Captured By The Mercenaries

CHAPTER17

Colby

The sensations were battering me like waves against a lighthouse. Sig was filling me full to bursting and the friction was delicious. Each time he withdrew from my body, only to thrust in again was driving me higher and making it harder to think. My mind was fighting my body to maintain control. My body was winning.

Rafe and Arsen were holding me up, as though I was sitting in an invisible chair and it let them access my entire body. I never would have thought that having three men’s hands, mouths, and full attention on me while I was being fucked could be so bewitching. They were doing things to me that were hard to resist. If I wasn’t careful I was going to become addicted and there’d be no way to disentangle myself from their web.

My head tilted back as Rafe’s teeth scraped over my nipple. I was so close to coming and I was ready to take that leap. Then someone touched my asshole.

Every muscle tightened as Arsen rubbed wet fingers over my most secret of places. No one had ever touched me there before. “Don’t,” I whispered, looking over at him. It didn’t matter that it actually felt good. It was so dirty, I wasn’t sure I could accept him playing with my ass. This was the last bit of control that I had. It was hard enough to be open about all of them being here for this. All of them touching me. That was something I wasn’t able to resist.

He removed his hand and dipped his head down so he could kiss me and my body relaxed beneath his mouth and Rafe’s capable hands. Sig had his hands gripping my hips, slamming our bodies together. The wet slapping sound echoed loudly and only our harsh breathing and Rafe’s occasional commands could be heard over it.

Rafe reached down and flicked my clit in a manner that was much more harsh than I was used to. Jerking my head away from Arsen’s kiss, I cried out. It hurt, yet only sparks of pleasure seared my insides.

My inhale was long and shuddered with my shock, but Rafe’s eyes held mine entrapped. I knew before his hand moved that he was going to do it again and I honestly wasn’t sure if I wanted him to, or needed him to.

I flinched as his hand rested over my stomach. Knowing what was coming, the anticipation was enough to drive me insane. His dark chuckle normally would have made me glare at him and toss some offending remark his way, but I was completely under his spell at this point. It was as though he was in charge of my next breath as surely as he was in charge of my orgasm. It didn’t matter that Sig was the one pounding away at my pussy, it seemed like if they weren’t all touching me, I wasn’t going to get there. The only thing left was to ask for it, to beg for it. But I needed him to command it.

Rafe rubbed my clit, soft and gentle and I watched him with eyes that felt heavy with passion. The hunger burning within his own was consuming me. The guttural groans coming from Sig had me clamping hard around him. Arsen’s free hand was massaging my breasts.

Rafe waited until I was almost there, my lower belly tightened and I knew I was going to come harder than I ever had before, and that’s when he struck. He flicked my clit harder than he had previously and my mind fractured. The pleasure and pain of his action, the feeling of Sig stuffing me full, and Arsen twisting my nipple at the same moment tore a scream from my throat.

I bucked in their hold, grateful the men were using two hands to hold me in place now because I lost total control of my body. My arms tried to shoot out, to grab anything to stabilize me, but they held me firmly in place. My legs couldn’t keep themselves wrapped around Sig’s trim hips. I was lost to the overwhelming response. I was only barely aware of Sig burying himself as deep inside of my pussy as he could before he came.

My world was black and I floated along on the tide of pleasure and sated passion, willing to let the men do whatever they wanted with me in the meantime.

Lips touched my closed eyelids and I let them flutter open. Sig had his head dropped down onto my chest, breathing hard as he tried to recover from our activities. Arsen was staring down at me and though he was smiling, it was strained. I knew he was probably aching with his own unfulfilled lust. He didn’t shove Sig off me, though. He just helped hold me in the air while I recovered. His restraint was impeccable. I would have let him take me right there. Exhausted as I was, seeing the hunger in his eyes…I would give my body over to him right now. But the restraint…it promised so much more.

Sig finally raised his head, leaned forward enough to kiss me, then withdrew from my body. I missed him as soon as he stepped back and the force of the realization left me dumbfounded.

Fingers quickly replaced his cock within me and I glanced over as Rafe stroked me. My body trembled as he rubbed areas that were over sensitized. I was completely wrung out, unsure how I was going to do that again, let alone twice more. Surely they’d all want a turn.

Rafe removed his fingers from my pussy and before I knew what he was doing, he wiped them over my lips. They parted in shock and I caught his satisfied grin right before he shoved his fingers into my mouth.

“Suck them clean, Pet.”

I was too stunned to do anything except obey. Mine and Sig’s juices combined and coated my tongue as I bathed his fingers with my tongue. I swallowed down our essence, a fly caught in the trance of the spider as Rafe repeated the process until I was reasonably clean.

He took my full weight into his arms, giving Arsen the ability to go and help Sig fill the tub that had somehow appeared in the middle of the floor. I’d been so focused on what Rafe was doing, what I was doing, that I hadn’t noticed Sig starting on a bath. It would be cold, but welcomed. Something needed to cool the fever pitch of my blood.

I was boiling, throbbing, aching for them even though I’d just had the biggest orgasm of my life. “Don’t you want to-”

“Not tonight, Pet,” Rafe said, interrupting me. “You’re still not ready.”

Not ready? How much more intense could it get?

I was content to let him step into the bath while holding me. I cuddled close to his chest, letting his body heat keep me warm despite the cold water as he washed me. He touched me with tenderness. Almost as if he cared about my comfort. It was such a role reversal from his usual attitude I was thrown for a loop.

The whole night had stunned me into silence, so I went along as Arsen pulled me to my feet and helped me step out of the bath. I let him and Sig dry me off and put me into clothes and before I knew it, I was back in Sig’s bunk, tucked in, face against his chest. His heart thundered against my cheek and I wondered if it was the left over remnants of the passion we’d just shared, or if he was feeling as I was? Did any of them feel it? This overwhelming sense that what’d just happened between us was right. Like this is what my life,our lives,had been missing.

I wasn’t a very spiritual person, but it was hard to shake that sensation in light of what’d just happened. My eyes drifted closed as Sig’s hand trailed up and down my spine beneath the oversized t-shirt Arsen had put on me.

Warmth and safety surrounded me as I fell asleep, listening to the sounds of the others bathing and cleaning up.

* * *

Sunlight wokeme to the harsh reality of what I’d done the next morning. I was alone in the hut and grateful for it. Covering my face with my hands, I groaned as pictures flashed through my mind.