Page 45 of Poisoning Ivy
I don't open my eyes to look at either of them as the orgasm ebbs away, though pleasure remains with each hit of Theo's cock deep inside me. When he presses a hand against my stomach and drives into me harder still, tears roll down my cheeks at the overload of pleasure, the pressure too much. A hand skates against my stomach, heading south. I begin to shake my head, telling them I can't take any more stimulation, but it's a wasted effort.
The sudden buzz makes me tense, but I only have a second to question it before something descends on me, sending waves of pleasure throughout me.
"Oh God," I gasp, feeling my sanity slipping away as my brain turns off, focusing on a singular need to reign in that pleasure. "No more."
"You're not done coming yet." Killian chuckles darkly, and I open my eyes to see him leaning over me, pressing some kind of toy to my clit.
"I can't." I gasp, the pleasure turning painful, fiery and all consuming. I'm distantly aware of Theo's thrusts, hard and vicious as he slaps into me over and over again. I don’t know much about sex, but… is he supposed to last this long?
"I want you to come as I fuck you... the whole time."
I could cry at that admission, not because Monty wants to fuck me next, but because I can't imagine coming even once more, let alone more than that.
"Are you on birth control?" Killian demands, drawing my attention away from his friends as panic nips at the center of my stomach.
"No." I moan, shaking my head to try and stave off the pleasure, try to get some freedom from the onslaught. In the back of my mind, I know that we should have discussed this before, and I highly doubt Theo's wearing a condom.
"Hear that, Theo?"
I don't know if Theo didn't hear that or if he just doesn't fucking care, but he doesn't stop, and when I find the strength to open my eyes, he's covered in a sheen of sweat, his hair falling into his eyes as he works his hips against mine, harder, faster, deeper... until he pulls out. At the same time, Killian pulls the toy away, offering me a glorious moment of relief before Theo's hot cum falls upon my stomach. The first two spurts are fast, and I'm too exhausted to be bothered by the feeling of it raining upon my stomach, and then he moves over me further, painting my breasts with ropes of cum that Monty immediately licks up.
It's so fucking lurid and filthy that it makes my stomach twist with something that is decidedly not disgust. I'm sore, aching between the thighs, my clit throbbing, and as Theo milks the last of his cum out onto the canvas of my stomach, I'm oddly proud of myself.
"That cunt is magical." Theo laughs, his lips twitching into a smile as he leans over me, carefully avoiding his mess to place a kiss on my lips. "Goddamn, Tiger Lily. I can't believe we waited this long."
My mouth is opening to say something, but I don't get the chance because hands grip my ankles and then I'm being rolled onto my stomach, my face against the mattress. I don't even have the energy to move it, and I think I may just stay there and take a little nap.
"Hands and knees." Monty demands, tapping the back of my leg to get my attention.
Oh. Fuck.
Obeying him doesn't seem like an option, and even if it was, Monty is the last one I want to disappoint. He's always been the kindest to me, the softest, the sweetest. But there's nothing sweet about the way he lines himself up behind me, his cock brushing against my ass and making me tense, choking on a gasp that brings out a chuckle from him.
"Don't worry, Poison. We're not taking your ass today. You'll be sore enough as it is."
That sounds like a threat, but it's a promise they've already fulfilled. I am sore in the most delicious way, in places that I never would have imagined could feel so fucking good.
I hear the whir as the toy flicks on again and I begin to shake my head immediately, not ready for the onslaught again.
"Just enjoy the pleasure, Bambi." Killian chuckles against my ear, and then he's guiding the toy between my breasts and slipping it between my thighs. The vibrations find my clit faster than I can, and they send brutal shockwaves through me. I'm tensing with one as Monty drives into me, his hand on my shoulder keeping me close and another wrapped around my waist to give him the perfect sort of leverage.
Monty's thrusts are rhythmic and metric from the first, establishing a pace that he sticks to despite my clenching pussy and my efforts to crawl away from him, to dislodge Killian's toy poised below my agonized clit. But there's no escaping any of it, and the brief break between Theo's orgasm and Monty's turn offers me a little bit of a reprieve so it doesn't hurt yet. At least, it doesn't until Killian flicks a button and the buzzing grows louder, the vibrations stronger.
"Fuck!" I scream, clawing at the sheets as the orgasm comes on fast and hard, creeping up my spine and effectively setting it on fire.
I feel like I'm dripping with sweat, sticky with Theo's cum on my skin, tacky against the sheets I dragged myself against. "You're making me hard all over again, Bambi. Keep squirming and I'm going to have to tag in when Monty's done."
There's no fighting the moan that comes from me this time. There's no way to fight any of the series of sounds that come out of me. I become deaf to them, a constant crescendo of noises,moans and groans and screams of pleasure and agony and my fucking mind melting.
Monty said he wanted me to come the entire time he fucked me, and I'm pretty sure he gets his wish, because after the fourth orgasm rips through me, I don't get relief. It just fucking keeps going, never letting me come down from the brutal pleasure which turns rapidly to pain, an ache my body craves as much as it dreads.
Monty slips out of me and covers my back with his cum, hot trails starting at the back of my neck and trailing down to my ass, and Killian holds me hostage to the pleasure through it all, not stopping as Monty swirls his finger through his own cum and spreads it over my puckered ass hole. I clench, trying to keep him out on instinct even as it bears me down on the toy more.
He only coats the ring in his seed, promising that he'll take me there soon, and then he slips out of me and Killian finally gives me the sweetest fucking relief I've needed, pulling the wand away from me and tossing it on the ground without bothering to switch it off. He's buried inside me before I can even fall to my face in the bed, but I don't mind. I welcome his cock, because at least he's not driving me crazy with that torturous orgasm anymore.
I'm about to drop my head into the sheets and let him use me, the way I let him use my throat, but his hand comes around the back of my neck and pulls me against him. His fingers settle on either side of my throat, squeezing just strong enough to dull the fire that raged through my nerves moments before. The gentle pressure increases, and I feel heavy, every one of my limbs dead from the exertion of back to back orgasms. I feel my eyes rolling, feel my lashes fluttering, catch glimpses of Monty and Theo together against the headboard, watching the show.
I'm a fucking ragdoll, held up only by Killian's cock buried deep inside me and his hand on my throat.
