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Of course that’s the game.
What assholes.
And yet it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done.
It becomes a battle of wits. While Caspian fucks my throat, Asher and Finn do everything they can to bring me to orgasm with light touches, kisses, and more. I battle back and forth in my mind between giving in to the delicious pleasure and holding out to show that I can.
It doesn’t stop when Caspian orgasms down my throat and keeps his cock buried deep in my mouth for a few long seconds, denying me air. When he pulls free, the rush of air and Finn’s tongue nearly tip me over the edge, and it takes all my control to hold back. They switch places and Caspian’s longer hair tickles my breast as he takes over teasing my nipples. Asher moves between my legs and Finn stands over me, his cock ready.
“Think you can last?” he smirks.
I glare up at him and stubbornly open my mouth. Finn’s cock is longer than Caspian’s but slimmer. He slides deep and the stretch of my jaw doesn’t ache as much. Then the game starts again. Finn’s thrusts are shallower and much more controlled than Caspian’s were. That’s what I try to focus on as my body becomes a playground for Asher and Caspian’s mouth and fingers. They touch and tease me everywhere, all while I try to focus on sucking cock.
Finn comes quickly and then it’s Asher’s turn. His cock is the thickest and I choke loudly as he thrusts deep into my throat. The taste of their come mingles together on the back of my tongue but it’s an afterthought now because Finn changes tactics.
Asher thrusts deep, and then Finn and Caspian both press between my legs to eat me out. The toy gets turned up and suddenly, my body is on fire. Sweat slicks my skin, my heart pounds desperately in my ears, and I fight with all my control to keep my orgasm at bay. It’s impossible now to focus on my mouth so I let Asher fuck my throat with all his vigor.
Please don’t come, I scold myself over and over. My hands move to clutch at my breasts and I pinch my nipples, hoping that the pain might pull my orgasm back from the brink. It has the surprising opposite effect, and I moan hungrily around Asher’s cock. That’s enough to bring him over the edge and by the time I drink him down and he pulls free, I’m panting desperately.
“Please!” I cry out as Finn and Caspian’s tongues fight for dominance. “Please l-let me, please…”
“Alright,” comes Finn’s voice somewhere below me. “Come for us, there’s a good girl.”
I finally let go and my climax hits with the force of a bus. For a few long seconds, I’m suspended and unable to breathe, think or move as my pussy pulses and ripples around the greedy toy inside me.
It’s the most intense orgasm of my life, and my body goes weak. My mind is blank.
Holy fucking shit.
“Good girl,” comes their combined voices.
They remain as attentive as always and we end up tangled together in front of the fireplace. Finn gives me water, Caspian massages my back, and Asher does a delicate job of cleaning up all my juices with his tongue.
Then we cuddle together in a nest with me in the middle, watching the roaring flames by the fire.
This … is bliss.
20
EMMA
“Do you sleepwalk?” Finn asks, sliding freshly cooked eggs and two strips of fried bacon onto my plate.
My stomach grumbles at the sight and the sound of the crispy bacon snapping in Asher’s mouth.
“What? Why are you asking me that?” I ask, sprinkling some chili flakes onto my eggs.
“Because I saw you in the kitchen last night, but you didn’t reply to me and then went back to your room,” Finn explains, dishing up his own breakfast. “So I wanted to check.”
“Oh.” Is this the confirmation I’ve been looking for? Missing clothes, the window open, losing my phone, and the shadow in my room that night—was it all because I’m sleepwalking again?
“Yeah,” I say finally. “At least I used to. I guess it’s come back.”
“What has?” Caspian asks as he enters the kitchen, panting from his morning exercise. Sweat gleams across his chest and reflects the warm early sun while he grabs two slices of toast.
“Emma sleepwalks,” Finn explains.
“I didn’t know I was doing it again,” I point out between mouthfuls of egg. “I used to do it a lot when I was younger because I was anxious a lot of the time. Strict parents, y’know? But I grew out of it, though it comes back occasionally in times of high stress.”
