Chapter 11
ELEVEN
MOLLY
Sitting here at the table with my dad and my soon to be stepmom is awkward enough, but throw in her three sons and shit is fucking tense.
Lennon hasn’t been able to stop smiling since I told her about our interaction earlier, and the dirty bitch has told me to try the three of them out and see which one fucks the best. She says Kingston looks like a rough fuck and I should pick him first.
I loathe to admit that I have thought about the three of them. They are fucking attractive and thinking about all of them touching me the way my masked men do, has my body heating and my pussy throbbing.
When our parents stand and move about the room, speaking to the wedding planner, the three guys turn their focus to me and I suddenly feel exposed. Justin smirks as if he knows the effect their mere presence has on me.
“You look flushed, Lollie,” Brayden taunts.
I shoot him a scowl. “I think you should worry about yourself.”
“But, we’re worried about you and want to make sure all your needs are met.” I inhale sharply at Kingston’s innuendo.
“My needs are not your concern,” I grit out through clenched teeth, and shoot Len a glare when she fails to mask her laughter.
“Oh, do you have a boyfriend?” Justin taunts.
I scoff. “Nope.”
“So, you’re single?” Brayden presses.
I open my mouth to say no, but how the hell do I explain that I’m not available because I’m currently fucking three guys whose names I don’t even know?
“I’m currently seeing… someone?” I answer.
“You asking or telling us, baby?” Kingston says smugly.
I push back from the table and stand. “Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom,” I snap before marching out of the lavish dining room in search of the bathroom.
Once inside, I stand before the mirror and take a look at myself.
My cheeks are flushed and my eyes are glazed, but it’s the pulsing need in my pussy that has me groaning.
I never thought I would be the type of girl to crave sex but I am.
Fuck! I wish I could have my masked men right now and have them fuck me senseless while my stepbrothers stand outside the door and hear me scream as I shatter on their cocks.
I want them to watch me fuck my masked men and envision themselves.
“Fuck!” I hiss and clench my thighs together as the ache turns from a dull pulse to a drumbeat. My thong is drenched and my nipples are hard as ice. I shriek when the light in the bathroom shuts off. I whirl around and try to squint my eyes to see better. Was there a power outage?
I blindly feel around, trying to find my way out of here.
There aren't any windows to offer any light, so the only thing I can do is try and figure my way out of this damn bathroom!
I screech when I feel hands grip my waist. I open my mouth to scream but a hand clamps down over my mouth.
Fear spikes inside me and I try to fight to get free, but I feel someone press against my back and I scream against the hand covering my mouth, doubling down on my efforts to get free.
“We love it when you fight, birdy. ” At the sound of that nickname I stop fighting against them and melt.
Could my masked men be my stepbrothers?
No, that’s impossible, they would never look at me the way I have been looking at them.
I don’t know how they knew where I was or how they got in here but I don’t give a fuck. All I know is that them being here means they will rid me of this ache between my thighs. Without being prompted I slowly lower to my knees between them. They drop their hold on me and growl their approval.
“Where’s my other guy?” I ask.
“Right fucking here, baby.” I smile in the darkness and blindly reach for him, pulling him in closer.
The dark chuckle that escapes him only serves to heighten my desire.
“Arms behind your back, mouth open.” I eagerly obey his demand and interlock my fingers behind my back and loosen my jaw, waiting for them to fill it.
I start to tremble when I hear them undoing their pants, the fact that we could be caught at any moment sends a thrill through me.
“You make us feel good and we’ll let you pick which of our faces you get to ride to take the edge off before going back out there, birdy.” The fact that I can’t see them or know which one of my masked men is talking only adds to this seductive allure that is them.
The one standing right in front of me presses forward and fills my mouth with his cock.
I moan around his large girth when the taste of his pre-cum hits my tongue.
His growl of approval only serves to embolden my confidence.
I relax my jaw and widen my mouth, giving him better access as I reach out and grip the other two in my hands and pump them in sync with my head bobbing.
The one on my right is the one with the pierced cock and feeling that cool steel in my hand is exhilarating.
Their groans fill the empty room and the ache in my core only amps up as unfiltered need courses through me like a volcano erupting.
I release him from my mouth and turn to my left, taking the other guy into my mouth.
I keep doing this, alternating between taking them in my mouth and hands.
I’ve given head to Brady a few times and never enjoyed it, but with these guys, fuck, it’s become my new favorite hobby.
“She’s a good little slut, isn’t she, Brothers?
” the guy on my left grits out as I tighten my hold on him and pump him faster.
He hisses, bringing a smile to the edges of my lips.
“You may think you are in control, slut, but make no mistake, we’re all blowing our loads on you so when you go out there in front of your brothers and parents, you’ll reek of us.
” My eyes snap open and I begin to choke on the pierced cock in my mouth but he doesn’t let up his pace, gripping my hair and holding me in place.
“You’ll go out there knowing you’re marked and owned by us,” the guy in the middle grits out.
“Fuck, suck me harder, baby. I’m about to cum!” Giddiness thrums through me. I do as he says and bob up and down faster.
“Pump me harder, bitch. I’m about to blow,” the other guys snap. I tighten my hold on both their cocks and shiver with need, knowing they are so close and ready to unleash everything they have on my skin. Knowing I’ll be coated in their cum while I sit across from my step brothers is thrilling.
“Fuck!” the one in my mouth hisses, then pulls back. The other two pull out of my hold. I tilt my head back and pull the front of my dress down, exposing my tits.
“Mark me, make me yours,” I plead. My words seem to be their undoing, the three of them come, coating me in hot jets of their release and causing me to moan from the feeling of them on my skin.
Once they have finished, I smear my hand through the cum and rub it into my skin, then bring my hand to my mouth and lick it clean.
“You dirty little slut, you just tasted us without permission, didn’t you?” one of them growls but I can hear the need in his tone.
“You all taste so good together,” I answer. Another one of them grabs my arm and pulls me to my feet. I begin to tremble with need,.
“For that, we’re going to punish you and leave you on edge.”
My jaw drops. “You said you’d make me come!” I whine.
Another hand cups my chin and turns my head to the side to face him. “Be at the club tonight at nine, you’ll get what we promised and so much more. Tonight, you get my room of choice and I’ll make sure my brothers and I send you home with a limp in your step, birdy.”