Chapter 15 #2
West moves the focus of the camera down to her art and it’s my turn to chuckle. Berlyn drew what has to be herself sleeping in bed, but there’s little detail to that part of the drawing. Her focus went to the three other beings surrounding the bed. Not humans, not monsters, not even animals.
“Her shadows.”
We’ve known she’s called us as such for a while. She does talk to herself quite a bit when she’s working through an idea or a problem. It’s been a source of amusement for us for a long time, because once again she has no idea how right she is.
We are her shadows, always with her even when she can’t see or feel us. We never leave her side, no matter the time of day.
“She drew three of them,” Ezra says in awe.
“You think she’s putting the pieces together?”
West also turns to look at Ezra, awaiting his answer to my question. “At least on some level, yeah,” he agrees and real hope flares in my chest.
It’s not fear or disgust that Berlyn is looking at what she created with. It’s desire.
The shadows she drew have no real forms, they’re wisps of darkness swirling around her like a black fog. She traces her fingers over the finished sketch, her fingertips pausing on where black tendrils twine around and caress her sleeping form.
“There’s no way,” she says to herself, shaking her head. The words almost too quiet to hear over her music. Her laugh is easier to catch as she looks at the drawing and at her bed. Back and forth, back and forth. Hundreds of questions dancing in her eyes.
“She’s going to convince herself it isn’t real,” Ezra predicts.
I wish I could argue and disagree with him, but I know he’s right. “We just have to start leaving her hints again,” I counter. She’s ready for more. She wants more. The desire is right there, written plainly on her face.
“Fuck,” West moans and my dick instantly hardens in my sweats.
I shove him with my shoulder, groaning, “Don’t do that.”
He makes a wild gesture to the screen, pointing out where Berlyn has set the drawing to the side and is reaching into her bedside table. “Fuck,” I echo, making him laugh.
Ezra is the last to notice what our girl is up to and is quick to shut his own laptop and set it to the side. It would be rude to allow for any distractions when our girl is about to put on a show for us.
Even if she doesn’t know we’re watching.
A familiar pink vibrator is in her hand as she pulls it out of the drawer and I’m smug as I smirk at West. To think he didn’t want me to replace the one the cops confiscated. How boring that would have been?
His shoulder brushes against mine but he doesn’t bother to start an argument, too focused on the way Berlyn is slipping her leggings down her legs. I have to stifle a groan when I realize she’s not wearing any underwear.
“She’s already wet,” E says, an edge of desperation in his voice that we all feel. God, the first time I’m able to really feel our girl drip down my chin, my fingers, my cock. I can barely wait for the moment all our fantasies collide.
I grip my cock through my sweats and squeeze, attempting to ease off some of the desperate desire I feel for her.
It doesn’t take long for Berlyn’s moans to fill our speakers. West is the first to break and pull his dick free from the confines of his pants, but as if gaining permission, Ezra and I are both quick to follow.
I’m so hard, I ache, already leaking precum from the tip of my dick.
Berlyn drags the tip of the vibrator through her folds, holding it against her clit as she writhes under the vibrations before pushing it back down and inserting it. Her hips undulate, taking the vibrator deeper into her.
Fucking hell.
What is it that she’s picturing in that mind of hers?
Shadows draped over her body as she sleeps, touching her, bringing her pleasure. Is she seeing the Ghostface mask behind those closed eyes? Wondering who her stalker is? Or is she thinking about West and their date? Wishing he would have kissed her? A mixture of all of the above?
Is there a world where she fantasizes about me? About all three of us taking her at the same time?
Berlyn rides the vibrator in a way that makes it impossible to not imagine her in my lap, taking my hard length the same way. My hand moves faster and the sound of my brothers’ moans mix with hers, making my need grow sharper.
She reaches, grabbing her phone and I slow my hand, running my hand over the tip of my dick and collecting the wetness to drag back down my length.
Berlyn never watches porn to get herself off.
She’s always used her own imagination, usually taking inspiration from her books.
I’ve never seen her reach for her phone like this though.
Curiosity and lust fight for dominance, but fuck am I glad to be paying attention. It isn’t porn she pulls up on her phone at all. It’s the video of Ezra in his mask.
“Oh fuck,” he growls when he realizes.
Berlyn’s back arches off the bed as she moans, her body shaking and tumbling as a violent orgasm rips through her body, her entire focus and desire centered on the fantasy we created for her.
A few more pumps of my hand and I’m spilling into my hand, a low moan ripped from my throat. Warmth splatters my hand and arm only a moment later and I find Weston grinning at me, desire still burning in his blue gaze.
“You’re a dick,” I say without any real heat even as I lift my hand to lick our mixed come from it. His gaze hardens, losing the amusement and flaring with lust once more.
On his other side, Ezra’s hand has slowed as he still watches Berlyn. More specifically watching Berlyn watch him and the notorious little wave that will go down in our history. “Want some help, E?”
West turns to look and realizes he still hasn’t finished and arches a brow.
“She’s really fantasizing about us,” E says in wonder, gripping the base of his cock. He’s always been more into edging himself than either of us have been.
I trade looks with West and we both smirk. He smacks Ezra’s hand away and gets on his knees in front of him while I rewind the video of Berlyn getting off.
“West,” E moans, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
“Don’t do that, Pretty Boy,” I whisper in his ear. “Watch our girl. How well she takes our gift while she watches you. Just imagine how good she’s going to feel wrapped around you.” His body begins to tremble, his breathing quickening. “How wet she’s going to be for us.”
“Jude,” he moans my name, a sad attempt at a warning but it only encourages me more.
I watch her on the screen. “Look at how desperate she is to feel us. Her shadows touching her, consuming her, taking up every inch of her. Do you think she’s thinking about being on her knees for you?
It being her mouth wrapped around you, swallowing around your hard cock while she looks up into the black eyes of that mask? ”
Remembering what it was like to be in the position is enough to make my own dick twitch. Too soon to really grow hard once more, but damn does he want to.
“Berlyn can have you in her mouth, making you feel oh so good while West and I fuck her together. Fill her with all three of us so she never has another reason to use that toy we gave her.”
Ezra gasps and moans, long and low while West takes him to the back of his throat. He laughs and falls back into the couch cushions, no more tension in his body. West is smiling as he swallows E’s come and releases his dick and gently tucking him back in his pants.
“You’re both dicks,” E accuses, taking my laptop to go back to the livestream. Berlyn is all cleaned up now, dressed in her pajamas and crawling into bed as she studies her sketch.
I shrug, finishing cleaning myself up. “You had to finish. We’ve got shit to do tonight.” There’s an extra bounce in my step now. Everything is coming together. We’re all here. Berlyn wants us, even if she doesn’t quite realize it, and we have a fucker to make disappear.
E nods his agreement, his own excitement brimming. “Let’s get to work, boys. Our girl is waiting for us.”