Her back expands with a tight inhale. “It burns, but…it also…god, I can feel it twitching.”
Oh, it’s twitching alright—angry, impatient, mindless twitches, because it’s taking every ounce of restraint I have not to start pounding into her. I use the moment to drag her up against my chest, wrenching her head to the side for a long, sloppy kiss. Killer follows, sucking a bruise into her neck as Tristian leans in to lick a wet loop around her nipple.
Her face is so red that, this close, I can see the fan of broken capillaries on the apple of her cheek. “Does it… feel good?” She whispers the question right against my mouth, and beneath the strain and breathlessness, I can hear something I don’t like.
“Open your eyes,” I demand, holding her chin steady so she can’t look away. “You always feel good, baby. Always.” I lick at the tip of her tongue and she licks back, because she’s so perfect that she understands it’s giving Tristian and Killer a nice little show. Despite that, I get so distracted with it that I completely miss Tristian pushing to his feet.
Suddenly, his dick is inches from our faces.
Getting the hint, I give her tongue one last parting suck before using my grip on her chin to turn her attention to the hard cock currently leaking in front of us.
“That’s it,” Tristian says, feeding her the tip of his cock. “Just relax for a minute. Let yourself get nice and loose for him.”
It’d be absolute torture, kneeling here motionless as her ass strangles my dick, except that it’s weirdly not. I nose into the damp nape of her neck, pulling in the scent of cherries and sweat and her, and she suckles on Tristian’s dick and Killian’s kisses as she waits. By the time she finally gives her hips an experimental roll, I don’t even feel like I might die if I don’t start slamming into her like a goddamn psycho.
As I ease my hips back, dragging my cock away, Killian asks, “Do you know how long we’ve talked about doing this?” If she hears his question, we wouldn’t know it, not from the loud whine she makes as I thrust back inside. He answers anyway. “So long that we didn’t even know what you looked like underneath all those cute little dresses you used to wear.”
Fuck, I’d almost forgotten about those evenings in high school, holed up in the basement getting drunk and stoned, talking about what it’d be like to stuff her full of our cocks. It didn’t even mean anything back then—not like it does now. It was just dumb, ridiculous teenage fantasies shared between buddies. I know things have changed between us, because back then, Killer would struggle to play along, silently seething at the thought of sharing his new shiny toy, even though it was nothing but talk back then. Tristian had Gen, and I had zero interest in pissing off the heir to South Side.
Now, he reaches behind her and grabs her ass, spreading her open for me as I fuck into her. “How does it feel, Rath?”
Puffing hard breaths into her cheek, I answer, “Like I’m fucking a goddamn vise grip.” It’s not entirely true. I can feel her loosening up with every hitched gasp she makes, rocking back into me.
To Killian’s credit, Tristian’s the one to ask, “You ready for Killer, sweetheart?”
She plants her palms on Killer’s chest—one covering each tattoo—and shudders. “I’m ready.”
21
Killian
I deserve a medal for being this patient.
There’s an ache in my balls that’s spent the last ten minutes fanning out, settling around my back molars from all the teeth grinding. Story already looks absolutely wrecked, her pupils blown as Rath fucks into her. Everywhere I touch her—hands gliding over her hips, cupping her tits, skating up to cradle her cheek—is searing hot, and fuck, I can’t wait to get my dick inside her. I want to fill her up, pussy and ass, claiming every inch of her body for the Lords.
It’s feral and territorial, zinging through my blood like a sickness. That’s how I feel. Sick to the very marrow of my being. And the only cure is the way I’m rubbing my cock between the lips of her drenched pussy.
“Slow down,” I growl, letting my foot drop off the couch to give me leverage. “I need to get inside you.”
I know when she braces her knees that she’s ready for me, but Rath is just as lost as I want to be. He’s huffing against her cheek, knocking her body forward with a pointed thrust. Story spreads her hands out, palms digging into my chest. I steady her hips and watch her mouth part, wide eyes gaping down at me.