111. Thea
Chapter 111
Thea
W olfe made it back to the hotel before Holden did. He was a sweaty mess and looked so relaxed; he was damn near floating. Maybe I should’ve taken Finn’s suggestion to beat Pax’s ass. Holden showed up while Wolfe was in the shower, and Pax ordered dinner while we were waiting.
Finn and Holden included him in our plans because they’re trying to mend their relationship with him, so I didn’t put up too much of a fight about him coming along. He’s basically background noise and hasn’t done anything suspicious.
We’re discussing our day over our meal. Finn recaps his trip to campus, but this time he leaves out the part about his date. Pax’s job was to find out what he could about the fire. Sixty years is a long time, but we figured there could be some people that remember hearing their parents talking about it. Or maybe learned about it in school. That lead was a bust, and Wolfe didn’t fare much better at the gym. They both said the age demographic was too young.
The welcome center had photos of the original town layout, including the archives, and gave a walking tour of what they called the historical district. The tour guide kept going on about the old post office system. I pretended to be excited too, but was really bored out of my mind. Who cares about snail mail?
Holden tells us the articles in the library say the fire was ruled accidental, caused by sparks in a bad circuit box. All-in-all, this trip turns out to be a waste of time. We finish our food and the guys tell me they’re tired, and head off to the room they’re sharing. I get bored watching tv and crawl into bed, prepared to spend the night staring up at the ceiling.
The adjoining door between rooms opens, casting light from the other side. Wolfe stands in the doorway with a beer in his hand. “You’re still up.”
“You know me. Sleep doesn’t come easy.”
He motions for me to join him. “You need to see something.”
Crawling out of bed, I walk into the other room. There are two six packs on the table. “What’s all this?” I ask. Holden’s got pages upon pages of papers all over the beds and floors.
Handing me a beer, Finn says, “We’re following up on a lead.”
“What kind of lead requires beer, copy paper, and duct tape?”
He grumbles, “We didn’t have to use the duct tape, and the beer came afterwards.”
“So when you say, following, you mean it’s already done. And all of you went. Without me?”
Pax says, “We didn’t go to karaoke. So relax.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Paxton.”
“Why not? I hear you like being bossed around.”
“I do when orgasms come with it. But since you’re just flapping your jaws and it’s nowhere near my pussy, kindly shut the fuck up.”
“It can be.”
Wolfe says, “As much as I’d love to hear the rest of this banter, now is not the time. Yes, Thea. We followed up on a lead without you. We didn’t want you anywhere near this.”
“I should be a part of tracking down clues, since my team building clue helped get us here.” I take a calming breath. I know why they didn’t take me. My being here with them without my guards is risky. “So, what was the lead?”
Finn says, “Holden found the insurance company that handled the claim for the fire. It’s a local company, and they still had the claims records on file. The copy paper is because we literally made copies of everything. We thought it would raise too much suspicion to use their paper.”
“And the tape?”
“That was for if there was a guard that needed to be tied up. Like I said, we didn’t have to use it.” He sounds really sad about it too.
Holden says, “There’s a lot to weed through since the claim was for the building damage. But the adjuster included the valuables inside. These are pictures of what was left of the files.”
I walk further into the room, finding a spot on the floor. “Okay, let’s see what you found.”
We’ve been sorting through the paperwork for about thirty minutes when Finn picks up a picture of a leather-bound book and says, “Looks like the Ad Exec isn’t the only one who liked this journal.”
“It’s not a journal. It’s an accounting ledger.” Holden points to the stack of papers on his right. “I’ve got two other pictures just like it. One of the photos has a side-by-side view of the first two pages. ”
I grab the pile he’s showing us. The cover has a Roman numeral ten on it. Holden says, “Wait. This is the type of book you stole?”
“Yup.”
Finn answers, “I didn’t have a reason to, since I was told it was basically the dude’s diary. Thea was gone, and I was in a hurry to get back to town so I could round up more suspects. The last thing on my mind was reading about some stranger’s inner thoughts and weird sex dreams.”
“Do you remember seeing a number on the cover?”
Finn purses his lips as he thinks about it. “It was the roman numeral eight, with the initials T.M.”
“You’re sure?” Holden asks.
“Positive.”
I’m stretched back out on my bed, willing my body to sleep, but it’s no use. I’m still too wired from all the reading I did earlier. The door between the rooms opens a little wider and Finn walks through it, coming over to the bed. Leaning on my elbow, I ask, “What are you doing?”
“I knew you’d be up, so I came over to watch tv so I don’t disturb the other three.”
“You did, huh?”
“Yup.”
“Then why are you getting into bed?” I ask as he cuddles up next to me.
“There’s probably nothing on.” He grips my hip, pulling me flush against him, slowly grinding against me. “Besides, you need your rest.”
“I was resting fine on my own.”
“If that were true, you wouldn’t be wide awake. I can help you get to sleep.” Kissing the back of my neck, he says, “You know, orgasms are good for that.”
I do know, and that doesn’t sound like such a bad idea right now. I move his hand between my legs. “Go on and be helpful, then.”
“Mmm. You sure?”
I nod, turning my head to kiss him. Each brush of his hand makes me wetter. The bed dips in front of me and a hand brushes across my breasts. I don’t need to see who it is. Holden’s firm grip leaves no room for doubt about who’s touching me there. He pushes my shirt over them, his lips grazing across my skin.
“What do we have here?” Wolfe asks from the doorway. I drag my mouth away from Finn’s kisses to look at him. “Finn offered to help me fall asleep.”
“Interesting bedtime routine he’s showing you.”
Finn says, “There is no better remedy for relieving tension than an orgasm.”
Wolfe walks closer, staring down at us. Holden hasn’t stopped his assault on my tits, and Finn’s hand is still rubbing between my legs. He’s shirtless, his sleep pants hanging low on his hips. “Do you have room for one more?”
I know what he’s asking. Can I deal with another person in bed? I don’t know the answer, but I think I want to try. He reaches out his hand to pull me to a sitting position, then leans over to kiss me. Finn kisses my right shoulder while Holden nibbles on my left.
My body flushes as my temperature spikes. They’re crowding me, three sets of hands touching me, and there’s nowhere else to go. Their scents fill the air, making my head swim.
The months I was gone, I didn’t want to be touched. I never thought I’d be able to tolerate being touched again. But right now, I have none of those issues. I’m panting, desperate for more. “Something wrong, Pet?”
“Nope.”
Wolfe stands there watching, an encouraging smile on his face. “Are you just gonna watch?” I say it as a joke, but maybe two other guys is a bit much form him.
He kisses me again, slow drugging kisses which make me soft and compliant. The last bit of nerves I have melt away. Then says, “Yes, Sweetness, I’m gonna stand here and watch.”
“Just watch?”
“I’ll watch for a while, then I’ll join in. I can’t wait to see how you look with every hole filled, just like we talked about.”
“What if I can’t?”
He kisses me again. “Then we won’t. You’re in control. We only take this as far as you want to.”
It’s one thing to talk about it. Or to be with each of them separately, but this is gonna shift our dynamic again. Is he really okay with sharing me like this? “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely, Thea. I want to see you live out your fantasy. And mine.”
“Your fantasy is…”
“To watch you fall apart over and over again. To watch you take orders. To watch you give up total and complete control.” He drags his lips across my ear. “To watch you be the perfect fuck toy. A slut for our cocks. Dripping with my cum. I want to watch you do whatever I say to make me happy. My perfectly sweet, good girl.”
I make a noise in the back of my throat, and he asks, “What’s wrong, Sweetness?”
I can’t answer, but I’m imaging all those things and I want them too. His voice is the lure of evil tempting me to sin.
“When you think you’ve been used all up? When you think your pussy can’t take any more dick. When you’re so sore, it hurts to move your legs. I’m gonna hold you open and push you even further over the edge until you feel completely and utterly spent. Am I right about you, Thea? Are you up for the challenge?”
“Yes.” I say without hesitation. Deacon speaks my love language. I’m always up for a challenge.
He chuckles darkly against my ear. “Good fucking girl.”
He nods at Finn and Holden and they resume what we were doing before he came in. Holden shifts behind me, resting his back against the headboard, and pulls me onto his lap, removing my shirt, while Finn scoots down, dragging my sleep shorts off. He tosses them away, then places my right leg over his shoulder and begins feasting on me.
“Oh, shit.” I grunt as Holden rolls my nipples between his fingers.
“You doing okay, Thea?” Wolfe asks, from his place at the foot of the bed. I nod, unable to speak. Two people. Two people are touching me and I’m fine. Holden’s hand skates up to my throat and rests there. Slowly, he increases the pressure on it, while Wolfe walks over to the other side of the bed, holding my bandana in his hands. I stiffen as he wraps it around my head, taking away my ability to see. Holden removes his hands and Finn’s no longer between my legs. I can’t see or hear anything. I yelp when someone grabs my hands, rolling me onto my side.
“You’re okay, Sweetness. It’s still just us.” When the panic comes, I want you to use your senses to figure who’s touching you.” I try to do as he asks, but I’m blinded and my body is on alert, prepared for an attack.
Another hand drags along my arm, then another across my nipples. Fingers on my clit. Then someone blows along my spine. The touches are light, playful. My skin tingles, and that tinge of panic is still there.
No one speaks, as they grab and lick, pinch and suck on my skin, ignoring my attempts to pull away from the hands holding me in place. I’m panting and begging to have my hands free. Then, there are fingers. Inside me. Who is it? Wolfe said to use my senses, so I try to concentrate on the touch. The callouses on the hands, the pressure they use.
The more I focus, the easier it is for me to breathe, and the more I can feel the sensation. They’re not hurting me. The hold on my wrists isn’t the biting steel of the cuffs. It’s a firm hold, thumbs massaging the pressure points in my wrists. The hands on my breast aren’t punishing. They’re kneading and reverent fingers brushing over my nipples. The discomfort turns to warmth and I feel the beginning hints of pleasure.
“That’s it, Thea.” Wolfe coos. “Let us make you feel good. That’s all we want to do to you.”
That’s what I want too. I release a shaky breath and open my legs wider for whoever’s between them. “You ready for more?” He asks.
I nod, but he says, “Use your words, Thea.”
“Yes. I’m- I’m ready for more.”
Lips brush against my ears, and then there’s a sinister hint of danger, etched in a command, when Wolfe says, “Do it.”
My hands are pulled behind me, fingers dig into my face, then a cock is shoved into my mouth. I gag at the forceful entry. It retreats, but I have no time to recover before it’s down my throat again.
Hands hold my head down, forcing me to swallow as much as I can. I hear opposing words in my ears. One voice calls me a dirty little slut, the other is saying I’m such a good girl. I crave more of each.
“Swallow all of him, Sweetness. Let me see what that throat can do.”
I gag. Even taking half an inch more has my eyes watering and my throat spasming. My stomach heaves like I’m going to puke. My face is damp. A mixture of snot, spit and tears. None of that matters to them. A hand brushes over the top of my head and says. “You look so beautiful choking on it.”
I feel something cool hitting the crevice between my ass cheeks. The sensation of fingers probing that place has me freezing on the spot.
“Keep going.” Holden’s voice orders. I think it’s his hands in my hair, but I know it’s not his cock in my mouth. There are no piercings. That means this is Finn. He said he’d want my mouth and Holden’s hands around my throat.
I groan, as fingers toy with my ass, dipping inside, stretching me out. Another set of hands plays with clit, and a third toy with my nipples. One second there are fingers inside my pussy, the next second they’re gone. I’m being overwhelmed with touches and kisses. Hands grip my hair, pulling me off the cock in front of me, then I’m being kissed. My moans swallowed by the person ravishing my mouth.
I’m never able to adjust to who is where because they change positions all the time, rotating around me, turning and posing me the way they want. Right now, I think I’m in a reverse cowgirl position. I feel the knees of the person below me on the outside of my thighs. He thrusts up into me and I beg, “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“I need to-,” I gasp. “Let me cum.”
“Not yet, Rey, but soon,” Holden says from my left.
Soon isn’t soon enough. The edging goes on for what seems like hours. Spit and tears crust my face. My skin’s coated in sweat.
They swap again. Holden is underneath me . I can feel his piercings. He pushes inside me in one brutal thrust. I gasp at the intrusion, but there’s nowhere to go, because someone’s behind me, holding me in place. My head is yanked to the right and I’m being kissed again, as the person behind me works his way into my ass, followed by my third lover taking my mouth. They fuck me, changing the depth and rhythm of their thrusts. Sometimes they alternate. Sometimes they’re in synch and sometimes it’s one at a time.
“Oh, fuck, of fuck.” I whimper. The swollen head of a cock pushes into my mouth and I can’t say anything else.
“Such a good little fuck toy, Rey.”
Wolfe agrees. “Such a good girl, taking our cocks like this. Letting us use you like this.”
Finn adds, “Pet, you’re so perfect for us.”
I’m losing control. My body quivers and all the tension and pressure explodes in an overwhelming release of pleasure. “Oh god. I can’t. Oh, fuck, I’m cum-ming. Ah-ugh.” My release is never-ending. I feel wetness gushing down my legs. My body is stuck in a loop. “I can’t. Stop cum-ming.”
They continue their assaults on my pussy, repositioning me once more, and Finn pushes into my pussy with Holden. I’m stretched and fuller than I’ve ever been before. I last three strokes before I’m shaking again. I’m floating and then falling, my limbs heavy, as I slip into the abyss of unconsciousness.