Page 166 of Trapped Truth
As he draws back, I take the chance to breathe and prepare. The next hit doesn’t take long to arrive. Hyland ruts into me, plastering my entire upper body into the wall. The momentum behind each slam of his hips feels like it might split me in half.
We smack together in a breathless tangle of limbs. Grunting. Hissing. Writhing as one mess of human touch. Finger pads bruise my hips where he holds me in a punishing cinch, using the purchase to repeatedly plunge into me.
We’ll be lucky if no staff come to investigate the elevator failure. Something tells me Hyland wouldn’t stop even for that. He’s a driving force, intent on smashing me into submission. I’m all too willing to be split apart by him.
“Let them see how much you love being owned and used by us.” His growl sounds more animal than man. “You fucking love it.”
“Yes,” I bleat without shame. “I do.”
“I want you to come for me, baby. Then I’ll let them have whatever’s left of you.”
“Generous,” Warner quips from elsewhere.
“Ignore him,” Hyland snarls. “Focus on me.”
“Please… I want to come, Hy.”
“Then let go. Give it up for me.”
A rotation of the hips and his driving beat into the spot hidden inside my core ignites my raging hormones. The annoying blare of the emergency alarm fails to detract from where his cock drums into me. Hell, not even the world ending would distract me.
“Em!” he roars, his movements growing rough and ragged.
Feeling his length grow thick with cresting desire triggers an invisible meltdown at the centre of my being. I cling to the wall for dear life as an intense orgasm hits all at once, carrying me off into the deep end.
Swirling heat spills into me. The fingers slicing into my hips tighten to the point of pain as I let Hyland ride out the full extent of his own climax. We fall together. A deathly, self-destructive spiral that binds us.
“Shit.” My sweat-slick hands can no longer grip the wall. “Don’t let me fall over.”
“I’ve got you, baby.”
“Guys,” Warner vocalises. “We can’t stay here forever.”
“Dammit,” Hy wheezes.
With the click of a button, the emergency alarm ceases. Abruptly, the elevator resumes gliding upward, forcing us to split apart. Instead of dressing, I kick off my shoes and jeans, content to let them all watch the fluid trailing down my inner thighs.
From the way Axel licks his lips and Blaine straightens to attention, it doesn’t go unmistaken. I press a kiss to Hyland’s pink cheek then stroll towards Blaine, tracing a hand over his T-shirt covered chest.
“Who’s going to carry me in?” I take the time to make eye contact with all three of them.
Of all the outcomes, I don’t expect them to break into a round of rock, paper, scissors for the honour. All while letting me stand here, bare and trembling, soaked in Hyland’s spreading release.
“Fuck you,” Axel snarls, losing the second round.
“I’d be willing to share, pup.”
“What’s the catch?”
“No catch.” Blaine raises a shoulder. “I know how much our girl loves it.”
When he bends his knees to hoist me up into his arms, I squeal, banding my naked legs around his waist. As the elevator doors open, he strides past the others to carry me inside our vast hotel suite.
I barely spare the extra-high ceilings, modern chandeliers or huge, complimentary bar fully stocked with drinks a second thought. I’m locked on Blaine’s mouth, toying with his lip piercing in long, languid licks that stoke the fire in my nerve centre.
“I want to take your mouth.” Blaine meets me with equally voracious teeth and tongue. “I’ve been thinking about riding your tight throat all day.”
He deposits me on my bare feet in the middle of the formal sitting area, surrounded by plush sectional sofas and fresh flowers left by the cleaning staff. I raise my arms over my head so Blaine can pull my tee off and attack my bra.
