by L. A. Boruff
“Lean forward.” Alex’s eyes were open, that electric blue all-consuming as he stared at me. “Max and Troy have you balanced. Suck Max’s cock, Emily. Let us see you enjoy him.” I nodded enthusiastically before leaning forward, trusting Max and Troy to hold me as I twisted slightly to take Max into my mouth. Max swore, thrusting his hips against my lips as I swirled my tongue over him, playing with him the way he had played with me.
“Little tease,” he murmured, his grip on my ribs tightening. I heard the flick of the lube container and gasped as I felt Troy’s cold finger work its way into my ass. It burned, but it felt incredible at the same time. I held still on Alex, adjusting to the sensation, groaning around Max’s cock as he added another finger. I heard the condom wrapper rip and Troy mutter as he slid it on, slicking his cock with more of the lube.
“Ready for me, Emmie?” He licked over my ear as I thrust back gently against his fingers, getting accustomed to the stretching sensation and the fullness of having Alex’s cock and Troy’s fingers inside of me. I nodded, making Max suck in a breath as I pushed his cock deeper into my mouth.
Troy pulled his fingers from me and slowly pushed against me. I hissed, pulling my mouth from Max’s cock to ensure I didn’t accidentally bite him. Alex groaned underneath me, and I knew he could feel me tightening around him as Troy slid into my ass inch by inch. “Oh, fuck, you’re so damn tight.” His words were soft as he pressed his head into my shoulder, fully in me now. I could only moan at the feeling of being completely full of cock. I needed to move, the heat and pressure intense inside of me, and I rocked slightly, causing both men to groan their response. Max and Troy still held me balanced, and I was entirely at their mercy, unable to steady myself in the slightest in this position.
“Ready?” Max asked, his chest heaving as he watched his friends fuck me.
“Yes, please.” The plea fell from my lip as I leaned forward to swallow him again, sucking hard before pulling back to circle the tip with my tongue, repeating the motion over and over. Slowly, Troy and Alex began a rhythm, pulling out and pushing into me. I groaned with every stroke, feeling so empty and then so full, the burn mild now and only heightening the pleasure. I swallowed again and again, letting the head of Max’s cock pop into my throat, sucking hard and enjoying the way his hands tightened on me.
“Goddamn, your mouth is fucking amazing,” Max panted, pressing his hips forward and pulling back, mimicking the rhythm of the other two. I squirmed in their hold, so full and so damn close again.
“I’m not gonna last. She’s tight as a vice.” Alex gritted out, moving one hand from my hip to my clit, circling and rubbing. That was all it took for me to explode again, crying out as my muscles squeezed hard, fluttering around the hard cocks still inside of me.
“I’m cumming!” Troy bit down on my shoulder, thrusting into me rapidly. Alex followed suit, his thrusts erratic now as he came with a groan.
“Fuck!” Max spat the word, and his cock spasmed as he came all over my tongue repeatedly. He pulled from my mouth, his grip on me the only thing preventing him from stumbling backward. Troy withdrew from me with a hiss, and I heard him toss the condom into the basket by my bed.
“Hurting?” Troy kept his voice gentle as he questioned me and undid the belt, giving me back the use of my hands and removing the shreds of my shirt.
My arms were a little sore, but I honestly did not care. The way he massaged them now felt incredible though. He and Max helped me off of Alex, allowing me to lie down, and I sighed in contentment. Damn, that had felt good. Alex tossed his condom as well and joined us again on the bed, his hands rubbed my feet in time to Troy’s massage of my shoulders; I nearly purred.
“You’re gorgeous, Emmie.” Troy murmured the words as Max came back with my hairbrush. He began untangling the knots that we had just created. “You’re sexy as hell. You’re incredible. Don’t hide from us. Enjoy us like we do you.” Between the orgasms and their ministrations, I was dozing off.
“Happy Halloween, Emily,” Alex whispered, his fingers digging into my toes.
“Told you it was trick or treat,” Max said softly.
“Sleep, Wonder Woman. We’re right here.” Troy’s deep rumble was the last thing I heard before exhaustion claimed me.
About the Author
Quinn lives in Ohio, where the weather can never quite figure out what it’s doing. She is a book devotee, a caffeine addict, an absolute klutz, and a worn out mom. She tries to balance the crazy stories in her head with reality, and sometimes manages to succeed. Please stalk her on Facebook by joining her group for readers called Arthurs’ Assembly.
Ellabee Andrews: Desires of the Flesh
A Bonus Scene from The Wasting
Desires of the Flesh is a short story that occurs within book three of The Revel and Rot Series, The Wasting. This is a never before seen steamy scene, and I’m so glad to have the opportunity to bring back your favorite trio of guys and Kit Kat. I hope you like it! And for those that have not read book three, this scene contains a pretty big spoiler. So, proceed with caution.
“Dammit! How did we miss this many on our first pass through?” Jude says, while he deftly cuts down the Sightless in front him. Their numbers are dwindling, but we were caught completely unprepared to face so many.
“Hell if I know! This is the biggest horde we’ve run across lately, especially now that the weather is getting colder,” Lucas retorts, his exertion from fighting making his breath come out harder.
I don’t contribute to the conversation as we continue to fight, and as much as they’d like for me to stay out of it, it’s not possible. Not since so many have caught us unaware.
A few more minutes go by, and I lose myself in the familiar rhythm of bringing down the Sightless, until eventually they all lie motionless at our feet. No longer plagued to walk the earth undead, they meet their final death.
As I survey the macabre scene around us, I take in Jude and Lucas’ appearance. Both have the black blood of the Sightless splattered here and there, and a quick glance at my own clothes confirms that I do as well.
I hadn’t planned to do any fighting today, as I’d only been out for a stroll when I’d caught the sounds of the Sightless approaching. I’d rushed to tell Jude and Lucas, where they had been slowly making their way around the property securing the fences we’ve built, and had gotten caught in the middle of the fray after I’d issued my warning.
“You alright, Darlin’?” Jude asks, making his way over to stand beside me.
My heartbeat quickens as his gaze sweeps over me–lingering at my breasts–before continuing his silent examination. Once he’s assured himself that I am, in fact, all in one piece, he bends, and captures my mouth in a quick kiss.
“Sweetheart, you should have stayed at the house. Jude and I could have taken care of it,” Lucas says, after he walks up to join us, and like Jude, he scans my body in search of anything amiss. I don’t begrudge them their worry, since I do carry our unborn child. I’m not out here risking myself needlessly, though, as there had been no way for me to make it back to the house without fighting. Not after the Sightless had surrounded us.
After making their displeasure at my fighting known, we start to head back to the house. A quick pace, but manageable.
“Where is everyone?” Jude asks, while we walk into the kitchen, where he turns on the sink to wash his hands.
I step up beside him to do the same, and am once again filled with a deep appreciation for the functioning well. Fighting the Sightless is always a dirty job.
“Eli is hunting, and Sandy and Levi went to take some of the last vegetables to Thomas,” I reply, meticulously scrubbing under my nails and between my fingers.
“So, what I’m hearing is that we have the whole house to ourselves?” Lucas says in a suggestive tone as he reaches both arms around me and starts washing his own hands, leaving no space between us where my back is pressed flush against the front of his body. A body that is quickly making it know
n how appealing he finds the idea of the three of us being alone together.
“What should we do with all this space, then?” Jude asks, but doesn’t wait for an answer as he walks over to the dining room table and begins to clear it off, placing the carved pumpkin, and fake spiders on the counter.
I smile at the simple decorations. We aren’t exactly sure of what month it is, but our pumpkin seeds had grown, and the trees had all changed to an array of reds, golds, and browns, so we are going to treat it as if Halloween is near.
“Hmm . . . . What should we do, indeed?” Lucas adds, his words almost a whisper as they ghost across the exposed skin of my neck, causing a shiver to race down my spine.
As I finish washing my hands, Lucas turns off the water and proceeds to dry them with a towel, taking care to rub the cloth up and down my arms slowly.
“You know, killing all those Sightless has really worked up my appetite. I think I need a snack,” Jude tells us, and I turn in Lucas’s arms to take in the sight of him where he stands at the now empty table, shirt thrown haphazardly onto the floor. It doesn’t bother me, though, not when all those delicious muscles are on display. A shirtless Jude is a sight to behold.
He is the leanest of my three guys, but is by no means puny. He has brown hair and amber eyes that always seem to be smiling. Add in his classic James Dean looks, wide shoulders and a waist that cuts down into a sharp V, as if it’s an arrow pointing to where all the fun is, and he has my body growing hot just staring at him. While all he’s done is remove his shirt.
“What kind of snack are you wanting?” I ask him, playing along, and I feel arousal flare through me in response to his hungry gaze.
Gone is my sweet, funny guy, and in his place, stands a man that is eyeing me like I’m his next meal. One he’s been starved of.
“I’m thinking I want something sweet. Any ideas of where I can find something like that Lucas?” Jude asks, and I squirm a little at his implication.
“Mmm . . . sweet does sound good. I think I’d like a piece, too,” Lucas says, and bites down into the nape of my neck, the soft area that sits right in the dip. A place he knows I very much enjoy for him to tease.
I shudder as his bite turns into a suck, and I feel myself grow wet as he continues to nibble his way down my neck. Jude, unable to resist, also joins us and cups both my breasts in his large hands.
I lean my head back against Lucas’ chest as the two begin to work around each other, a careful dance they’ve perfected, and I immediately respond when Lucas claims my mouth with his own.
The kiss starts slow, but quickly gains momentum, leaving me breathless, but unwilling to stop. Instead, I lean in closer and deepen the kiss, until Lucas slowly pulls away.
The heat I see in his eyes is a match to my own, but my attention is pulled away when I feel a slight pain as Jude bites down on my nipple. The material of my shirt softens the bite, but a sliver of shocking pleasure works through me at the touch, and I gasp in reaction.
A moan escapes me as he continues to tantalize my tender flesh, and at Lucas’ prompting, I raise my arms, allowing him to pull my shirt over my head.
Jude breaks contact for only a second, so that Lucas can remove the offending material, leaving only my push up Hello Kitty bra in place. A grin breaks across Jude’s face at the sight of it, and I realize he must be remembering the first time that he saw it.The day it saved my life.
“You know, Darlin’, as much as I like having the jack-o-lantern decorate the table, there’s a centerpiece that I’d like to see on it more. One that just happens to fill out that little kitty bra very nicely. One wrong move, and I think you may spill over the edges,” Jude tells me in a suggestive tone, and I flush at the emphasis he places on ‘center’. He’s right about the bra, though. With how much my breasts have grown since becoming pregnant, the material strains to hold my them inside, and I know that I won’t be able to wear it much longer. A trip into town for more clothes is becoming more and more necessary.
Through some unspoken agreement, the guys move as a unit, both grabbing a hand, and walking me the short distance to the now empty table, and pulling me away from the stray thoughts of maternity clothes. Though before I can make any moves to sit at the oak table, Jude drops to his knees before me, and places the tips of his fingers into the waistband of my jeans. I move to help him, but Lucas stops me.
“No helping, Sweetheart. Jude prefers to unwrap his own treats. Says it makes them taste better,” Lucas breathes into my ear, taking both my hands into his own, and keeping them at my side.
I wriggle just a little, not to break free, but to test his grip. He sharply catches my ear between his teeth at the rebellious act.
“Uh, Uh, Uh, Sweetheart. It’s not your turn to touch. If you can’t be still, I’ll have to tie you up,” he tells me, and I grind my ass into his hard erection, taking pleasure in the groan that escapes him. Feeling more than a little turned on, I decide to test Lucas’ threat, and see if he really will tie me up. It only takes a few more movements from me before I learn that he isn’t joking at all.
While Jude has begun to slowly shimmy the pants down my hips, revealing the lacey black and white boyshort panties they’d picked out for me on the last run into town. Lucas walks away for a moment, only to return with some rope they’ve had stored in the closet. Moving in to work around where Jude still kneels at my feet, he grabs my hands and slowly begins to wrap the rope gently around my wrists, taking care not to tie it tight enough to hurt.
“I did warn you, Sweetheart. Now we can play without those naughty hands of yours getting in the way,” Lucas adds, as he finishes the knot at my wrists. An experimental tug proves that he’s done a thorough job, and a thrill of excitement shoots through me at the prospect of being completely at their whims. And I gaze at him, letting my eyes slowly wander down the hard lines of his body. Taller and broader than Jude, Lucas is all muscle. With his ice-blue eyes, and jet black hair, I’d been attracted to him since the moment we first met.
When Jude finally reaches my shoes, having taken his time to kiss his way down my thighs, moving only close enough to my center to breathe his hot breath across, but never touching, I’m almost panting with need. It’s enough to pull my gaze away from Lucas and down toward him.
He has to realize what he’s doing with this slow torture, especially combined with Lucas running one hand around my waist, while the other cups my breast. I don’t move my hands from where they are tied at my stomach, though. Not while his mouth is trailing slowly over my neck, leaving me transfixed. The sensations are intoxicating, but I’m a greedy girl, and I want more.
Growing impatient under their skilled, but slow movements, I kick off my shoes, step around Jude, and take a seat on the edge of the table, smiling to myself at my ability to still be disobedient, even while tied up. But the guys don’t seem to mind the gesture, so I decide to take my show a little further.
In an equally bold move, I pretend to be braver than I feel, and I slide my legs open, positioning myself so that the only thing blocking their view is the thin piece of fabric that comprises the lacy bottoms, and the Hello Kitty bra that holds my breasts up, placing them proudly on display for their eyes to devour.
There’s an auditory gulp at the action and the image I must present, and Jude moves forward first, proving he has the least restraint of the two. Lucas doesn’t resist much longer, though, and before I can even blink, hands and mouths fall upon my body, licking and sucking at my exposed skin like starving men.
With my eyes closed, relishing in the tantalizing feel of their lips on my flesh, I don’t see who takes the hem of my boyshorts, lifts my hips up slightly, and pulls them off in one swift motion, leaving me exposed before them, or who pushes the bra up, allowing my breasts to fall out of the–too small–cups.
Insecurities about my growing stomach try to rise then, but I shove them down, as I allow them to take in my sex that is slick from my eagerness for them. This only lasts for a moment though
, before a mouth replaces my mysteriously missing panties, and begins to slowly, almost lazily lick along my folds.
When Jude leans over where my head rests against the cool wood of the table top, the question of who’s between my legs, circling their tongue over my sensitive nerves, is answered. Rather than take my mouth with his, like I think he will, he instead climbs onto the table with me, and smoothly slides one leg over my body, leaving him straddling my chest, pushing my bound arms up over my head.
“God, you’re mouth is perfect. I dream about you wrapping those plump lips around me as I ride your face every night . . .,” he says, and my eyes widen at the confession. He only laughs at my response, and then leans down and places a soft kiss on my cheek. “But only if you’d want to that is. I’ll never do anything you aren’t comfortable with,” he adds in a softer tone, and I know he means it.
If there is one thing I’ll never doubt or second guess about my guys, it is that they would never pressure me to do something I don’t want to do. They just aren’t like that. So, in the face of his confession, I decide to be honest as well, and lick my bottom lip for effect, before replying.
“Well, in that case, why don’t you unzip your pants?” I ask, and get the full effect of that megawatt smile. A smile I’d climb mountains to see.
I hadn’t forgotten Lucas is between my legs during my back and forth with Jude, but I haven’t been giving him my full attention, either. He makes sure to remind me of his presence however, by pushing a finger deep inside of me while biting my inner thigh. The combination feels so good that I gasp.
