Page 68 of Bliss: Part 1
Ashby was less patient. He bumped his cock against her cheek in a teasing way. “Don’t forget about me, sweetheart.”
She pulled off of me with a slick sound, a line of spit connecting her lip to the tip of my cock. Then she turned to Ashby and opened her mouth wider, letting him guide himself in. I watched as her lips sealed tight around him, her jaw adjusting to take him in deeper.
“Goddamn,” Ashby muttered. He had that smug look he always wore, only this time it was probably justified. Bliss worked him slow and steady, hand still stroking me at the same time, wrist flicking just right. She didn’t miss a beat, and she put that pornstar on the TV to shame.
After a few seconds, she came back to me, her mouth warm and hungry as she took me even deeper this time. Her throat flexed around me as I hit the back, and then she pushed through it, taking more. I had to bite down hard on a groan.
I looked around briefly. Rhys had his cock out, stroking himself openly, eyes locked on Bliss like he was starving. Dash was still on the couch, arms resting on his knees, but the intensity in his stare was borderline dangerous. I thought he might sit this out. But then he stood, stepped closer, and lowered himself beside her.
He touched her chin gently, waiting until she looked up at him.
She did, with my cock still in her mouth, cheeks hollowed, eyes flicking to Dash with this look of complete, unshakable devotion.
“Come on, baby,” Dash said quietly. “Don’t leave me out.”
She let me slip free from her mouth with a wet pop, turned toward Dash without hesitation, and opened up again. He slid in, and she took him fast, as if she was making up for lost time. Meanwhile, her hands stayed busy. One on me, the other now trailing over Ashby’s thigh. Her rhythm never faltered. She was a damn pro.
She was fully into it now. You could see it in the way she gripped Dash’s hips tighter, the way she moaned around his length, especially when he pushed deep enough to hit the back of her throat. The way she moved from one of us to the next, giving each of us her full attention was so damn graceful.
Rhys was the last to step in. He came closer, cupped the back of her head, and Dash eased out so she could turn to him. She didn’t rush it this time. Instead, she ran her tongue slowly along his shaft from the bottom all the way to the tip, deliberate and thorough. Then she wrapped her lips around the head, sucking him in, her tongue swirling over that sensitive ridge. Rhys shuddered and let out a breath, his hand tightening in her hair.
After that, it was like we fell into a rhythm. We took turns, passing her back and forth, one after the other. She never stopped moving, never slowed down, her mouth switching from cock to cock like she was made for this. Sometimes two of us crowded in at once, and she’d do her best to take both with her lips stretched wide, jaw working hard, spit dripping down her chin and onto her chest.
It went on like that for a while. Us taking turns, her mouth moving between us without pause, until the tension started building too high to ignore. You could feel it in the air, heavy and electric, like we were all teetering on the edge at the same time.
Eventually, none of us could hold back anymore.
Bliss settled down in the center of the room, kneeling with her knees spread slightly apart, her spine straight, her hands resting on her thighs. Her head tilted back just enough, lips parted, tongue out, eyes watching us. She knew what was coming, and she wanted it.
We stood around her, cocks in hand, each of us working ourselves up to that final moment. There was no shame in it, and she’d take it with no hesitation. The sounds of our fists stroking, breaths getting louder, grunts and low curses filled the room as the pressure reached its peak.
One by one, we lost it.
Hot streaks of cum landed across her face, her cheeks, her tongue, her chest. It went everywhere. She didn’t flinch. Just moaned softly, like she could feel it inside her even though we weren’t fucking her. Her eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling just a little, like the release itself got her off.
She looked completely wrecked and totally blissed out, covered in all of us, and clearly loving every second of it. The attention, the mess, the fact that we all came for her, on her. And judging by the groans and sharp exhales coming from each of us, it hit just as hard for us. Maybe even harder. There was something about watching her take it all, sitting there like she was made for it, that pushed it into another level.
Twenty-One
Bliss
It was too much.
Even if I looked calm on the outside, inside, everything was falling apart. I had pushed myself past something, past a line I didn’t fully know existed until it was too late.
I didn’t hate what they did to me. That wasn’t the problem. I loved them. All of them. And I wanted them to have me the way they liked. That part wasn’t fake. I meant it when I said I was theirs. I wanted to make them feel good. And I did. The way they moaned, the way they touched me, the way they looked at me while I sucked them off, it was obvious they enjoyed it, that it meant something to them. The cock-sucking wasn’t the part that got to me. I actually liked that. I was good at it, and I was proud of that.
But when they came all over me, when I felt their cum dripping down my face, my chest, my stomach…something shifted inside me. I felt disgusting. I felt like a fucking slut. Not in the fun, playful way. Not in the way that turned me on. It was different. I felt used, even though I’d volunteered myself for it. I’d offered it, and they took it. They weren’t cruel. They weren’t careless. But still, I felt…wrong. Coated in something I didn’t know how to wash off.
A lump started forming in my throat, heavy and thick, and I tried to swallow it down. Tried to pretend it wasn’t there. But the second I looked up at Tripp it all hit me at once. My vision blurred. My eyes watered. I didn’t want to cry, not in front of them. I knew what it would do to them. They’d blame themselves. They’d think they hurt me, when really, it wasn’t their fault at all.
It was mine.
God, why the hell did I think I was ready for this? Why did I tell myself I could handle something so intense? I wasn’t a porn star. I wasn’t that woman on the TV screen, taking eight guys at once, smiling as each one stepped up and used her. She looked like she could take anything. Like nothing touched her. Maybe she was just better at disconnecting her emotions, or maybe she had a damn good therapist on speed dial.
Whatever her secret was, I clearly didn’t have it.
I wasn’t made for this. At least not yet. I was still figuring myself out. Still trying to understand what I could and couldn’t take. I thought I had boundaries, and I thought I knew them. But I was wrong. I had no clue how far I could actually go. And now here I was, on the other side of a line I crossed without a second thought.
