Chapter 21 #2
Reece shouldered Nash aside, and the younger Merc’s cock slid from Fairchild’s mouth, stretching wet strands of saliva as it departed.
Reece was every bit as hard and ready as his comrade, but he didn’t fill her mouth as she was expecting.
Instead, he gave her a shove, and Dutton simultaneously rolled to one side, keeping her impaled on his hard shaft.
The result was that Fairchild ended up reclining with her legs open wide and her pussy exposed to the crowd.
She was so ready to feel Reece down there, she almost forgot to stay in character and fight him off.
She snapped her legs shut, but Reece forced them open again. She pushed against his chest, begging him to stop, but he ignored her pleas and mounted her with a snarl.
He entered her in one brutal thrust.
Fairchild forced herself to scream, “No!” She even managed to make it sound convincing.
The two men started fucking her then, Reece in front and Dutton behind, their cocks sliding in and out of her body in a perfect, alternating rhythm. The double pressure massaged her insides in ways a single cock could never do.
It didn’t take her long to start coming, and as she did, her eyes brushed across the box where Slayn was sitting and watching. His opera glasses were pressed to his face. He was grinning from ear to ear.
Fairchild suppressed a shiver of disgust. It made her feel so violated to be watched by that man, but she forced herself to endure it.
All the more reason to kill him when the time came.
As the first wave of her orgasm passed, Nash reappeared beside her, giving her an excuse to turn her face away from Slayn’s lecherous stare.
Maybe the young Merc was being possessive of her again, or maybe he had simply sensed her unease.
Either way, Fairchild put up no resistance as Nash grabbed her hair and shoved his cock inside her mouth again.
The salty flavor of his precum spread across her tongue, and the odor of his skin filled her senses.
All three of them were inside her now, hard and thrusting. Her body was no longer her own. It belonged to the Mercs now, a shared possession for them to use however they saw fit. The trust required was immense—a trust that only warriors truly know.
A Merc was not supposed to surrender, but Fairchild surrendered now. She let her teammates have their way with her.
She let them have it all.
Dutton was the first to finish, and he did so with a roar, his climax gushing into her in warm, thick spurts that made her moan with pleasure.
Nash followed a moment later, releasing his first few pulses into her mouth before pulling out and shooting the rest of it across her face. The crowd roared with applause.
But the show wasn’t over. Not yet. Reece still hadn’t finished.
Fairchild would have felt it if he had.
Beneath her, Dutton carefully withdrew his cock from her ass, and the better part of his load came flowing out after him, forming a sticky puddle on the stage between Fairchild’s legs.
He stood and started pulling up his pants.
Nash had already finished doing the same.
They swiveled their heads, as if looking down the two ends of the fictitious alleyway.
“Better get a move on, boss,” Nash said. “Shouldn’t hang around here too long.”
“Shut up!” Reece snapped. “Don’t rush me. Don’t you dare rush me.”
He lifted Fairchild for a moment before roughly setting her down again on her back, so her head was facing the side of the stage. Then he took her even harder and deeper than before. The wet sounds of his thrusting could be heard throughout the entire theater.
“I’m gonna give this woman something to remember me by,” he snarled.
Fairchild’s eyes widened in mock surprise.
“Wait!” she shouted. “Don’t!”
“Shut up,” Reece growled.
He picked up the tempo, fucking her harder and faster, and the theater filled with the sound of skin slapping skin. Fairchild tossed her head back and wailed, begging him to stop, begging him not to finish inside her.
But her pussy was begging for something else, something only Reece could feel.
It was tensing and relaxing around him, sucking him like a mouth, silently begging to be filled with his seed.
And when it finally came, it was more than he had ever spilled inside her before.
So much that it had already started to leak out of her long before he finished.
Fairchild came with him, long and hard, until her mind nearly blanked from the pleasure.
When Reece was finally finished, he pulled out of her, and his semen came leaking out, all warm and thick. He turned her to face the audience, and she kept her legs open, so everyone could see.
Reece flashed a wicked smile. “Something to remember me by,” he said.
And in that moment, Fairchild wished it was true. She wished she hadn’t taken her pill that morning. She knew it was fucked up, but she wished.
Reece stood and stuffed himself back into his jeans as the curtains started to close. Before they did so completely, Fairchild sent one last glance in Slayn’s direction.
He was smiling in satisfaction.