Page 66 of My Crazy Killers
And Dex, he’s staring at my face, watching me react to his movements.
“Harder!” I beg when he continues his slow, torturous pace.
He laughs, his smile wide and a little unhinged. “I see why Sly enjoyed doing this so much now. Keeping you on edge, begging for more… It’s hot.”
“Dex!” I whimper. He’s supposed to be the nice one, giving me what I want. He’s only been going for a few minutes, and I’m already desperate to come. “Please? Let me come?” I beg, trying to give him my best pout.
“Oh damn, I can’t deny you anything,” he grits out, making me smile up at him. That seems to convince him, ashis thrusts double their strength. I’d go flying across the table if it wasn’t for all the hands holding me down.
“Dex!” I cry, my back arching as he moves faster.
“Touch her,” Sly suddenly commands, and Pete and Jagger instantly reach out to tug on my nipples. Jagger’s movements are more caressing and teasing while Pete pinches and flicks.
“Dios mio!” I cry, my back arching as my body tries to squirm away, unsure if this is torture or pleasure.
Sly reaches between Dex and me, pressing his thumb to my clit and rubbing it in slow circles.
“Fuck, baby,” Dex grits out from above me. “You’re so goddamned perfect. I can’t hold back.”
“Don’t,” I whisper back between moans.
“I need you to come,” he tells me just as Sly pinches my clit.
I start to scream out through my release, but Jagger silences me with a kiss. I let him take control, unable to do much but let my body succumb to the orgasm as it rolls through me, lighting up every part of me. Knowing they’re all there, touching me, restraining me, as Dex grunts out his own release, sends me into a second orgasm.
“Fuck,” Dex grits out from above me. “She’s coming again.”
“Lucky bastard,” Pete tells him as my body twitches and convulses under their touch. It feels like it takes forever until all the tension drains from me. My body melts into the table, my eyes closing as I come down from such powerful orgasms.
But that’s the way they always were. I’m not sure if that’s normal, or just the way it is with these men, but I have a feeling it’s the latter.
I think only a few seconds have passed, but I feel like I’m waking up, or dreaming. A warm pressure is building again in my core, and when I try to blindly reach for Dex, I find I can’t move my arms.
I moan, opening my eyes to find Elias biting his lip as he stares down at me, slowly thrusting his hips as he watches me.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks, and I nod, blinking slowly as I try to regain all my senses. Dex had been between my legs a moment ago, but now I find he’s switched places with Elias, holding my leg, now fully dressed.
I guess I was out more than a few seconds. A moan escapes me as Elias starts to thrust harder. “You’re right,” he says, his eyes darting to Pete. “This is pretty fucking hot.”
“Did I fall asleep?” I ask, confused, and he smiles.
“Only for a couple of minutes. Seeing you spread out naked like this, and knowing what you said this morning, I couldn’t resist. You sure you don’t mind being touched when you’re asleep?” He presses in and holds his hips tight to mine, swiveling his hips in a small circle, making me gasp.
“Wren?” he prods when I don’t answer.
“I-I love it,” I admit. And I do. I can’t wait to return the favor.
He grins, looking a little more sinful than his usual charming smile, and he picks up his pace, using his thumb to rub my clit as he works me up again. I’ve lost count of my orgasm count on this boat, let alone today. I’m surprised how much my body can take, but all I have to do is look at them to know why I’m always worked up. Plus, I had over a month's worth of pent-up energy to make up for.
It’s like they’ve broken down my dam, and now I can’tstop the flood. It’s constantly running wild, and only they can help to ease up the pressure. But too long without their help, and my arousal is running wild again.
Elias pinches my nipple, and I gasp, my eyes flying open to look at him. “That’s it, sweetheart, eyes on me. I want to see you when you come for me.”
“Elias,” I groan, as I try to pull my arms free from where they’re being held, wanting to touch him.
“Just lie there and take it, baby,” Dex whispers.
“Feel what he does to you,” Sly adds.
