Brooklyn bit her lip in excitement over that possibility and I smiled as I continued to pleasure myself in front of her, loving the way her eyes kept dropping to take in the movements of my hand as I ran it up and down my shaft.
She looked back to Jack then slowly started stripping, peeling her clothes off piece by piece until she was standing butt naked before him with nothing but her stiletto heels still in place.
“I’m a bad guy too,” she whispered as he watched her in silence, the hunger in his expression making it more than clear how much he wanted her. “And I need all the bad kinds of punishment.”
I ran my thumb across my bottom lip as I watched them, but Jack’s eyes lifted to me once more, asking for another command and making me laugh as I realised that that was exactly what he needed from me. He really was a pack animal, and he was hungering for the command of an alpha.
“Don’t keep her waiting, big fella,” I warned. “Or I’m gonna grab hold of her and make her scream myself.”
Jack gave in as easy as that, stepping forward and yanking his shirt off with one hand before gripping Brooklyn by the back of the neck and kissing her with a rough kind of passion that made me ache to take hold of her too.
She whimpered in his arms, her fingers fumbling at his belt and the tremble in them made it clear to me how much she wanted this. She was a thirsty little thing. And she wanted to taste all of her heathens as often as she could.
Brooklyn gasped as she freed the leviathan from Jack’s pants, and I paused in the movements of my hand along my shaft as I stared at the fucking thing.
“Will it fit?” she gasped, looking down at his huge cock, and Jack grinned like a savage.
“If mine fits, his will too,” I barked, glancing between my cock and his and reassuring myself that mine was still damn impressive. And it was fancy too, with the tattoos and Prince Albert I had going. His didn’t have any fandangles, that was for sure.
My narrowed gaze met Jack’s smug one as Brooklyn panted all over him and I cursed as the desire to throw him off the roof reared its head again.
“Make her come before I give in to the desire to cut that thing off and beat you to death with it,” I snapped irritably and in the next breath, Jack had pushed Brooklyn to her knees before me, making her grip my thighs to balance herself.
I curled my free hand around her jaw as Jack dropped his pants behind her, moving to his knees and taking hold of her hips as he lined himself up with her wet pussy.
“Fuck,” she hissed as he took hold of her hip and I ran my thumb along the seam of her lips before pushing it inside.
“Bite down on me, love,” I said roughly and she nodded obediently just as Jack drove his hips forward and her teeth sank into my flesh hard enough to draw blood and meet with bone.
Brooklyn cried out around the bloody thumb in her mouth and I cursed like a sailor as I took my other hand from my dick and moved it to wind through her hair, caressing her softly.
Jack paused as he looked down at the point where their bodies were joined and Brooklyn whimpered again, easing her teeth from my thumb and releasing it from the cage of her mouth.
“You good, little psycho?” I asked softly and she nodded again, moaning as Jack drew his hips back with agonising slowness.
“I want it all, Hellfire,” she panted, her pupils full blown with lust as she gazed up at me. “Every piece of us.”
Her eyes fell to my cock which was fucking throbbing between us and I groaned as she lowered her mouth to place a kiss on the head of it.
“Come on then, big fella,” I snapped as Jack continued to stare at her and he looked up at me once more before the edges of his mouth lifted into a dark and wicked grin and his grasp on her hips tightened.
Jack slammed himself into her again, making her scream and damn near knocking me offa the roof once more as her grip on my thighs pushed me back.
I released her, grasping the edges of the wall to stop myself from falling and bracing against the force of his thrusts as he upped his pace and made her cry out over and over again.
I still wanted to kill him, but as Brooklyn moaned in ecstasy, I could admit that he was doing a damn good job of making her happy and the sound of her pleasure brought a bead of moisture to the tip of my dick.
Brooklyn dropped her head once more, licking the precum away with a throaty moan before sliding her lips over the tip and sucking on my piercing.
I opened my mouth, meaning to ask what she was doing, but as she took the entire length of my cock into her mouth and moaned even louder, it became all too fucking clear anyway.
The force of Jack’s thrusts were damn near knocking me off of the roof, and I gave up on trying to do or say anything other than focusing on the feeling of her mouth wrapped around my cock and enjoying the way his thrusts drove her down onto me even further every time.
Brooklyn’s moans got louder and louder, and suddenly she was clamping her lips down around my dick so tight that the vibrations rolling out from her throat had me coming hot and fast between her pretty lips.
She swallowed me down, moaning louder, her nails, making my thighs bleed as Jack fucked her through her orgasm before coming with a roar loud enough to move mountains which made her entire body spasm with pleasure.
We all fell in a sweaty, panting heap on the roof of the bar and I tugged our little psycho into my arms as I trembled in the wake of my release.
“You’re officially in, fuck the probation,” I grunted to Jack, not bothering to look at him and just staring up at the endless sky above as I held Brooklyn tight in my arms. “Anyone who can protect her and make her come like that makes the cut. I’ll work on not killin ya myself every time the urge strikes, but if she wants ya, you’re in.”
Brooklyn’s hand found mine, her fingers tangling with mine and lifting Jack’s from her other side so that his were mixed in too and squeezing tight. “I want him.”
“Then it’s done,” I agreed. And just like that, my entire world shifted into something brand spanking new.
I sobbed uncontrollably into my pillow then crawled to the edge of the bed and grabbed the crusty loaf of unsliced bread I had there, leaning up to take a big bite out of it and swallowing it down as it muffled my sobs.
“Spider? What the hell is going on?” Niall called from the doorway of his room and I flipped over, glaring out at him, spotting Jack and Mateo at his back.
“What do you think is going on, Hellfire?” I snarled.
“I don’t fuckin’ know. Yer eating bread and wailing like a banshee,” he said, confounded.
“It’s my bed bread, Niall,” I snapped. “God, you’re so stupid sometimes.” I hurled the loaf at him and it smacked against his chest before slapping onto the floor.
I looked at it with a whimper, realising I’d just ruined my nice bread, and it had been the only thing making anything better. I sat up, grabbing the bedside lamp and hurling it at all of them with a scream. It smashed against the doorway as the three of them ducked for cover and Brutus barked somewhere beyond them.
“Mi sol,” Mateo’s gruff voice carried to me as I flipped over and buried my face in the pillow again. My tummy was ouchie and I was on my second foof stick of the morning, but that had nothing to do with anything. “Is it your time of the month?”