Page 169 of Trapped Truth

“You done pleasuring him now?” Axel complains. “I want all your attention.”

With that warning, he drags his hips back then pistons into me from behind. I’m suddenly thrown forward, caught by Blaine’s steadying hands to absorb the momentum.

“Fuck, Ax!”

“Just like that. Take all of me, babe. Every last inch.”

I sense myself stretch and mould around him. In this position, the sensory overload ratchets up to maximum. Everything is more sensitive. His frenzied pumping injects liquid heat into my bloodstream, melting me from the inside out.

On the sofa, Warner is gripping his length, his breathing now shallow. Blaine retains a balancing hand on my shoulder but lowers another to grasp my breast, playing with the swell.

At the same time Axel rocks into me, Blaine flicks and twists my stinging nipple. The bite of pain is exquisite. I moan through a fresh wave of ecstasy washing in on a wild, boundless tide.

I can’t hold it in. The edges of my mind are splitting apart at the seams. I’m so full. So tightly wound. The slap of Axel’s skin on mine coaxes me to a precipice that beckons to be traversed.

“Let go.” Blaine swipes hair from my face. “I want to watch.”

At the crack of Axel’s palm on my rear, all bets are off. The strike rattles his length buried to the hilt and echoes through my whole being, one synapse at a time. All I can do is let myself free fall.

The hotel room turns greyscale, shuttered by darkened strobes. If it wasn’t for Blaine holding me, I’d slump into a heap. Axel surges once more then bellows through his own conclusion.

Pulse hammering, I’m grateful for Axel’s strong grip on my waist, ensuring that I don’t topple over completely. We’re both fighting to catch our breaths. Hell, I’d argue Blaine and Warner are too. I don’t know where Hyland’s lurking, but I’m sure he’s watching just as intently.

“Ax.” Warner’s tone crackles with authority. “Bring her to me.”

“So bossy, dude.”

“I’ve been patient long enough.”

“Alright, fine.” The hands on my hips fasten tighter. “Steady, dimples.”

Plucked off my feet, Blaine watches me fly through the air with a smirk. The room spins around me until I’m deposited into a familiar lap, bringing Warner’s vivid blue stare into direct sight.

“Hello, love.”

“Hi.”

“Got any energy left for me?”

“Always, team leader.”

“Good. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”

Parting my sweat-damp hair, he caresses my skull while pulling me closer. Firm lips ensnare me in a kiss that blows all fatigue aside, one tongue flick at a time.

My hands splay across his broad shoulders while I grind on his lap in no rush to advance. His hard cock rubs on me where it rests against his stomach. The friction is a wonderful taunt of what’s to come.

“Why am I always the last thought?” Warner licks over the corner of my mouth.

“You are so far from that, and you know it. I’ve loved you since before I knew what the word even meant. You’ll always hold that honour.”

“Perhaps I do know that. I just enjoy hearing you say it.”

“You’re mean.”

“Never.” The word tears from the depths of his soul.

I toss my head back so he can divert his attention to my chest. The mouth that wraps around my nipple is demanding. Unrelenting. An exact blend of attentive and teasing, dragging his teeth over my pebbled flesh before kissing away the sting.