Page 15 of Hold Your Breath

“Don’t be scared, Bunny.”

Large hands grip my hips and lift until I am on my knees with my head and forearms still against the mattress. I feel his cock swipe through the liquid on my ass, then the tip pushes into me slowly. It isn’t pleasant, but I breathe through it, trying to keep myself calm.

Out of nowhere, someone plays with my clit, which is still sensitive from my last orgasm.

“You should see how well you’re taking his cock, Bunny. Now you’ve had all three of us in each of your holes, and I wonder how pretty you will look when you are filled so full you are leaking with our cum.”

I shiver at the thought. I’ve never considered it before. It was only a few days ago I couldn’t be naked in front of anyone, yet here I am now, naked and being fucked in the ass like I’m some damn porn star.

The burning eases and my pussy drips. Whoever is playing with my clit changes to stroking my pussy, mixing his fingers in the mess.

“Please finger me,” I beg. Heat scorches my cheeks, and I know they will be a bright shade of pink from my embarrassment at hearing my voice asking for something I want.

Fingers slide inside me, and I feel so full. The manbehind me moves slowly, and the man with his fingers inside my pussy curls them, which makes my eyes roll back in my head.

“Bunny, you are doing so fucking good. I’m going to come all over your back.”

Warm wetness lands on my back in spurts, then a hand rubs the liquid into my skin. I feel powerful, wanted, and not like my normal self. Being claimed by these masked men, even for a short time, feels so good.

My body shakes uncontrollably, my legs want to close, and a sensation I have never felt before hits me hard. Liquid shoots out of me and tears spring to my eyes as I worry about how grossed out they must be.

None of them speak or react to it, that I can tell, and I’m shocked. My thighs are soaked, and no doubt so is the bed. The man still thrusting into my ass squeezes my hips as his movements grow jerky, then he stills behind me with a grunt.

These three masked men are ruining me in all the best ways.

The thought of this being over has my heart sinking. I’ve come to the realization that I won’t be able to find someone like this in real life. It’s not possible for someone like me.

Chapter Eight

Zac

I have been a little skeptical about this entire thing. Jace needs a woman’s touch—he craves it—and though both Micah and I are fine without it, if we are both honest, we would like it as well. However, adding a fourth is complicated, as we rarely take time off work and women like quality time, but the whole hearts-and-flowers shit isn’t me.

It’s been no secret that Micah has a thing for his stepsister. It’s also no secret why he has kept us away, or more so Jace, who wears his damn heart on his sleeve.

Watching Jace take charge does things to me.He normally isn’t so dominant in the bedroom with Micah and me—it’s a whole new side to him, and I like it.

I have no issues sharing Micah and Jace with each other, but adding a woman is different. I thought I would get jealous, that a woman would take away all their attention, but I’m not as opposed to it as I once was. With the one-night stands we have shared, I always knew they would be gone once we were done, but now Jace wants something more permanent, and I wonder where I’ll fit in that scenario. I probably want a woman’s touch the least, don’t like romance, and hate the expectation of having to remember to always put their needs first. I’m a selfish bastard and the guys know what to expect. The PDA the other night with Micah was all about staking my claim on my man because I am sick of him thinking he can hide us from his family. He isn’t in the closet or ashamed of us, that much I know. Yet he’s told us about his family and how stuck in their ways they are. It’s clear he doesn’t want the fuss of having to explain himself, and I get that.

“How long are we going to do this mask shit for?” I ask Jace as he walks out of the en suite, wrapped in a towel.

It isn’t his normal style—that guy is naked more than any person should be. He smirks at me and steps closer.

I part my legs so he can step between them, thengrab the top of his towel, untwisting it so it drops to the floor. His cock springs free, already rock hard. I lick my lips and my mouth waters at the perfection before me.

His hands rest on my shoulders as I wrap my palm around him, pumping his length a few times before I lean in and close my lips around the head, sucking him into my mouth.

“Oh fuck, what did I do to deserve this?”

I pop off and smirk. “I’m reminding you who you belong to. In case you get lost in thoughts of her pussy.”

Jace chuckles and moves one of his hands to twist his fingers in my hair, ripping my head back. “I know who I belong to, Zac. I have ‘Property of Zac’ tattooed on my right ass cheek and your teeth marks as well.”

I snort. He lost that bet fair and square.

“Just admit she has a nice pussy, and you want to drown in it as well.”

He isn’t wrong; she does have a nice pussy. Fuck, she has a nice everything. I want to bite her and leave my mark. Everyone has weird kinks, and fuck, I love seeing my bite marks tattooed on my men. Micah’s is on his right shoulder blade, and if I had to pick a spot for Willow, it would be on her hip. The thought alone has me almost coming in my pants.

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