Page 40 of Save Me
“Come to me,” I murmur, and his eyes flash. He drops to all fours and crawls over, the muscles in his back and arms powerful as he makes his way over to me slowly.
When he reaches me, Quen’s tongue flicks out again, tasting me, teasing me open under his skilled touch, and I arch into him, a wordless plea for more. His chuckle vibrates against my skin, and I shudder with need. Callum’s heat sears through me as he presses his chest against me. His lips find my neck, teeth grazing lightly before sucking a patch of skin into his mouth, marking me as his with a possessiveness that sends tingles over my skin. Harry strokes himself as he continues to suck on me.
Thayer slides his hands up my thigh, pulling my legs further apart, exposing me further to Quen’s relentless mouth. I’m spread wide, open and vulnerable to their gaze and touch. My nerves are alight with an electric current that only they can sate.
Harry lefts his head from my breasts and rises, his cock nudging at my lips. “Open for me,” he breathes out, a command laced with dark desire. I oblige, letting him slip into the warmth of my mouth as I swirl my tongue around him, tasting his pre cum.
Callum groans behind me before he cups my breasts, pinching my nipples roughly. Quen’s fingers replace his mouth, and he slips one inside me alongside his tongue. A muffled cry escapes me at the sensation.
“Two at a time, baby girl,” Thayer murmurs, handing something to Callum.
He rips open the condom and rolls it over his cock, as Quen and Harry step back. Thayer positions me on the bed on all fours, his cool fingers coated with lube press against my rear hole.
“Cal is going to fuck your ass while I take your pussy at the same time, baby girl. Can you handle that?”
Gasping with surprise and want, I moan and nod, not only wanting it but needing it more than anything.
Thayer moves away and lies down on the bed. Callum’s hands steady me as I climb onto Thayer. Cal aligns himself at my ass, pushing in. The stretch is intense, a burn that blurs the line between pleasure and pain, and I know this is what I need from them. To be claimed this way, utterly and completely.
Thayer slides into my pussy slowly, his girth filling me in a different way than Callum, yet just as completely. The push-pull of their movements rocks me between them, a vessel of their combined possession. Their rhythm builds steadily, each thrust deeper, harder than the last. Every time Callum pulls back, Thayer drives in. My mind spirals into a haze of lust.
Harry takes my hand and guides it to his dick, still wet from my mouth. “Work me,” he murmurs. I stroke him with the same rhythm that’s taking me apart from the inside out.
Quen watches us intently, his arousal evident as he strokes himself leisurely as he positions himself at my mouth. I suck him deep, taking three cocks all at once.
A switch flips inside me, and I’m lost to them.
Callum leans over me, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re ours, Vogue,” he growls, the sound vibrating through me. “Forever. You’re never getting away from us.”
I can only moan around Quen’s cock as everything tightens and coils within me. Thayer’s grip on my hips becomes almost painful in its intensity.
The tension spirals tighter until it snaps. My orgasm crashes over me in waves that blot out thought, time, everything but them and their touch. My pussy clamps down on Thayer as I cry out around Quen’s cock.
Within seconds, Thayer follows with a deep groan, filling me as Callum pounds into my ass. I know he’s worn the condom so he can dive into my pussy afterwards, I can’t fucking wait.I lift off Thayer’s cock slowly, giving Callum the go-ahead. He withdraws from my ass and rips the condom off before plunging into my dripping pussy with a groan that makes my clit twitch again already.
“Can you take two of us in your cunt, princess?” Harry asks.
“Yes,” I pant. “Fuck, yes.”
After a bit of swapping about, Harry is under me and stuffing his engorged cock into my pussy alongside Callum’s.
I scream as the pleasure is overwhelming, a double fullness that stretches me in ways I didn’t know were possible. The two of them move together, a perfectly coordinated dance of thrusts that sends jolts of ecstasy spiralling through my every nerve ending. Their hands roam over my body, claiming every inch of me as theirs.
Quen’s hand finds my chin and tilts my head up, his eyes burning into mine. “Look at me,” he commands, and I can’t look away as he strokes himself harder. “Fuck, you’re beautiful stuffed with cock, little kitty.”
I moan in response to his words as his hand goes around my throat, tightening enough to choke me,
Underneath me, Harry grunts. “Fuck, yes.” He comes hard, thrusting up into me as he pumps his cum out.
His release triggers Callum’s orgasm moments later. He growls as he unloads, but he’s gone even before I’m full of his cum, replaced by his twin, who takes me from the two men and lays me down on my back. He looms over me, his cock ready to take me. I’m exhausted, but the sight of Quentin’s predatory look rekindles a fire inside me. He enters me with a single, swift motion that robs me of breath. My body welcomes him, already slick with the others’ cum. The sheets are a mess beneath us.
Quentin sets a punishing pace, his thrusts forceful and deep. “Mine.”
I can’t form words anymore; it’s all too much—the pleasure, the heat, the ownership. Their presence consumes me until I’m nothing but sensation and need. Each stroke is a claim, and each touch is a brand.
My next orgasm builds quickly under Quentin’s relentless pursuit. It swells, unstoppable and fierce, before thundering through me, sweeping me away in its current until I drown in ecstasy.
Quentin follows soon after with a low snarl, emptying himself into me as if he could imprint his essence onto my very soul.
