Page 70 of Save Me
“Such a way with words,” I rasp.
He chuckles darkly and thrusts his tongue into my pussy as Callum leans over to take one of my nipples in his mouth.
The pleasure is a sudden, intense tide, washing over the jagged edges of the day. Harry’s hands are everywhere, stroking the sensitivity of my skin into a frenzy. Thayer, with his wicked grin and even wickeder touch, finds the spots that have me arching off the bed, gasping for more.
I’m drowning in them, in their touches and their presence; it’s all-consuming and raw. My mind shuts off, focusing only on the sensation, on the now. Without the fear and the uncertainty of our world outside this room, there’s just us—the dangerous harmony we’ve found in the chaos.
Callum’s lips trail fire over my breasts as Quentin’s tongue finds a rhythm that has my hips bucking, pressing my pussy closer to his face. Harry’s teeth graze along my collarbone with a possessive bite that leaves me breathless as Thayer’s fingers take over from Quen’s on my clit.
This is what our relationship is built on—trust so deep it allows us to navigate this hazardous life together. It’s in their touch, heavy with promise and protection.
“Tell us what you need,” Callum growls against my nipple, his breath hot and his bites just this side of too rough.
“Everything,” I manage to gasp out, as Quentin replaces his mouth with his fingers, thrusting into me with a precision that makes stars burst behind my eyes.
Harry’s lips find mine in a searing kiss that steals my breath and mingles it with his. Thayer trails kisses down my stomach. The heat of their mouths is dizzying; it’s all-consuming.
I’m the centre of their universe, and they are the gravity that holds me together. My cries fill the room as they drive me toward an ecstasy so intense it threatens to shatter me into a million pieces. My first climax hits, a tidal wave of sensation ripping through me, my pussy clenching around Quen’s fingers.
“Can’t wait,” he says, rising to his knees and grabbing my ankles.
He drags me closer to him, the tip of his cock pressing against my clit before he sinks into me with a force that’s as much a claim as it is a relief. The others don’t pause. Every motion syncs with Quentin’s thrusts.
Callum’s voice is in my ear, a dark promise, “We’re not even close to being done with you.”
I can only whimper in response, my body arcing to meet each of Quentin’s deep strokes. There’s a possessiveness in the way they touch me as if each one is imprinting themselves onto my skin, and I love it—crave it.
Harry trails his fingers down my side, finding the dip of my waist before sliding lower to where Quentin’s cock is buried in my pussy. His touch is electrifying, adding another layer of stimulation that makes my toes curl.
Thayer murmurs something filthy that gets lost in the haze of pleasure. His hands are firm on my thighs, spreading me wider for Quentin, allowing him to plunge even deeper. My senses are overwhelmed; it’s a cascade of desire and need that has no end.
As I spiral into another orgasm, possessively clutching Quen’s cock. He groans and pounds me a few more times before he unloads inside my pussy with an orgasm that won’t quit.
Callum takes over as Quentin moves aside, panting heavily. His blue eyes are dark like pools before a storm. He positionshimself at my pussy and drives into me with an urgency that tells me he’s been holding back, waiting for his moment to completely unravel me.
Harry catches my mouth with his again, swallowing my moans as Callum sets a punishing pace. He’s relentless, each thrust a promise of forever etched in the language of flesh and desire.
I’m lifted up as Cal falls back to the bed, straddling him as I take over, riding him ruthlessly as Thayer moves in behind me. His chest is a solid wall against my spine as he reaches around to pinch and roll my nipples between his fingers. The tension coils tighter within me, like a spring wound up to its breaking point.
“Ready for some doubling up, baby girl?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Now!”
I lean forward on Cal’s chest as Thayer pushes his cock into my already overstuffed pussy.
“Fuck, your cunt is so tight.”
“Are you surprised?” I giggle breathlessly as they start to move, grinding into me with a force that leaves me utterly wrecked and more alive than I’ve ever felt. It’s a dance of power and surrender that has me clinging to the edge. Cal holds onto my hips, guiding me, while Thayer’s hands pinch my nipples, twisting them into hard peaks before sliding down to flick my clit.
The dual sensation is mind-blowing; the stretch and fullness, coupled with their relentless pace, push me to a place where pleasure and pain blur into an exquisite symphony. I’m the instrument they play with skilled hands, manipulating every moan that escapes my throat.
I can feel them both throbbing inside me, each thrust a deeper claim than the last. My body quivers around them, convulsing with a force that has tears pricking at the corners ofmy eyes. The pleasure is almost too much, needing to tear down walls, leaving me exposed in the wake of its power.
Harry rams his engorged cock into my open mouth, fucking my mouth as Thayer and Cal fuck my pussy, stoking the fire higher and higher until I’m ready to spasm again.
Cal and Thayer let out guttural groans as they reach their peaks together, flooding me with their cum that feels like it seeps into my very soul. They slow to a stop, panting heavily, still buried deep inside me as we all catch our breath.
“That ass is now mine,” Harry murmurs, and I pant around his stiff cock. Thayer drives his fingers into my pussy to scoop out cum to lube me with. I shiver as he presses his fingers to my rear hole as Harry continues to fuck my mouth, holding my head in place while he does it.
