Chapter 8
Garcia
Things I did not have on my fucking bingo card for the year.
Being secondhand blackmailed by royalty to treasure hunt.
Being secondhand bullied by a powerful syndicate to suck my best friend’s cock.
And being secondhand seduced by the aforementioned best friend – who is responsible for the first two activities as well – into finger fucking an associate’s daughter while she needily rides his dick.
I would say I’m losing except that I feel like I’m winning.
Which may just be the tequila talking.
However, I get the feeling that if I were to consult a mock jury to gauge if I’m reaching for victory or facing defeat that they would turn over a victory verdict.
In record timing.
Salay throws her wide chin towards the ceiling and leans back onto her splayed palms.
Spreads her bent legs wider.
Grants me a better view of her swollen clit.
Fuckme, that shit is practically demanding I sign away my soul on it without bothering to read a single word of the contract.
“Touch her, Master,” Zero implores at the same time he digs his fingers deeper into her sides. “Please.”
I hate the way he begs.
No.
I hate that I don’t hate the way he begs.
That I love it.
That I love him.
That I love hearing him need me to do the things I’ve hated a little part of myself for wanting to do.
“We need to take care of her,” he airily pants, vision becoming more and more hooded. “Make her ours.”
And I hate that about her.
Love it.
There is no making Salay do anything.
Never has been.
Never will be.
I know it’s one of the many things that keeps her father – aka the man I’ll be betraying when I touch her – up at night regardless of their gag order to the media on a high-profile case level of communication.
Resistance continues to run rampant despite my dick steadily swelling for another round.
“Look at me being a good boy,” Zero relentlessly baits between erratic bucks. “Look at me making her moan…”
Salay releases the sound alongside a tiny rock forward, eager for more pressure in the one place she’s not receiving it.
“Reward me,” he whines, agape mouth anxious to be mounted. “Reward me for being so good.”
If anything other than instinct were allowed in this moment, there’d be hesitation.
Reluctance.
A fraction of deliberation regarding my lips claiming his.
But there isn’t.
And I’m grateful.
And I’m even more fucking grateful over how his tongue instantly submits to mine the second they touch.
How swiftly it becomes subservient.
Allows me to lead the pacing.
The pressure.
The roughness.
And Dios Mio, do I let it get rough.
Explore every curve of the small area.
Every ridge of his teeth.
Allow them to sloppily gnash.
His lip to be bitten before breaking away to hear him cry out again.
“Your turn, Master…” escapes in a breathless, broken moan.
A harsher hit lifts her higher.
Presents her pussy further.
Practically on a pedestal.
“Make her moan now.”
My jaw lowers for a muddled rebuttal.
“Make her your slutty little princess.”
Which word breaks me is unknown.
Or is irrelevant.
Or both.
I would argue in an open court that it’s both.
What does matter is the glob of spit that lands on her tiny nub.
How her breath hitches.
How her hips buck, wordlessly pleading for me to repeat the action.
Whirl the shit around.
“Fuck, Master,” Zero huskily murmurs, his skull thumping into the headboard. “She really liked that.”
So, I do it again.
Spit in the exact same spot.
Watch her torso turn.
Twitch.
Constrict.
Scribble to memory the way her stomach muscles flex on airy huffs.
“Tell him you like it,” my best friend commands, hands yanking her down his cock, forcing her clit to bump into his base, sloppily smearing my saliva across both of them like warpaint. “Tell him you like being our slutty little princess.”
Resentment noticeably battles her bliss.
Fights to be displayed rather than delight.
She’s not accustomed to surrendering.
To anything or anyone.
And from the ceaseless crinkling of her brow, I would say it’s safe to assume she’s even less acquainted with enjoying it.
“I…” manages to leave Salay yet nothing else.
At least not until I brush my finger against her clit.
“Fu…” is attached to her knees scrapping harder against the mattress.
“You want more?” I tease in tandem with leaning closer. “Beg.”
Defiance doesn’t hesitate to invade her vision as she cuts her glare over to me; however, snatching a fistful of her currently curly hair while delivering another stroke instantly leads to her panting, “Pleaseeee…”
“Shhiiiitttt,” grumbles Zero, his own body hunching forward, “she’s so goddamn wet, Master.”
Precum slowly trickles through my slit.
Screams for someone to touch it.
Let it touch someone.
“Please…” my finger lazily skims the territory again, “what?”
Salay headily jerks against the digit in desperation for friction. “Rub.”
I tighten the grip on her hair to aid me in not immediately giving in. “And who you do you want to rub you, Princess?”
“You.”
“And who am I?”
Her teeth clamp down on her bottom lip demonstrating exactly how hard she’s contending.
How close she is to cracking.
“Say it, baby,” Zero grunts on a sharper thrust.
Another tremble tears through her unsteady frame.
“Let him have you.”
One hand reaches out to cup her own tit.
“Become his.”
Whimpers leak themselves past their enclosure.
“Become ours.”
“One word,” precedes me tugging her entire body in my direction so that I can growl against her ear. “All I need is that one word, Princess.”
And it comes.
Perfectly.
Made mostly made of air.
Sprinkled with sass.
“Master.”
Gentle caresses aren’t up for discussion.
Hell, they’re not even up for consideration.
Frantically rubbing to the same forceful pacing of my hair pulling is accompanied by a snarled, “Muy. Buena.” Ignoring her huff of unruliness to focus on matching Zero’s accelerating speed is simple. “Such a good, slutty, little princess taking his cock like this.”
Two sets of deeper moans flood my ears.
Overwhelm my faculties.
Push me to practically crawl in between them.
“You gonna take his cum too?”
“So close,” Zero announces on a throw of his chest forward.
Forward just enough for me to pretzel myself over it and steal a taste of the sweat coating his nipple.
It’s so fucking salty.
Yet sweet.
Perfect.
He’s. Perfect.
She’s. Perfect.
Why do I get the inkling we’re perfect together?
“Fuccckkkkkk,” groans the younger man, letting one hand relocate to the back of my head to keep me pinned in place.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” Clamping my teeth down gets the result I’m expecting.
“Come!” The hiss almost instantly transitions into a howl.
“She’s coming!” High pitched mewls encourage my hand movements to relish in being drenched and rapidly persist. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Another hard bite is taken. “I’m coming!”
All three of our bodies remain tangled as we each incessantly quake and brazenly bellow until I’m savagely ripping her off of him and throwing her down into position for me.
I don’t wait – can’t wait – for Zero to move his legs.
I can’t wait – won’t wait – for Salay to catch her breath.
Replacing my dick with his, burying his cum, back inside her, not giving it a chance to go anywhere else is the only fucking thing that matters.
“You don’t spill either, Princess.” Covering her entire frame with mine precedes one sharp pound.
“You be a good girl.” Another. “You hold that shit.” Another.
“You don’t make a mess unless Master allows it. ”
“Yes, Master,” unexpectedly escapes around her labored breathing.
“You belong to us now.” Smashing her onto our partner’s legs creates pain. Pleasure. Obsession. “Both of us.” He flexes his legs, and she arches her back across it. “Say it.”
“I…” her slick muscles clamp down to make the proclamation before her mouth can, prompting me to fuck her harder. And faster. And faster. And harder. “Yours.”
Steeping my cock into the amalgamation of her juices and his cum on its own is enough to get my balls drawing up, praying for permission to be emptied, yet the unforeseen pressure of a wet digit suddenly being rolled around against my back hole makes it impossible not to blow.
“Fuck!” I bark, head thrown back into unfathomable ecstasy. “Fuck!”
“Come for us, Master,” Zero wolfishly grumbles at the same time he applies just a bit more force. “Make a mess and we’ll use my face to clean it up.”
Salay heaves herself into the last of my thrusts causing her nipples to callously collide into my lightly hairy chest. She breathes less and less and less, yet simultaneously screams more and more and more as her nails desperately scratch my arms.
His legs.
The covers.
The mattress.
Just when I think I’ve managed to claw back the very tail end of coming, she reaches one hand up and grips my throat, summoning my stare back to hers. “Reward your good little fuck toys, Master.”
One additional push deeper into my asshole following her demand sends me over the edge.
Inhumane roars rattle my entire build while searing surge on top of surge fills her tight little pussy, inevitably spilling past our connection, leaving me with no choice but to stumble back.
Watch my cum…his cum…her cum…our…cum…paint her lower lips a shade of white I know I’ll never get tired of seeing.
Thoughtlessly, I catch the glob of the thickness, drag it back inside, and grunt, “We’re not fucking done with you yet, Princess…”