265. Emily - The cabin 5

265. Emily - The cabin 5
I reach behind me, my hand finding his cock, and I position it at my unused hole. I push myself against it, forcing myself to take him inside me. A broken whimper slips past my lips the moment he pushes in, the burn sharp as my muscles stretch around him. I can get past how thick he is. How my body doesn’t get used to his invasion.
“That’s it, Moonbean… take me. Take every inch.”
When he’s finally buried to the hilt, I collapse forward, my forehead pressed to his shoulder, my fingers trembling against his skin.
“Does it hurt?” he asks.
“I love it,” I murmur. “I love it so much,”  
His hands grip my hips hard as he starts pounding into me from beneath, each thrust rough and merciless, making me gasp and claw at his shoulders.
“Get in here,” Mads tells someone. Probably Cirro. 
A moment later, I feel another thick pressure forcing its way in beside Mads, stretching me wider than I thought possible. My breath breaks into sharp whimpers as my body fights to take it, the sting so sharp it blurs into pleasure.
I have two coks in my ass before, but never so big. 
“Fuck!” Mads hisses. “So fucking tight.” 
I claw at Mads’s shoulders, tears in my eyes, from pain, from how impossibly good it feels. “I… I can’t—” The words die in my throat, replaced by a ragged moan as Cirro pushes forward even more. 
Mads and Cirro start to move, each thrust forcing my body to take them even deeper. The burn makes me cry out, but the pleasure coils tight in my stomach. How can something hurt and feel so damn good at the same time?
I lift my head and press my lips against Mads’. The kiss is messy, desperate, teeth clashing as he groans into my mouth while they keep using me. His tongue claims mine, and I moan against him, every sound swallowed between our lips.
Cirro grips my shoulders, his fingers digging in as he moves faster, his rhythm rough and relentless. A broken cry rips from my throat, muffled against Mads’ mouth, my body straining to take both of them.
Cirro can be so rough when he loses control. 
“Good girl,” Mads mutters between kisses, his breath hot against my lips. “Take it all. Don’t hold back.”
My cries of pleasure turn more desperate as the heat keeps building and building until it’s too much. My body tightens around them, my vision blurring as another orgasm rips through me.
I scream Mads’ name against his mouth, the sound breaking into sobs as Cirro pounds harder, forcing me to ride the wave until I can’t breathe.
“That’s it,” Steve says. “Come all over their cocks, as they destroy your ass.” 
My whole body seizes, trembling violently as another wave of release crashes through me. I’m crying, shaking, clinging to Mads like he’s the only thing keeping me from breaking apart completely.
Mads kisses me hard, swallowing every scream, while Cirro’s grip on my shoulders tightens, his low groans spilling into the air as he drives me mercilessly.
The sound, the heat, the way my body clenches around both of them is too much. Mads breaks the kiss, his forehead pressed to mine as he snarls, “Fuck, Moonbean…” His hips snap up one last time before he stiffens beneath me. His cry is raw, desperate, as he spills into me alongside Cirro.
Pinned between them, I collapse against Mads’ chest, trembling, my throat raw from screaming. My body is still pulsing, overstimulated, and aching, but all I can think of is more.
“Such a good girl,” Mads praises me. “You took us so well.” 
I never cared about aftercare. Jason rarely offered any, and Stefan always fucked me like he was afraid I would break. 
But as I lay here, between Mads and Cirro, their hands smoothing over my skin, their voice murmuring praises, it feels different. It feels good.
Rin and Steve get close to us, and we spend the rest of the morning fucking in the jacuzzi. 
The only thing that gets me away from them and their hard cocks is hunger. 
Yan finds me in the kitchen, cooking. 
He sits at the table and studies me quietly. 
While I was in the jacuzzi, busy fucking the others, Yan disappeared. It makes me feel bad, because I should have checked on him the moment I realized he left, but between cock and cock, I got distracted. It sounds like an excuse, and maybe it is.
I sit across from him and reach my hand across the table, my palm up. An invitation. It’s not the first time I’ve made this gesture, and for a moment, I’m scared he won’t take it. But then his hand closes over mine, warm and solid, and I let out a shaky breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“How are you feeling?” I ask. 
His eyebrows rise up. “I should ask you that.” 
I blink. “Aren’t you…” I try to search for the right words, but nothing comes to mind, so I ask bluntly. “Aren’t you disgusted by the way I like to be fucked?”
Yan takes his time before replying. “My disgust was never about you, but about me. As long as you like being treated that way… But I don’t think I can be with you in that way.” 
I squeeze his hand. “The way you fuck me, the way you make love to me, is perfect. It’s just how it should be between us.” 
After dinner, when the guys go to sleep, only Yan and I remain on the deck, gazing up at the stars. 
We sit on the stairs, my back leaning against his chest, his arms around me, hugging me. 
“It’s so peaceful here,” I say as Yan presses his lips to my neck. 
“We could come here more often,” he proposes as he rests his chin on my shoulder. “Bring the kids and spend long weekends here.” 
“I like the idea,” I murmur. 
Yan lifts one hand and points at the sky. “That one’s Orion,” he says, tracing the three stars of the belt with his finger. “And just over there—that bright one is Sirius. You see the Big Dipper?”