Free Web NovelChapter 71: Preparation
What happens next unfolds with a coordination that would be impressive if I had any brain cells left to appreciate the choreography of it all.
Ezra moves first, settling himself on his back in the centre of the massive bed, his dark eyes locked on mine with an intensity that makes my breath catch. His hands reach for me, guiding me over him until I’m positioned on my hands and knees above his body, my thighs bracketing his head, my pussy hovering just above his mouth. The vulnerability of the position makes my heart race.
I’m completely exposed to him, open and dripping wet, and the hunger in his expression as he looks up at me makes my pussy throb with anticipation. His hands grip my hips, pulling me down toward his face, and when his tongue makes first contact with my clit I nearly collapse from the sensation. He doesn’t ease into it, doesn’t tease or build slowly, he devours me, his tongue working my clit with firm, deliberate strokes that make my thighs tremble and my arms shake where they’re braced against the mattress. freēwēbnovel.com
"Fuck," I gasp, my head dropping forward as pleasure floods through me in waves. "Ezra, that’s—oh god—"
He growls against me, the vibration sending shocks of sensation through my core, and his tongue moves lower, sliding through my folds to taste the arousal that’s been building since River touched me in the bath. He laps at me like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, his tongue alternating between broad strokes that cover everything and focused attention on my clit that makes my vision blur.
My hips start moving of their own accord, grinding down against his face, and his hands tighten on my hips in encouragement rather than restraint. He wants me to use him, wants me to take my pleasure from his mouth, and that makes me even wetter. I can feel my arousal coating his face, can hear the obscene wet sounds of his tongue working me, and it’s so filthy and perfect that I can barely think straight.
Behind me, I feel the bed dip as Corrian positions himself, his hands on my ass, spreading me open utterly exposed. One of his hands leaves me briefly, and I hear the distinctive sound of a bottle cap opening, and then his fingers are back, slick with lubricant and warm from his body heat. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t push for more than I can handle, he starts with just one finger, circling my asshole with gentle pressure that makes me tense instinctively.
Ezra’s tongue never stops its assault on my clit, the dual sensations of pleasure and the foreign pressure creating a contrast that’s overwhelming. Corrian’s finger presses forward slowly, breaching me with careful precision, and the burn is sharp but not unbearable. He pauses when he’s in to the first knuckle, giving me time to adjust, and his other hand strokes soothingly over my lower back.
"Breathe, princess," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding but gentle. "Your body knows what to do. Just relax and let me in. I’m going to take such good care of you. Going to open you up slowly, make sure you’re ready for everything we want to give you."
I focus on breathing, on relaxing the muscles that want to clench and resist, and gradually the burn starts to fade into something else. Not quite pleasure but isn’t pain, just sensation, intense and foreign and right. Corrian works that single finger in and out slowly, adding more lube with each stroke, and I can feel my body starting to accept the intrusion. Ezra’s tongue finds a particularly sensitive spot just above my clit, and the spike of pleasure makes me gasp and push back against Corrian’s finger.
The movement drives his finger deeper, and the combination of sensations, Ezra’s mouth on my pussy, Corrian’s finger in my ass, makes my brain short-circuit entirely. I’m reduced to nothing but sensation, nothing but the feeling of being touched and claimed and prepared for something I’ve never experienced before.
"That’s it," Corrian praises, and I can hear the satisfaction in his voice. "Look at you, taking my finger so well. Your body is opening up for me, princess. Getting ready for more. Do you want more? Want me to stretch you wider?"
"Yes," I gasp, though I’m not entirely sure I can handle more. But I trust him, trust all of them, and I want to be able to take everything they want to give me. "Please, Corrian. More."
He adds a second finger, and this time the stretch is more pronounced, the burn sharper. I whimper at the sensation, and immediately Ezra’s tongue works harder against my clit, flooding me with pleasure that helps offset the discomfort.
Corrian moves his fingers slowly, scissoring them to stretch me wider, adding more lube until I can feel it dripping down between my legs. The obscene wetness of it, combined with my own arousal coating Ezra’s face, makes me feel debauched in the best possible way. Corrian’s fingers work in and out with increasing ease, my body gradually accepting the intrusion, and when he curls them slightly I feel something that makes my eyes roll back in my head. Pleasure, sharp and unexpected, radiating from where his fingers are buried inside me. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
"There," I gasp, my hips pushing back against his hand. "Right there, that feels—oh fuck—"
"Found it," Corrian says with obvious satisfaction, and he strokes that spot again, making my entire body shudder. "Your body is so responsive, princess. So perfect. Taking my fingers like you were made for this. And you’re going to take so much more before we’re done with you."
Movement catches my attention, and I lift my head enough to see Jax positioning himself in front of Corrian, dropping with that easy grace that makes everything he does look effortless. His blonde mullet is dishevelled, his pupils blown wide with arousal, and when he reaches for Corrian’s cock I can see his hands trembling slightly.
He wraps one hand around Corrian’s length, stroking slowly from base to tip, and Corrian’s fingers stutter inside me at the sensation. Jax leans forward and takes Corrian into his mouth, his lips stretching obscenely around the thick shaft, and the sight is so erotic that I clench around both Ezra’s tongue and Corrian’s fingers.
Watching Jax service Corrian while Corrian prepares me creates a chain of pleasure and connection that makes my head spin. We’re linked together, touching and being touched, and the intimacy of it is as intense as the physical sensations.
To my left, I can see River and Leo standing at the edge of the bed, both of them stroking their cocks with slow, deliberate movements as they watch the scene unfold.
River’s expression is focused and intense, his eyes tracking every movement, every reaction, memorising this moment. Leo’s face is harder to read, it always is, but the hunger in his eyes is unmistakable, and the way his hand moves over his massive cock makes my mouth water with want.
They’re both waiting their turn, both watching me being prepared and claimed by the others, and knowing they’re getting off on watching me makes everything feel even more intense.
I’m the centre of their attention, the focus of all their desire.
The power of that is intoxicating.
