27 - Bermuda Triangle

"What Is Love? I have met in the streets a very poor young man who was in love. His hat was old, his coat worn, the water passed through his shoes and the stars through his soul"

― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

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Ashton and Xerxes's lips moved up and down my neck in soft and rough kisses with some mean nibbles and their large hands were inside my t-shirt, grabbing my breasts as Zavier kissed on my inner thighs softly, holding me open easily with his broad shoulders. He was not touching me where I wanted him to.

My hands were in Zavier's hands and he had pinned them down on the bed. Between their storing bodies, I was completely caged.

"Please...please..." I was going to sob. He was not touching me there at all. I winched when Ashton and Xerxes pinched my nipples sharply, not stopping their hungry kisses on the sides of my neck.

Zavier started nibbling at my inner thighs, making marks, he looked at me as he did and the side of his lips tilted up as he nibbled so close to where I was burning for a touch. He kissed and nibbled there. I whimpered when Ashton kissed the base of my neck. They were marking all of me and I could do nothing but take it, hoping they'd give me some relief but all they did was pinch and my nipples, which felt sore now, and leave marks on me.

"Zavier..." I sniffled.

He tilted his head, his lips moving away from the stop he was marking. "What is it, baby?" He asked mockingly. "Does my kitten need something?" He put his large palm on my throbbing heat. "Do you want me to make you feel good?"

Ashton kneaded my breast as Xerxes pinched on the nipple, I gasped at both, nodding furiously at Zavier, letting out a whimper when Ashton nibbled at my collarbone and Xerxes kissed the back of my ear. There were so many sensations I didn't know which one to concentrate on. They all demanded attention. I was a mess.

"Please, Zavier." I gasped when he put his lips on my clit, gently sucking over the material. My toes curled as he continued sucking, now harshly. He pulled back and I was about to cry because of frustration but all he did was push my panties to the side, exposing all of me.

"Fucking beautiful," Zavier growled. "I'm going to make you scream, kitten." He put his lips right on my clit and sucked, hard. I moaned loudly, throwing my head back, my thighs stiffening when he licked all of me, from my opening to my clit with steady strokes which left me gasping for breath and my back arching, pushing my breast in Ashton and Xerxes's hands who squeezed them gently. They were no longer kissing my neck. They were watching my face and I moaned and squirmed in their holds.

Zavier parted my lips and pressed a kiss right above my clit. A whine left my lips in frustration. "Zavier."

He slapped my thigh, making me whisper, and the pain deliciously melted into my skin. "Don't whine, Kitten. I've waited quite a while for this."

I felt Xerxes shifting to sit behind me. He wrapped his hand around my throat. Ashton pulled up the edge of my t-shirt, exposing my bra-covered breasts. Zavier kept kissing around my clit, easily stopping my squirming with one more slap on the thigh. Ashton pulled the cups of my bra down, exposing my breasts and painfully hardened nipples.

Ashton kissed my breasts. I moaned, feeling wetness flow out of me continuously. I was so wet that I could barely think. They had taken over my senses. All I could feel was them. All I wanted to feel was them.

"Please..." My beg was a breathless whisper as Zavier kissed around my heat, his hands holding mine down strongly. "Please...it hurts..." I whimpered when Ashton sucked on my one nipple and then the other. "Please," I sobbed, feeling a tear trail down my cheek. They chuckled, continuing with their unsatisfying burning touches.

Finally, Zavier let go of me and stood up. Ashton and Xerxes let go of me, too. I curled into a ball, sniffling.

"Come on, sweetheart, don't be like that." Zavier chuckled, picking me up. He sat down on the bed and wrapped his one arm around me. He sneaked his one hand between my thighs and parted them. He watched me closely, as he rubbed his palm over my pussy. I moaned, feeling wetness drip out of me.

He rubbed my clit. I gasped, my eyes closing. He rubbed my clit furiously, making my legs twitch, while I could feel him watching me intensely. He collected the wetness coming out of me and rubbed my clit with two fingers, his cold rings felt so nice against me. I continued moaning, feeling myself being caressed towards the edge.

"Open your eyes, kitten," he ordered. I looked at him with tear-filled eyes, after the continuous denial this pleasure felt so intense that every touch of his finger felt like fire. He was smirking as he looked at my mouth which flew open as I felt myself reach my peak. "Such a good girl. Cum and show me how good you can be for daddy."

I fell apart, screaming at the intensity of the orgasm, and just then I felt his lips on mine, silencing me as he rubbed me through my orgasm. His lips were soft against me, a contrast to his furious fingers on my clit which refused to stop even when I started to twitch. I sobbed into his mouth, kissing him back while trying to squirm away from his fingers. After a few moments, he pulled his face back but kept caressing my swollen clit. He kissed my tears away.

"What's wrong?" He chuckled, grabbing me tightly so that I could not squirm away. "Is your little cunt too sensitive?"

I sniffled, nodding. "Please..."

I felt someone else part my thighs as Zavier's fingers disappeared. Xerxes and Ashton were sitting there. Again forming a triangle. It felt like the Bermuda triangle but I was a willing drowner.

"S-Stop," I stuttered Xerxes gently caressed my clit.

"You know what to say to actually make us stop, little love," Xerxes said. "Say it."

I sniffled, trembling at the overstimulation. He smirked. "That's what I thought."

He rubbed me there with his fingers on my lower stomach and his thumb dancing over my clit furiously. He rubbed me till I came apart, jerking away from him. He rubbed me till I was a crying mess.

I felt myself being picked up and sat on a lap. I opened my eyes and looked at Ashton.

He smiled. "One more."

I hiccuped. "I can't...please." "Safeword?"

I wondered why I didn't felt the urge to say it. I had expected him to rub me between the thighs but he moved me so that I was straddling him and cupped my breasts. His thumb brushed over my nipples.

He pinched and rolled them in his fingers, watching me closely as I squirmed on his lap. I felt more wetness come out of me as he kept pinching and rolling my nipples. I was getting closer to another orgasm and I was amazed that he had managed to do that to me only by my breasts.

"These..." He pinched my nipples sharply, I gasped. "Are so fucking beautiful." He kissed my forehead, pinching my nipples harshly again. I whimpered. "You are so fucking beautiful."

His one hand snaked down between my thighs and flicked my clit a couple of times and then I was cumming again. I screamed, jerking in his hold. He rubbed me for a few seconds, making me cry, and then removed his fingers.

My eyes closed as I felt myself being picked up. By the cologne, I could tell it was Xerxes.

"I want to sleep." I sniffled. "No bath?"

I shook my head. I wanted to just fall asleep. I was so tired and my body was still twitching with the aftermath of three powerful orgasms.

I felt him lay down on the bed and then lower me to his chest. I felt his arms around my upper back and then one arm around my waist and one hand holding mine.

"Sleep, kitten."

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