by L. A. Boruff
“It’s a Hufflepuff costume!” He grinned at me, wicked and amused.
“At Hogwarts School of Whorecraft,” I muttered. “What in the world made you think I would wear something like this, and why in God’s name would you ever want me to?” I winced at the idea of what I would have looked like in that.
Hard hands wrapped around my hips pulled me back into Troy’s tight, hot body. “Enough of that.” The command was emphatic and low. “We think you are absolutely gorgeous. You would think all the time we spent worshipping your body would prove that to you.” Max’s blue eyes darkened, turning steel rather than sky as he nodded his agreement, all humor gone. Alex stepped up beside Max, lifting my chin back up as I tried to avoid their stares.
“Your lush curves and silken skin are a sweet, hot, feast for the three of us.” His grip stayed solid, forcing my gaze to meet his. “Apparently, we’re not doing enough to show you that.” I began to give my objections, only to be cut off by Troy’s hand collaring my throat. I gasped and murmured, enjoying the way he was handling me.
“No talking tonight, Emmie.” His hand tugged at my skirt, freeing it from the golden belt and tugging it down my legs. “Save the words for the books. Feel us. Watch us. See what you do to our bodies. Enjoy what we do to yours.” Troy released the belt next as Alex let go of my chin and reached up to pull the headband from my hair. Max shrugged his shoulders, dropping his cloak heedlessly to the floor, the scraps of fabric following it as he stepped forward and removed my now empty glass from my hands.
Alex’s gaze nearly scorched me, the electric blue brilliant as he leaned in to lick and nip at my ear and the curve of my jaw, his hands going up the corseted top. “You’re beautiful, Emily.” A hard tug, and the top rent down the front. I groaned as he filled his hands with my breasts through the thin fabric of my t-shirt, squeezing and shaping them now that they were free from the binding top.
“Bedroom?” Max’s words were a murmur, and the others rumbled their agreement. Troy released his hand from my throat, and I wanted to whimper as he pulled away. I had enjoyed the commanding way he’d held me. I squealed, windmilling my arms as he scooped me up and strode with purposeful steps towards my bedroom.
“You’ll put my eye out doing that,” he warned.
“Your eye, what about your back? Or my back?” I screeched the words, grasping at his shoulder in an attempt not to fall. He paused for a moment before one, two, three stinging blows landed in quick succession on my ass. I could only gape as the sting turned to heat. “You spanked me!” The shocked words tumbled from my lips as he took the remaining steps into my bedroom and dropped me onto my bed.
“I played football, Emmie,” Troy reminded me. Reaching back to grab his shirt at the neck, he pulled the thin cotton over his head to reveal his bare torso. Even in the dim light from the hall, I could see his hard, defined chest, each muscle sculpted from iron and carved into his skin, from his pecs to the sharp plane of his abdomen and the bulging of his biceps as he flexed them. “I still coach football. I’m in that gym every damn day. Do you really think I can’t carry you?” Alex stepped in next, flipping on the light to highlight Troy’s body even more, as Alex and Max stripped off their shirts.
I groaned at the sight of all three of them side by side, enjoying the subtle differences. Max was leaner than the other two, a swimmer’s body rather than Troy’s muscled bulk. Alex was in between the two, his build solid and defined but no less gorgeous.
“I haul these two to the gym with me. They let me beat the crap out of them so that I can train to wear out my players. Do you really think that any of us are incapable of picking you up and carrying you the fifty feet to your bed?”
I tried to get my tongue back into my mouth so that I could form words--any words. I knew what they wanted to hear, and if it got those sexy bodies into my bed, I would say what they wanted. Although yes, I did think them incapable of doing that without bodily injury of some type, possibly even injury to my body. Troy must have seen the doubt flash across my face because he arched a brow, his lips thinning as he studied me.
“Take the rest off, Emily.” Alex’s command was warm, yet held a note of steel. I reached for my shirt, pausing with my hands on the hem as I waited for him to flip the glaring overhead fluorescents back off like we always did.
“Not tonight, Emmie.” Troy shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest. I was enthralled for a moment, watching the way his biceps bulged and the way he smirked at the direction of my gaze.
“Seriously?” I was starting to get a little irritated. “I want you. All of you.” I licked my lips, biting down gently as I slid my finger down the collar of my v-neck, dipping in to stroke across my heated skin and smiling when Max groaned in response.
“You won’t tease us out of it tonight.” Alex smiled but didn’t make a move. “We want to see all of you. Taste all of you.” He licked his tongue over his lips at that, and it was my turn to groan. “We’ve allowed it in the past, but not tonight. Tonight we’re going to taste and touch every inch of you and make you scream in our arms.” I was nearly panting at that image. I bit my lip again, considering for a moment, watching as Troy uncrossed his arms and slid his hands down his abdomen to his belt. He flicked the clasp so that he could pull it free with a hiss.
“A layer from you is a layer from us.” Troy’s husky voice held a promise as he watched. “You want us, we’re doing it our way tonight.” He folded the belt over, whipping it into his palm with a resounding crack.
“Fuck it.” I slid my leggings free and let my shirt fall across my hips as I twisted my legs underneath me so that I could sit up onto my knees. I arched an eyebrow in challenge and Troy growled. He slowly unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down the zipper, and yanked them over his hips. I groaned, my mouth watering as he bared himself to me. He had apparently decided Halloween was the night to go commando, and I could fully get behind that idea. He was already hard as he grasped himself, slightly pumping as he thrust his hips into his hand.
“Now the shirt.” His voice was thick despite the command in it. Alex and Max were taking their cues from Troy, and I paused to watch them strip off the next layer as well. Alex’s jeans revealed his hard length, his blue boxers barely containing him. Max had to peel himself out of the leather, and I couldn’t stop the hum of approval that fell from my lips as I watched him shimmy the tight pants down his legs, my hands reaching up to cup my breasts.
A snap of the belt had me turning my attention back to Troy; his glare focused on my hands. “This is about us pleasuring you, not you pleasuring you. The hands. Drop them.” I paused for a moment, mulling it over. He’d taken the lead some in the past, but he and Alex were both in an extremely commanding mood tonight. I squeezed again, seeing what he would do. Troy and Alex were on me in a flash. Alex raised my face up to his and held me firmly, and Troy grabbed my hands, pulling them behind me.
“He gave you an order, Emily.” Alex’s voice was velvet coated steel, and I shivered as he stroked a finger down my throat before he hooked it into my shirt. “You need to listen.” He softened for a moment, brushing a kiss over my lips. “We will test your limits, but you say stop, and it stops.” His eyes searched mine and I nodded my assent, leaning up to try and capture his mouth again. Two sharp swats hit my ass and I hissed, turning to glare at Troy.
“Why do you keep spanking me?” I let the heat the swats left on my skin wash over me, enjoying the way they turned to warmth.
“Because you aren’t listening. Because I enjoy it. Because you enjoy it.” I stuck my tongue out at him but didn’t object to his statement.
Alex caught my chin, turning my face towards him and kissing me deeply, sliding his tongue over mine until I groaned. “Don’t sport it unless you’re going to use it,” he warned. I felt something wrap around my wrists and froze for a second before melting into another of Alex’s kisses. A moment later, I felt the tug as he shredded my shirt down the front.
“What the hell is with rip
ping my clothes?” I broke my mouth apart from his to complain as I looked down at the shreds of my t-shirt. “I don’t have an endless supply you know.” I yanked on my hands but they wouldn’t move, and I glanced back to see Troy’s belt clasping them together.
“Hurt at all?” he asked, sliding a finger between the belt and my wrists to check the fit.
“No,” I admitted, my breath coming in pants now.
Max moved to my side, his grin wicked as he joined his friends in trussing me up for their pleasure. I hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath the t-shirt, and I was completely bared to their gazes with the exception of my panties. He cupped my breasts, squeezing and molding, flicking his fingers over my nipples then rubbing with his palms. I writhed under his touch, enjoying the sensation as he tugged. Alex’s hands found the waistband of my panties and pulled. With the belt binding my wrists, I was forced to lean back into Troy’s hold, letting him balance my weight as Alex slid my panties down to my knees, adjusting my legs from underneath me so that he could slip them off entirely.
“So damn beautiful.” Max’s words were a murmur as he looked his fill. I twitched, trying to move my arms forward to cover myself some, but the belt held me tight.
“No, Emmie.” Troy’s words were a hot whisper in my ear as he curled his tongue around the shell, licking down to bite at the hollow below my ear. “You’re not covering up today. We’re going to enjoy every gorgeous inch of you over and over again.”
Alex’s sweet grin took on a twisted edge as he pushed my legs wider, sliding my knees up to expose me fully to them before leaning down to grasp one of my nipples in his mouth. He suckled hard and flicked the tip with his tongue as I squirmed.
Max’s mouth descended on my other breast, his movements harder and sharper, little nips covering the curve of it before he sucked hard, taking most of me into his mouth and then repeating the nips on hot, sensitive skin. I groaned and arched under the dual sensations before Troy’s mouth closed over the nape of my neck, biting hard and then licking to soothe the sting.
“You’re stunning, Emmie. All this creamy skin, so sweet under my tongue.” He nipped again, laving away the sting as he continued to balance me. I gasped, arching my neck to give him better access, and he chuckled. I pulled again at my arms, wanting to cup Alex’s and Max’s heads and pull them tighter against my breasts. Wanting to stroke my hands over steely muscle and hot flesh, to rid them of the rest of their clothing until they were as exposed as I was. I could feel Troy’s hard cock pressing into my spine where he held me, and I pushed back against him, enjoying his skin on mine.
Alex released my nipple with another flick of his tongue and licked down the curve of my breast to nip and lick at the sensitive underside. His fingers slid up my thigh, brushing over me gently, teasing as I arched my hips in offering to him. His dark hair caught the light as he continued to drive me wild with tiny flicks of his tongue and soft brushes of his fingertips across my inner thigh.
“Touch me, please, someone!” The plea fell from my lip as Troy ground against me.
“We are touching you, Emmie.” Troy’s husky voice was in my ear again. “All three off us have our mouths on your sexy body.”
Max’s fingers skimmed up my other thigh, a mimic of Alex’s as he brushed higher only to trail up and circle my stomach. I felt my muscles tighten as I tried to pull away, directing his hand back down where I needed it instead. Troy’s grip tightened, and Max paused for a moment but continued his teasing.
“We love your body, Em.” Max’s voice was soft as he spoke, slightly muffled as he pressed his face against the side of my breast, watching the play of his fingers, Troy’s massaging my hips, Alex teasing my thighs. “Every soft, silky, inch of it.”
Alex teased his fingers along my outer edge as Max’s hot mouth returned to lave my nipple again and again. I squirmed under their ministrations, and Troy leaned me fully against him, reaching around me to shape and squeeze my breasts, presenting them to Max’s eager mouth. I squirmed but it was futile, they were playing me at their own speed, unhurried by my desperate motions and my pleading moans. Troy’s hot mouth returned to my neck, his tongue and teeth leisurely exploring, not missing an inch as he worked me over again and again.
Suddenly, Alex plunged two fingers inside of me and I gasped, trying to thrust my hips up against his hand and unable to gain the leverage I needed to fuck myself against his fingers. “So wet for us,” he murmured, his movements slow as he thrust his fingers in and out of me, stretching me before pulling back to tease me all over again. Troy pressed harder against my back, rubbing his hard length up and down my spine and over my ass repeatedly.
“Fuck me, please. I need to cum.” I was too wound up to care that I was begging. I just needed to feel them, any of them.
“Oh, we will.” Max’s grin was devious as he looked up at me, his tongue flicking out to curl around my nipple. “We’ll fuck you again and again until you’re boneless in our arms.” I groaned at the image he painted for me. His eyes never leaving mine, Max trailed his tongue down my breast, across my rib cage and down to my stomach. I froze for a moment, but Alex slid his fingers back into me and I was lost to sensation as he pushed them deep, rubbing his thumb across my clit with every motion.
“Oh!” My eyes flew open as Max’s hot tongue landed on my clit, circling and darting with little licks. I moaned at the dual sensation of Alex’s fingers in me and Max’s tongue on me. I tossed my head back, letting it land on Troy’s shoulder, squeezing my eyes shut again as he chuckled.
“Feel good?” I could only nod, panting hard. “I seem to remember you liked it when I fucked you with my tongue as well.” I whimpered. Oh, I had definitely liked it when he’d done that. Alex pulled his fingers from inside of me, and part of me wanted to complain, but I hoped Max would follow through with Troy’s hint and use his tongue on me instead.
“Watch them, Emmie. Open your eyes and watch them enjoy you.” Troy’s command was steel, and I was helpless to do anything but obey. Max knelt at my side as he suckled my clit, light flicks of his tongue causing me to shiver with pleasure. Alex pushed my heels backward, forcing my legs up against my body and opening me entirely to their ministrations.
“Gorgeous, Emily. Wonder Woman was a good pick. You’re a damn goddess.” Alex’s husky murmur had me writhing as he looked his fill of Max pleasuring me. “I think we can make you moan some more though.” The gleam in his eyes was positively devilish, and my breath caught as he stroked a finger over my folds. His grin was wicked as he laid down flat on his stomach and his mouth joined Max’s. Now I had two tongues on me--sucking, licking, circling my clit. I nearly screamed as Alex thrust his tongue inside of me, swirling it and fucking me in smooth, even movements.
Troy bit down at the juncture of my throat and shoulder, sucking hard. He pulled away to study the mark, a satisfied rumble leaving his chest. “See how much they’re enjoying you.” He licked over the brand he had left on me. “How badly we all want you. How goddamn sexy you are.” He bit again, the combination of the stinging bite and gentle tongues making me arch and groan. I was so damn close.
Alex pulled back, his fingers replacing his tongue as he fucked me hard. “You taste so damn good. Salty sweet.” He claimed my mouth, stroking his tongue over mine so that I could taste myself on him as he added another finger, stretching me. His lips released mine as he pulled his fingers from me, and Max leaned across my thigh to take his place, thrusting his tongue into me to combat the hollow, empty sensation of no longer being filled, growling his pleasure as he sucked hard enough I saw stars. One by one, Alex slipped his fingers into his mouth, cleaning my juices from each one, and I could only moan at how erotic that sight was.
“You like that, hm?” Troy’s husky voice asked. “You better believe we do. It’s sexy as
hell to watch them pleasure you, to know how you taste and watch them enjoy your flavor.” Alex slid to my other side, leaning across me to to suckle my clit this time, and, ever so ligh
tly, he bit down, lashing my clit with his tongue as Troy squeezed my nipples and Max’s tongue swirled inside of me.
“Yes!” I came hard, my hips bucking into their seeking mouths, my abdomen tightening hard as wave after of wave of pleasure washed over me. I fell back against Troy, utterly breathless, my body still spasming. Max and Alex pulled back, both their mouths glistening, satisfied grins on their faces.
“Alex, lie down flat,” Troy ordered. He pushed the words out through gritted teeth, his cock throbbing hard against my back. I knew he had to be close. Alex stripped his boxers off, and I moaned at the sight of him fully bare, his cock thick and hard, the head wet with precum. “Condoms? Lube?” Troy bit the husky words out as he continued to cradle me.
“Dresser drawer. Top.” My words were slightly slurred now, still riding the endorphin wave. Max pulled the drawer open, rifling through the contents until he came up with a handful of condoms and a small bottle of lube I had hidden in my socks, and he tossed them to Alex. Alex laid across the bed without hesitation, sliding on the condom in a smooth movement.
“Trust us, okay?” Troy whispered in my ear. I could only nod, my body still on fire with pleasure. He guided me over Alex and I didn’t hesitate this time, despite my body being on display and my weight placed on him. I straddled him, letting Troy guide me as my hands were still bound and unable to help me balance. “Max, balance her shoulders,” Troy growled. I gasped, pulling at the binding on my hands. I wanted to touch them. Troy only chuckled. Alex angled me and, with a single, smooth motion, he thrust all the way inside of me; I cried out at the burn. God that felt so good. Alex moaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he thrust into me to the hilt. Max and Troy echoed their friend, their gazes intent on where Alex and I joined. Max wrapped one hand around my rib cage and placed one hand on my shoulder, providing a counterbalance from where my arms were bound, allowing me to rock slightly on Alex who growled his approval at the grinding motion.
