Fever Dream (26 page)

She nodded shakily, then shook her head. “I guess. I don’t know. I don’t know what I want.”

“I think we know what you want,” said Liam, his grip tightening around her waist. Her heart raced, her whole body trembling with adrenaline. Rubio took her hands, trapping them in his, and she started to struggle. Not because she wanted to get away, but because she wanted them to
make
her do this, because they were big and strong and there were two of them and only one of her. Liam chuckled under his breath.
I’m glad you’re having fun
, she thought wildly.
Now do it. Throw me down and…

Rape me. She couldn’t think the words, because she knew rape was wrong, but that was what she wanted. She wanted no control, no measure of consent.
Take me. Just take me.
The harder she fought, the harder they worked together to subdue her. When they got her on the cold, varnished floor, Ruby pinned her with his body. He kissed her roughly, pulling her hair until she arched her back in agony. “No,” she said. “No, stop!”

He ignored her, as she’d hoped he would. He manhandled her onto her stomach and pressed her shoulders to the ground. “Get your ass up,” he ordered. She heard a rustle and the slick sound of a condom going on. Her sore ass cheeks were pulled apart. “Here,” Ruby said. “Use a lot.”

She tried to crawl forward, away from them, but they grabbed her ankles and yanked her back. Cool lube drizzled into the cleft of her ass. Fingers pushed it into her asshole, pistoning in and out.

“Stop! Please,” she begged, squirming away with renewed energy. The fingers stopped fucking her.

Rubio murmured, “She means yes. Only stop for
Romeo
.”

“
Romeo
? That’s your safeword?” Liam laughed.

“Yes,” Ruby snapped. “It works for us, okay?”

Petra tried again to crawl away while they were sniping back and forth, but two sets of hands gripped her before she got very far. “Slippery little slut,” Rubio said, slapping her ass. “She almost got away,” he said to Liam.

He palmed his lubed-up erection. “She’s not going anywhere once I get this inside her.”

Liam took her shoulders and wrenched her legs open with his knees, and thrust deep into her pussy. She tried to fight but there was so much of him—not just his massive cock, but his massive bulk and the massive hands holding her down. He fucked her with hard, steady strokes, moving in a rhythm that hit all her favorite spots, while Ruby watched, an appreciative voyeur.

“Her pussy feels good, huh?”

“Oh, God.” Liam’s breathless exhalation was apparently all he had to say on the matter.

Ruby pumped his shaft a few times, palming his balls and sidling closer. Liam pulled her up, so she tottered on her knees with only his cock centering her balance.

“Open your mouth for Ruby, Petra.”

It was an order, rough and curt. Liam had never spoken to her with anything less than perfect courtesy before now, which made this all the more exciting. Ruby took the back of her head and guided his cock into her mouth.

She sucked him, choking, gagging, gripping his thighs for balance as Liam continued to pound her from behind. She wasn’t trying to get away anymore, only trying to survive the onslaught.
You wanted this, Petra. You wanted to be taken hard and rough.

And this was the kind of stuff Liam couldn’t do with Ashleigh at the moment, so she was glad she could give it to him. In a way she was offering it up for her friend.
Here you go, Ash. It’s okay, I’ll probably recuperate in a day or two. Your husband’s a fucking sex maniac, by the way.

Ruby drew her from her thoughts with a tug on her collar. Liam pulled out of her pussy, leaving her juices dripping down her slutty leg. It couldn’t be over, could it? No, not yet. Ruby was rolling on a condom, pulling carefully on the tip. “Safe, yeah?” he said to her with a fleeting smile. He dropped to the floor and held his cock upright, signaling Petra to climb on top.

She crouched over Rubio with a little centering nudge from Liam, then sank down, until he was buried to the hilt in her pussy. She groaned, tensing her muscles, milking the long, strong length of him. Being fucked by Liam was nice, but Rubio owned her in this. Bought, captured, enslaved. She was his cock slave, pure and simple. Ruby held her thighs and prevented her from moving in any direction except the direction he liked.

They never did it this way, with her on top. Because he was her top, she supposed. Tops belonged on top, or at least they usually did. Not that she felt very dominant at the moment. Before she had much time to think about it, she felt Liam move behind her. He took her hands and trapped them up by her shoulder blades, forcing her breasts out.

When she turned her head, distracted, Ruby took her nipples in a jaw-clenching pinch. “Ow, ow, ow,
ow
,” she whined, reeling back, but Liam had her arms in some kind of ju-jitsu ninja lock and she couldn’t go very far.

“Uh-oh,” Liam said. “She doesn’t like that.”

Ruby squeezed tighter. “Come here, baby. Lean down.”

He tugged her by her nipples until she collapsed on him, cringing from the pain. Her pussy clamped around his cock, so hard she might have orgasmed if there wasn’t so much else going on. Her knees slipped on the smooth floor, her pussy riding Ruby’s thrusts. Then he went still and let go of her nipples, and moved his hands to her hips. “Okay,” he said. “Put it in her.”

Put what in her? She felt the head of Liam’s cock against her asshole and she thought,
oh no
.
Oh wow. That’s not going to fit.
She struggled in earnest then, shaking her head, pulling at her wrists where Liam held them, but he held tight. Ruby’s hands tightened on her waist.

“Let him do it. You’ll like it, both your holes filled.”

“It won’t fit,” she said.

“Won’t it?” Liam eased the head in, shifting, playing with the angle. “We’ve managed it before. Although, not with someone as small as you.”

Not comforting, Liam Wilder!

All the lube they’d smeared on her crack came in handy as Liam wedged his erection into her little hole. It was so tight, so bizarrely cramped and unnatural. Liam had to work his way forward, prying her open inch by terrifying inch.

“Petra, look at me,” Ruby said as she panted through the penetration.

She gazed down at him, afraid to breathe, afraid to move.

“He won’t hurt you,” he whispered, squeezing her hips. “It’s going to feel so good.”

“It’s too tight. He’s too big. It hurts.”

“You like to be hurt.”

Damn him, it was true. “Oh, God,” she cried as Liam pushed deeper. At some unseen signal, Ruby withdrew, lifting her, so she felt both of them moving inside her, one in, one out. The feeling of fullness was shocking, scary. Amazing.

Liam withdrew as Ruby surged in again.
Ohhh…
Now that her ass had grown accustomed to Liam’s thick tool, inklings of pleasure began to unfold. With his free hand, Liam reached around to flick and tug her nipples, pressing his hips against her backside. Then he drew out and Rubio drove deep into her sopping pussy. Yes, she was wetter than she’d ever been. Yes, this was the raunchiest thing she’d ever done.

At first the rhythm was slow and steady, a team effort. They were careful, helping her, manipulating her, and protecting her from harm. But once she got into it, all of them let go. She started moving her hips in rhythm to their thrusts, arching her ass so Liam could bury himself inside her, then clenching her pussy to make Ruby bark with pleasure. After a while, Liam released her hands.

“Lace them at the back of your neck,” he said. “Keep them out of the way while we fuck you.”

She obeyed, letting them hold her, manipulate her, pinch her, scratch her, pull her hair as they moved her back and forth. Her pelvis ached with peaking arousal as they worked both her holes. “Oh, please,” she begged. “Please let me come. I’m gonna come.”

“You can only come with both of us inside you,” Ruby said. “When you’re filled up with both our cocks.”

Liam pressed against her from behind, bracing his arms on the floor, while Ruby tugged at her nipples, squeezing them until she cried out. She felt trapped between them, conquered and impaled, at the mercy of their masculine will.

“She’s so tight,” Liam said. “Holy shit.” He made a sound like he was dying. Petra could sympathize. This felt so carnal, so deeply elemental, their cocks driving into her as she ground her hips. Liam paused to finger her clit, tapping it, teasing it. She sucked in a breath and reached down to guide his fingers.

“No,” he snapped. “Where do your hands belong?”

With a sob, she made fists and returned them to the back of her neck, wishing to God she could rub herself to orgasm.

“Do you want him to touch you again?” Ruby asked.

“Yes, please, I want him to touch me,” she said with a hysterical note in her voice.

“Ask nice,” he said with a jolting thrust. “Maybe he will.”

Petra racked her brain for nice words, but all she could come up with was
please, do it, now.
“Um, uh. Please… Liam, sir, please…”

“
Please play with my pussy while you fuck my ass.
Try that,” Ruby said.

“Please play with my pussy while you fuck my ass,” she repeated eagerly, bucking on their alternating cocks. “Please.”

Liam made a soft growl of a sound. “How about,
Please play with my pussy while you destroy my asshole.
Try that.”

“Hm, good idea,” said Ruby appreciatively.

“Please…” Petra couldn’t remember anything he’d said. She just wanted to
come
. “Please…fuck me…destroy me…blow me up with a mine…whatever!”

Liam grimaced at Ruby. “I think we broke her brain, man. Sorry.”

Ruby grinned back. “At least her pussy is still working.”

“Please,” Petra said, squeezing on both of them, teasing her nerves into a frenzy. She was so close to completion, to blessed release. “Oh, God,
please
.”

Liam drove deep in her ass, palming her clit at the same time. She jerked against his hand, needing more. He was teasing her on purpose, only giving her so much. If she moved her hips, she could get a bit more sensation. At her sinuous movements, the men each groaned in turn. Ruby’s hands tightened on her hips, then he let go with one hand and licked his thumb, and slid it across her clit in a direct blast of sensation. Now both of them were touching her, teasing her, exploring her wet folds. She threw her head back, banging it against Liam’s chest.

“Please, please, don’t stop…” Her whole body felt poised to explode.

“Come on, baby,” Ruby said. “Show us how much you like being fucked.”

They both drove inside her, so thick, so deep. Her arousal sparked and expanded into something more, a blue-bright flame that broke wide and set her on fire. Her mouth fell open as her body contracted around their cocks, with wave after wave of delicious pleasure. Liam grabbed her from behind, hugging her tight as his own orgasm exploded. A moment later, Ruby’s hands trembled against her skin as he bit out expletives in a mixture of English and Portuguese.

Oh, God. Thank God.
She wouldn’t have survived another minute. Her pussy and ass contracted intermittently for several long moments in the aftermath, each tiny pulse met with hoarse masculine approval. None of them moved beyond the basic needs of resting and breathing. For five minutes, maybe, they laid that way in the middle of the play room floor, with Petra sprawled over Ruby, and Liam hugging her on his knees from behind. She started to drowse, it felt so comfortable. All the energy in her body seemed to have flown in the wrenching explosion of her orgasm.

Finally, Liam shifted and said softly, “Still alive? Neither of you are moving.”

“I died,” said Rubio. “Look after Pet for me, okay?”

Liam squeezed her shoulders. “Can I get you anything, Petra? Some water? A blanket?”

“I need a shower,” she whispered. “But I don’t think I can walk.”

Liam eased out of her and helped her totter to her feet, then Ruby swept her up and carried her to the bathroom. The Italian marble shower was big enough for three, and they slipped and slid together, soaping and rinsing each other in a mist of steam. When they got out, the men toweled Petra dry, checking out her welts and bruises. She didn’t speak much during the inspection, only answered their questions and drifted on the feeling of their fingertips against her skin. What was there to say?
That was the raunchiest, hottest fuck-fest ever.
She’d come like a banshee with two cocks inside her, one of which belonged to her best friend’s husband.

After that, they collapsed in the bed together, relaxing by the soft light of the play room’s LED candles. Ruby took her speechless catatonia as a compliment to his virility, which it was. “Poor, tired Petra,” he said, brushing her hair back. “Did you really have fun?”

“I had twenty-five Christmases worth of fun.” She rested her head on his arm as he drew her closer. “Thank you for the unforgettable night.” She turned to Liam, who was flicking through messages on his phone. “You, too, you crazy sadist. Thanks.”

He smiled. “It was my pleasure, literally. From beginning to end.”

“Can you remember all of it, to tell Ashleigh?” asked Ruby.

“She’s going to love it. The end part especially. She’s such a perv.”

“Poor Ashleigh,” Petra said. “She missed out on all the fun.”

“It’s not like we can’t do it again.” Liam thought a moment. “We can make it an annual tradition. Mark your calendars. December twenty-fourth.”

Petra and Ruby exchanged a look. An annual tradition? Sure, if they were still together in a year. They’d be dancing together, certainly…but the rest? Ruby looked away before she did, before she could do the math of how close they’d become if they were still a couple a year from now.

Liam looked back at his phone, then went still, pausing in the middle of scratching his chest. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

“What is it?” asked Ruby.

“Scary Gary has officially left the country as of ten o’clock this evening, with legal restrictions against coming back.”