shit. I’ve never felt something like this before! Every nerve in my body is alight, consumed by the way he claims me—they claim me—and I’m floating somewhere between delirium and bliss, completely his, completely theirs.
“You look so hot when you cum, sweetheart,” Luca murmurs while stroking my hair gently. “But you have to finish your job here.” Then, he tightly snatches a handful of my hair and begins thrusting his hips up, feeding me inches of the cock that slowly slides out of my mouth when I deliriously ograsmed out of my wits earlier.
I grab his knee, my nails digging on his skin but he doesn’t mind. Luca tilts me back slightly, angling my head better and forcing my mouth wide as he pushes forward, burying himself deep again. My lips stretch around him, trying to take him all in, tasting the musky heat that makes my stomach churn in need. His hands grip my hair harder now, fingers threading through the strands as he sets a relentless rhythm, pounding into my mouth with an unforgiving push.
“Fuck, yes!” he groans, his thrusts getting faster and rougher now. “You’ll take every inch. And you’ll swallow every load… like a good girl.”
I gag and moan, a shaky, breathless sound that mixes with the slick, wet friction of my lips sliding along him. I try to keep up, desperate to pleasure him. Because I want him, every inch of him, to feel my need. My tongue flicks along the underside, my lips squeezing in time with his thrusts, and I can feel the tip brushing the back of my throat again and again.
“Fondle my balls, sweetheart. Make me cum.”
I wrap my fingers around his heavy balls, rolling them gently, stroking in slow, teasing motions as I continue to take him deep. Drool bubbles on the corner of my mouth but I don’t mind. Luca seems to like it. His hips snap forward in reflexive need and my tongue traces the underside again, licking and pressing against him while my lips stretch wide, taking him fully, matching his relentless rhythm.
“Fuck… yes, just like that,” Luca rasps, voice thick, tightening his grip on my hair. “You feel so good, sweetheart. So fucking good.”
I shiver, swallowing around him as he thrusts deeper, my lips squeezing him with each push. His hips jerk, and I feel the first tremors of his release building. My fingers massage, squeeze, and roll, coaxing him, and he groans, eyes closing, and his head tilting back.
“Ahhh… yes… swallow it all,” he groans, and I obey without hesitation.
I hungrily take every pulse of his thick and salty cum. My throat constricts around him, my lips moving to keep up with his rhythm, swallowing eagerly, tasting him, shivering at the feel of his hot release sliding down my tongue.
He groans, eyes fluttering open. He looks satisfied while watching me lick and suck every last drop of him. I feel him shudder in my mouth as the last waves hit. Luca keeps his hips pressed forward for a moment, grounding himself against me, until he finally pulls back, letting me catch a ragged breath. My mouth feels a bit sore from all the sucking and my body is still humming from the aftershocks of my own orgasm.
“Good girl… that’s exactly how you please me,” Luca murmurs, cupping my jaw, thumb brushing over the stickiness on my lips. “You took it all… and I can feel how much you wanted it. You’re perfect, sweetheart.”
I swallow again, shivering, feeling utterly claimed, utterly theirs, but a faint, teasing grin creeps onto my face despite the haze of pleasure. Strong arms catch me. I’m lifted and settled onto the soft mattress, handled like something precious and claimed. I lie back on the couch, chest heaving, skin flushed, mind floating in a blissed-out haze.
I feel weightless. But reckless and powerful in my ruin. It feels so good to finally let my feelings reign free. My hand drifts up, lazily cupping my breasts, teasing myself while the four of them watch me like I’m the center of the universe.
“Don’t think that we’re done here yet, princess. The night is young and we still have a lot of dirty things planned out for you,” Reed says as he strokes my thighs. There’s that unrestrained flames of lust raging in his eyes as he gawks down at my naked body that is slick with their cum.
“Oh yeah?” I probe.
“Damn right. But first, we have to decide on something important,” Reed says in a firm voice.
“Hmm… What kind of important decision?” I ask, my voice a bit hoarse now from all the fucking they did on my throat.
“Like who gets to claim this tight little pussy of yours first…” Jace murmurs, licking his lips as his gaze slides down my legs, pausing at the aching heat between them.
My breath hitches. They want to fuck me. And here I am feeling excited like a kitten in heat.
“Well,” I pant softly, still breathless but smug, “no need to fuss over it. Let’s just do it the usual way… why don’t you spin the bottle?”
Reed laughs. “Aren’t you a naughty girl.”
Jace pushes off the armrest and grabs a chilled bottle of water from the fridge. Then, he returns with a grin that promises trouble.
The brothers circle around the couch, eyes fixed on me before spinning the bottle.