Breeding Justice

22. Chapter Twenty-Two Bash

Chapter Twenty-Two: Bash

T he room was humming with energy—raw, charged, and thick enough to drown in.

I stood back for a moment, leaning against the doorway, my arms crossed over my chest as I watched Hassan guide Justice’s legs wider. The sharp edge of need gnawed at me, but I held myself still, letting the scene unfold in front of me like the most intimate play.

Hassan was always careful, precise—like he carried his discipline into everything he did, even this. His hands were steady as he spread her thighs, his thick fingers dipping between them, testing her, teasing her. Justice whimpered softly, her body arching into his touch, and the sound made my cock twitch in my pants.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” Hassan muttered, his voice rough as gravel. He circled her clit with his thumb, slow and deliberate, drawing another gasp from her lips.

I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. There was something magnetic about watching her like this—completely open, completely vulnerable. I had always loved seeing her like this, open, vulnerable.

Ready for us.

She trusted us, trusted him, and the way she responded to Hassan was nothing short of mesmerizing.

“Are you just gonna stand there and watch, Bash?” Skylar’s voice cut through the air, sharp and teasing, but I could hear the edge of hunger in it. He was sprawled on the other end of the couch, lazily stroking his cock, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Or are you gonna do something about that?” He nodded toward the obvious strain in my jeans.

“Shut up, Sky,” I muttered, though there was no heat in my voice.

His grin widened. “What? You’re clearly enjoying the view. Don’t be shy, mate.”

He wasn’t wrong. I was enjoying the view—too much. Justice moaned again, her hands tangling in the cushions beneath her as Hassan slid a second finger inside her, stretching her, preparing her. Her hips rolled against his hand, chasing the pleasure he was giving her, and I couldn’t help but shift where I stood, my cock throbbing with every desperate sound she made.

“Fuck, Justice,” Hassan murmured, leaning over her, his lips brushing against her ear. “You’re so tight. So perfect. You ready for me?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need.

That one word broke something in me.

I pushed off the doorframe, stepping closer as Hassan lined himself up with her. I wanted to see everything—the way her body took him, the way her lips parted as he filled her. I wanted to memorize the flush on her cheeks, the way her breasts rose and fell with every ragged breath.

Hassan didn’t rush. He slid into her slowly, inch by inch, his hands gripping her hips to keep her steady. Justice’s back arched, her mouth falling open as she gasped, and I felt my restraint start to fray at the edges.

“Fuck,” Hassan groaned, his voice low and guttural. “You feel so good, doll. So fucking good.”

She whimpered, her hands clutching at his arms, and the sight of her taking him—her body stretching to accommodate him—was almost enough to make me come untouched.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Skylar’s voice drew my attention, and I turned to find him watching me, his cock still in his hand. His sharp blue eyes gleamed with something dark, something knowing.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice rough as I looked back at her. “She is.”

Hassan started to move, his thrusts slow and deep, each one drawing a soft moan from Justice’s lips. I watched the way her body responded to him, the way her thighs trembled, the way her nails dug into his shoulders.

“You wanna join in?” Skylar asked, his tone light but laced with challenge. “Or are you happy being a spectator?”

I shot him a glare, but my body betrayed me, my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans. I wanted to join. Fuck, I needed to. But there was something intoxicating about watching them, about seeing the way Hassan took care of her, the way she trusted him completely.

Hassan’s pace quickened, his hips snapping against hers with more urgency. Justice cried out, her head falling back against the couch, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath.

“Come here,” Skylar said, his voice softening slightly as he patted the cushion beside him. “Your wife wants you, Bash. You know she does.”

I hesitated, torn between staying where I was and diving in. But then Justice turned her head, her glassy eyes finding mine, and she whispered, “Please.”

That single word undid me.

I crossed the room in a few quick strides, my hands already working to unbuckle my belt. Skylar grinned as I joined him on the couch, but for once, he didn’t say anything. He just leaned back, giving me space as I knelt beside her.

Justice turned her head toward me, her lips parted, her breath coming in shallow gasps. I cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing over the flushed skin, and she leaned into my touch.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmured, my voice low and reverent.

She reached for me, her fingers tugging at the waistband of my jeans. I helped her, shoving them down far enough to free my aching cock. She looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire, and I felt my chest tighten at the raw need in her gaze.

“Come here,” she whispered, her hand wrapping around me, stroking me slowly.

I leaned over her, capturing her lips in a kiss that was all heat and desperation. Her hand tightened around me, and I groaned into her mouth, my hips jerking involuntarily.

Behind me, I heard Skylar chuckle. “Looks like someone’s finally getting into the spirit.”

“Sky,” Zane warned, but even he sounded amused.

Justice pulled back, her lips swollen, her cheeks flushed. “I want you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

I shifted, positioning myself beside her as Hassan continued to fuck her, his pace unrelenting. Her hand guided me to her lips, and I let out a ragged breath as she took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my hand sliding into her hair, holding her gently as she worked me.

Hassan’s thrusts grew rougher, his breaths coming in sharp pants as he drove into her. Justice moaned around me, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

“Good girl,” I murmured, my voice shaking as I watched her take me, her eyes fluttering closed as she lost herself in the moment.

Skylar shifted beside me, his grin wicked as he leaned over to kiss her, his lips brushing against hers even as she continued to suck me off. The sight of them—her mouth stretched around me, Skylar’s lips claiming hers—was enough to send me spiraling closer to the edge.

And then Zane moved, his calm, steady presence grounding the chaos. “She’s taking you both so well,” he said softly, his hazel eyes locking on mine.

“She’s fucking perfect,” Hassan growled, his voice rough as he thrust harder, his hands gripping her hips tight enough to leave marks.

Justice whimpered around me, her body trembling as she reached for Zane, her fingers curling into his shirt. He caught her hand, bringing it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.

“She’s ours,” I said, my voice low and possessive, and for once, no one argued.

Justice’s moans were muffled around my cock, her tongue working me with an eager desperation that sent fire racing through my veins. My grip on her hair tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to keep her in place as her lips slid down my length.

Hassan’s thrusts against her grew faster, harder, his grip on her hips unrelenting as he fucked her with a ferocity I hadn’t seen in him before. Her body rocked between us, taking everything he gave her while still managing to focus on me.

Skylar, ever the opportunist, shifted beside me, his hand stroking his cock lazily as he watched us with a smirk. “Goddamn, look at her,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Taking Hassan like that and still managing to swallow you down, Bash. She’s fucking incredible.”

Justice whimpered at his praise, the sound vibrating against me and making my knees nearly buckle. I growled low in my throat, pulling her hair just enough to tilt her head back. “You like hearing that, doll? Like hearing how perfect you are?”

Her eyes fluttered open, dark and glassy, and she nodded as best she could. I leaned down, brushing my thumb over her swollen lips. “Good girl,” I murmured.

Skylar chuckled, shifting closer. “Always a good girl for us, aren’t you, love?”

He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a deep, filthy kiss that made my cock twitch in her hand. I let her go, watching as she turned her full attention to Skylar, her body arching into him as he devoured her mouth.

Hassan didn’t slow, his hips snapping against hers with a punishing rhythm that had her gasping against Skylar’s lips. “Fuck,” he groaned, his voice a low rumble. “You feel so fucking good, Justice. So goddamn tight.”

Zane stepped forward then, his hazel eyes calm but burning with desire as he knelt on the couch beside her. His hand brushed against her cheek, guiding her attention to him as Skylar pulled back, his lips wet and curved into a smirk.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Zane asked softly, his fingers trailing down her jaw.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice trembling but steady. “I’m more than okay.”

“Do you want Hassan to come inside you?” Zane asked. “I want to feel your pussy after you’ve been fucked by all of them. I can’t wait to taste your perfect little holes.”

Justice whimpered in response, her cheeks tinged with a deep blush. The way her breath hitched told me everything I needed to know. Zane's words just turned her on even more, if that was even possible. My fingers brushed against her lips, still wet and swollen from sucking me off, while beside us Skylar stroked himself with one hand and teased at her nipples with the other.

Justice arched under their combined touch, every gasp and moan sending electric jolts through my veins. Hassan’s relentless rhythm drove her into a frenzy of pleasure, his hips snapping against hers with the force of his desire. She reached for me blindly, her fingers curling around my thigh and dragging me closer.

“Please,” she whispered again, and that word—just like before—unraveled the last threads of my restraint.

I moved up onto my knees, guiding her face back to my cock. This time, I didn’t hesitate. As soon as her lips closed around me, my head fell back with a groan. The heat of her mouth was indescribable, every flick of her tongue sending shivers down my spine.

Hassan grunted behind her, his thrusts deepening. “She’s taking me so well,” he growled. “Fuck, doll. You’re so good.”

Justice moaned in agreement, the sound around my cock nearly too much to bear. I looked down at her, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked me with an intensity that made my whole body tense. The sight of her like this—so completely immersed in giving and receiving pleasure—was almost surreal.

Zane's hand moved from her cheek to her breast, kneading it gently as he leaned down to kiss her neck. "Remember, beautiful," he murmured against her skin, "you're in control. If it gets to be too much..."

But we all knew it wouldn't. Justice was a force, a hurricane of desire that took us in and left us wrecked in the best possible way.

Skylar let out a low whistle. "She's not just taking it; she's fucking thriving on it." His admiration wasn't just lustful; it held a note of genuine respect that made my chest tighten.

"She's a fucking goddess," Hassan agreed, his voice strained. He was close; we all could tell. His hands loosened their death grip on her hips, one sliding up her back in a rough caress.

I wasn't far behind him. The combined heat of Justice's mouth and the visual of Hassan's nearing release had me teetering on the edge. I could feel the tension building, a storm ready to break. My fingers threaded through her hair, my body taut as a bowstring as I fought to hold back just a little longer.

Hassan's breathing turned ragged, each exhale a near-growl as he drove into her with the last of his fervor. "Fuck, I'm gonna—" he started, but his words dissolved into a deep, guttural shout as he thrust one final time, his body convulsing with release. Justice's moan around my cock was pure ecstasy, the vibrations almost enough to tip me over.

Hassan pulled out slowly, his movements tender in the aftermath of his intensity. He collapsed back onto the couch, sweat gleaming on his skin, a satisfied grin playing at his lips. "That was... damn."

Justice's head turned toward him, her eyes soft and adoring. But before she could say anything, Zane leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss, his hand sliding between her legs to feel the evidence of Hassan's climax. Her gasp against his mouth was a mix of surprise and longing.

I pulled back from her reluctantly, my cock aching with unfulfilled need. "We're not done yet," I said, my voice rough with desire. "Zane still needs his turn. And Skylar."

Skylar moved in beside her, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate patterns on her thighs. “And we’re gonna make sure you feel every second of it, love.” His words were a promise, dripping with intent.

Justice's breath hitched at the combined sensations and the reality of what she had coming. Her eyes locked onto mine, dark and burning with need. “Please,” she whispered once more, her voice straining with the weight of her desire. She looked utterly divine—her body trembling and glistening with a sheen of sweat, her lips parted and swollen, brimming with lust.

Zane’s eyes never left hers as he slid down her body, his lips trailing tender kisses along her heated skin. He paused above her entrance, brushing his thumb over the slickness there. "You ready for me?" he asked softly, though we all knew the answer. She was beyond ready; she was desperate for it.

I shifted onto the couch beside Justice, angling myself behind her and pulling her back against my chest. The closeness allowed me to kiss along the curve of her neck while my hands roamed over her breasts, tweaking her nipples just enough to make her gasp. Skylar moved too, positioning himself near her head so that she could reach out for him whenever she wanted.

Slowly—almost agonizingly so—Zane positioned himself at her entrance. "We want this to last," he said, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "We want you to feel everything."

With that, he pushed in with a deliberate slowness that had Justice whimpering. Her hands gripped at Skylar's thigh, then at my arms as she tried to brace herself against the onslaught of sensations. Zane paused once he was fully inside her, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

"Fuck," he muttered. "You're so damn tight."

Justice bit her lip, her body taut with anticipation. "Zane," she pleaded, but he just shook his head, opening his eyes to meet hers.

"This is your punishment for being so perfect," he said, a wicked gleam in his eye. "We take our time. And you love it, you absolute little slut."

Justice's body quivered with the tension of her need, every inch of her screaming for release. Zane's deliberate pace was torture, but it was the kind of agony she craved. Her mind swam in a sea of sensations, each touch and kiss a wave that threatened to drown her.

I could feel her heart pounding through her back and into my chest, a frantic rhythm that matched my own. My hands traced down her sides, committing every curve and contour to memory. This moment—this exquisite pause before the storm—was almost too perfect.

Skylar leaned in, his lips brushing Justice's ear. "You can take him deeper, you know," he said, his voice a seductive purr. "All you have to do is move."

With a desperate whine, Justice tried to thrust her hips upward, but Zane held her down with a firm yet gentle hand. "Not yet," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for disobedience. "We'll go when I'm ready."

“Doesn’t he have the most beautiful cock?” Skylar asked. He leaned forward and kissed Skylar on the mouth, taking his time to savor the contact before pulling away with a soft, affectionate smile.

Justice's eyes widened at the display, her arousal peaking at the sight of their shared intimacy. It was moments like these that made their dynamic so special—not just the raw, unfiltered passion, but the deep connections that ran between them all.

Zane noticed her gaze and gave her a knowing smirk. "We share everything, Justice. You included."

Her body trembled at his words, every nerve ending alight with anticipation and need. She was on the brink, teetering between overwhelming desire and the exquisite torture of waiting.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Zane withdrew almost entirely, causing Justice to gasp at the sudden loss. He held there for a heartbeat, two, letting the tension build to an unbearable peak. Then, with a controlled thrust, he buried himself in her again, his pace still maddeningly measured.

Justice's hands clawed at my arms as she tried to find something solid to hold onto. The slow rhythm Zane set was driving her wild, each stroke sending a shockwave through her body. She turned her head towards me, her lips seeking mine in a desperate kiss. I obliged, kissing her hard and deep, pouring all of my pent-up desire into that moment.

Justice broke the kiss with me, gasping for air, her eyes fluttering closed as Zane continued his torturous pace. "I can't... I need to..." she stammered, her words dissolving into a moan. She was so close, balancing on the knife’s edge of release, yet we all knew she wouldn't be allowed to tip over just yet.

Skylar leaned back, giving her space but not taking his eyes off her. "You’ve already come once," he said softly. "You don't get to come until we've all had our fill, does she, Bash?"

“No, she doesn’t,” I said. “I want to watch you like this for a bit longer. You’re so fucking exquisite.”

Zane's thrusts grew a fraction faster, a bit more urgent. Justice's body responded instinctively, meeting each of his movements with her own, despite knowing that any moment of relief would be fleeting. Her hands released their grip on my arms and slid down to Zane's, trying to pull him deeper, harder.

"Please," she begged again, her voice cracking with the intensity of her need. "Zane, please..."

But it was Skylar who answered her plea. "After he finishes, then you can have me. Then you can come as many times as you want."

The promise hung in the air, thick with anticipation. Justice's eyes shot to mine again, searching for something—reassurance, perhaps, or release.

“I want to watch Zane dripping out of you,” I said.

"Fuck," Zane muttered, his voice rough with desire. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss as he began to move faster, each thrust accompanied by the slick sound of their joined bodies. Justice's moans grew louder, more desperate, her fingers digging into his arms as she tried to anchor herself.

Skylar and I watched, entranced by the sight before us. There was something almost hypnotic about the way Zane moved inside her, his eyes never leaving hers, completely attuned to every gasp and whimper that escaped her lips. It was a dance of raw passion and control, a perfect embodiment of their relationship.

"Oh my god," Justice whimpered. "Zane... please..."

He grunted in response, his hips snapping forward with a force that made her cry out. But even as his movements grew more urgent, he maintained that maddeningly deliberate pace, pulling back just enough to keep her teetering on the edge.

I reached between Justice and me, finding the swollen bud of her clit and rubbing gentle circles against it while my other hand continued its assault on her nipples. Her body jerked in response, every muscle coiled tight as she tried to push herself closer to that elusive climax.

"That's right," Skylar murmured from beside us.

He had a hand on himself now, stroking slowly in time with Zane’s thrusts. "Feel everything. Remember this."

Justice was beyond words, her breaths coming in short, ragged bursts. Her eyes were wild, flicking between the three of us as if she couldn't decide where to focus. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the air electric with our combined need.

Zane's pace quickened, his control starting to fray at the edges. Each thrust now was accompanied by a growl or a grunt, his composure giving way to raw animal desire. Justice's body met him eagerly, her hips rising to match his every stroke.

"I'm so close," Zane warned, his voice strained. "Justice..."

She clasped his face in her hands, pulling him down for a kiss that was all hunger and desperation. He broke away, his forehead resting against hers as he gave a few final, hard thrusts.

With a guttural moan, Zane tensed, his body rigid as he spilled into her. Justice held him tight, savoring the heat of him inside her, the rough cadence of his breathing in her ear. He stayed there for a moment, letting the last waves of his orgasm wash over him before slowly pulling out.

Justice's body ached with the emptiness Zane left behind, her every nerve screaming for the release that had been so cruelly postponed. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to channel the searing frustration into something she could endure.

Zane rolled to the side, his chest heaving, and gave Justice a lingering touch on her thigh. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice still thick with the afterglow.

Skylar moved in then, his hands tracing patterns on Justice’s flushed skin. "Your turn," he said to me, his eyes glinting with mischief and lust. He knew I had the most control, the most restraint. If anyone could stretch this out longer, it was me.

I shifted Justice so she was lying on her side, facing me, and gently stroked her hair out of her face. She looked utterly wrecked, in the most beautiful way possible. Her lips were swollen from kisses, her eyes heavy-lidded with unfulfilled desire.

"Bash," she whispered, a plea and a promise all in one breath.

I kissed her softly, almost chastely, and let my fingers trail down her body with the lightest of touches. Every brush of my skin against hers made her flinch and shudder; she was wound so tight that even the gentlest caress was almost too much for her. I loved seeing her like this: vulnerable, desperate, completely at our mercy.

"Don't worry," I said softly into her ear. "We'll take good care of you."

Justice's eyes flicked to Skylar, then back to me. She knew what was coming, and despite her current state, I could see the spark of excitement in her gaze. She trusted us implicitly, knew that we would push her to her limits but never beyond.

But fuck. I needed to make this last.

I needed to be inside her for as long as I could. And I didn’t know how long I was going to be able to hold back.