Page 44 of Poisoning Ivy
The fingers that slip inside me go easily, aided by the fact that I'm absolutely dripping. I moan around Killian as he thrusts in, pulling a groan from inside him that makes his abs clench.
"Fuck, Theo." Killian pants, and for one wild moment, jealousy sparks like a live wire in me at the fact he didn't call my name. "Finish her so I can let go."
His motions become a little less coordinated as he thrusts faster, his control slipping as he nears the edge. And then his instructions to Theo make sense, because Theo's fingers inside me curl as he releases my clit to run tight circles around it with his tongue and I feel myself hurtling fast and hard toward the point of no return. My whimpers crescendo in the air as Killian repeatedly takes away my ability to breathe, driving his hips against my face as Monty's teeth capture the same nipple he's been teasing.
"Oh fuck," I whimper, as a warm tingle spreads through my stomach, sparks from the livewire lighting through me. Theo slides his fingers back out, swirls them around me, and then drives them back in, hitting somewhere deep inside me, a place that I'm sure no one has ever touched.
I scream as the pleasure blows me apart, the way I was sure that the gun would when they fucked me with it last year, parts of me getting battered as the orgasm rips me into pieces, sending shockwaves through my toes and down to my fingertips, my body going from hot and heavy to feather light with the release, letting me float for one moment on a breeze.
But it's not over. They don't even let me touch the ground before Killian's fingers tighten painfully against my scalp and hegrinds me against him like he's trying to smother me on him. Given what happened earlier, I'd think that was exactly what he meant to do, but he just buries himself deep as Monty tugs my hair back, opening my throat for Killian to pump his release down it. Hot spurts fall near the back of my tongue, too far back to recognize any sort of taste, and he keeps me hostage against him as his cock twitches, emptying inside me. When it finally begins to slow, after what feels like way too long, he slides out just enough for me to close my throat to swallow down everything he gave me, and then skates back a little, using my tongue to milk himself of every last drop.
"Fuck, Bambi." He groans, stroking a thumb by my mouth and smearing his essence across my lips.
Every part of me is burning, still, the fire raging, rekindled by the absolute look of powerlessness on Killian's face as he came for me, giving himself to me. I let my eyes flutter closed for just a moment, my head rolling against the pillow as I try to take a second to catch my breath, the pleasure that just shattered me into a million pieces already starting to reassemble.
"Uh-uh," Monty chuckles. "We aren't done with you yet, Poison. You've got more to take."
Chapter twenty-three
Ivy
Age Twenty-One
There was a lot more to take, it turns out.
Theo scrambles out of his sleep shorts, and when his cock slips out of his boxers, it's everything I expected from him— long, thick, terrifying. He presses against my entrance, his eyes flicking up to mine. I don't know if he's seeking permission or if he just wants to see my reaction when he forces his way in, coating himself in the slippery proof of my previous orgasm. He goes slow... agonizingly slow, slipping inside just a little and showing great restraint as my body stretches around him. I guess this is what people mean when they say 'just the tip', because that's all that's inside of me, and it's already burning.
"Fuck, Theo," Monty chuckles, pushing up on one hand to get a look at what's going on between my legs. Killian's hand soothes over my cheek as I whimper, the desire for him to fill me as strong as the desire to push him off of me before he can get any further. "You don't have to torture her."
"I'm trying to take it easy on her." Theo groans, his fingers digging into the outside of my thigh. "She's so fucking tight. I can't." He lets go of a strained breath, and I think at first thathe's going to pull back out and abandon me. But then he sinks inside me all at once, burying himself up to the hilt and forcing my body to accommodate him. I lose my breath in the process, something between a gasp and a moan slipping away from me as he fills me entirely, until I think I can feel him in my stomach.
My eyes burn along with the burn down below, but it fades when he pulls out, almost all the way and looks at me with something I don't know how to identify in his gaze.
"You're fucking perfect."
This time when he slides in, it's with more control, and it chases a slow burn of pleasure through me, a warmth that rises behind my navel.
"Fuck." I whimper, unable to help myself. I feel almost nauseous with how full I am, unable to think, to breathe. "I can't..." I shake my head, turning to Monty as Theo takes his time wetting his dick inside of me, growing accustomed to the feel of me. "It's too big."
"You can take it, Poison. Doesn't it feel good?"
It does feel good, but it burns too, and every time he thrusts down, his weight stretches me further and I feel like I'm being split in two. Jesus, either I'm a little bitch or he's a fucking monster. When I don't answer Monty, he snatches my shirt over my head, letting the warm air skim over my tits just a second before his hand does. His hand, and Killian's. They each take a breast in their hands, and then their mouths. Two hot tongues rolling over me sends a zing of pleasure straight to my clit, and I feel myself relaxing, welcoming Theo in deeper, my body easing with whatever magic they're working on me.
"You're my favorite flavor, Poison," Monty whispers, his breath blowing against the flesh he just released from his mouth. "So fucking sweet."
Theo works himself inside me, sliding in and out and building something between us with each movement. My skin is hot,every inch of me burning for them. When Theo arches away from me, my eyes snap open at the abrupt loss of him. But his fingers fall between us instead, and with his cock still inside me, he rubs a circle over my clit, making me stutter out a gasp of uncontained pleasure. My pussy clenches, hips rising of their own accord to seek more of the glorious friction he's offering me.
"You like that, Tiger Lily?" He laughs, and I look up to see him raking his bottom lip between his teeth in an effort to control himself.
"Yes!" I moan shamelessly as his speed increases, stoking the need that consumes every cell in my body. Is this what it must feel like to be an addict, so desperately in need of your release? Is this what Killian feels before he murders someone? If so, I can't blame anyone for their vices, because this sweet pain is the most beautiful and intoxicating thing I can imagine.
"We're taking it easy on you cause it's your first time with all of us," Killian says, drawing my attention to him. His sooty eyelashes are hooded, half-closed with the lust permeating the air.
"I've dreamed so long of sharing you with them," Monty whispers, trailing wet kisses up my neck, to my jaw. "And I have plenty of ideas about how we can all take you together."
The second orgasm comes on faster than the first, spurred on by their wicked promise, and I clench the sheets beneath me as the white heat spreads through me. It wrecks me all at once, and I can feel my pussy convulsing against Theo's cock. He takes that as his sign to proceed without caution and slams back into me before the orgasm has even let up, his hips grinding against mine. I can feel his balls against my ass, and they slap into me with each thrust as he chases his own orgasm with brutal effort, pinning me to the bed with his weight on me.
"Dammit," Monty groans. "I don't know how much more I can take."
