Chapter 20
CHAPTER
TWENTY
Ezra
Holy fucking shit.
Berlyn is a goddess.
I knew tonight was going to be a huge night for us, I never expected for her to lean into us so much. Before any alcohol passed her lips, she was ours.
Summer knew it. Berlyn knew it. We might have been the last to realize.
There’s no longer any doubt as I watch her fall apart between my brother’s. We hadn’t planned to push her this far as ourselves. Not tonight. But how could we ever walk away from the opportunity?
We would never leave our girl wanting.
I already slipped the mask we’ve been handing off to one another through the night back into the bag, but I double check there’s nothing that would give us away before I make my presence known.
My brothers did well, choosing a somewhat secluded back corner. There are still people near them. A lot of people. The crowd has only grown larger the later the night has gotten, but with the wall on one side, the two of their bodies are large enough to cover most of what they were doing.
Not that anyone is looking their way in the first place. Everyone in the backyard is too drunk to look twice at anyone but the person they’re trying to fuck. It suits our needs perfectly.
Jude barely gives Berlyn a break after her first orgasm before getting her started all over again.
“What a pretty picture to come back to,” I say, announcing my presence and stepping closer to them until Berlyn really is surrounded only by us.
Jude breaks the kiss, but West doesn’t stop whatever the fucker is doing under her dress. From his smirk and her blissed out look, whatever it is, it’s good. Something I want to be a part of.
Berlyn’s eyes dilate as they meet mine and her tongue darts out to swipe across her lips. “Ezra,” she says, but it sounds more like a moan.
My cock twitches in my jeans and I need to give her another reason to moan my name.
“Weston,” she attempts to scold but her body is chasing the high his skilled fingers are giving her, completely contradicting her tone.
Jude chuckles, running his tongue along her exposed throat.
“Don’t worry, Baby Girl,” he soothes and her teeth sink into her lower lip.
“Ezra’s used to cleaning up our messes.” I snort, this is true enough, though this is a mess of an entirely different sort.
“Should we show him how messy we made you?” he asks and Berlyn’s eyes fall shut, her head tipping back against West’s chest. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he murmurs almost to himself.
West nods and lifts Berlyn from his grip on her thighs and turns her. She squeaks in surprise, but rests her hands on Jude’s shoulders to balance herself. The four of us move together simultaneously until West’s back is blocking out the majority of the crowd’s view of Berlyn.
He spreads her legs wider and Jude steps to the side, letting me take his place.
“Did you let my brothers make a mess of you, Little Rabbit?” I ask her, sliding my hand over her calf, running over her stocking. Using her nicknames is risky. One I wouldn’t normally be a fan of taking. But between the alcohol and the drugs, none of the night will be clear to her.
We’re only a week away from our grand finale and I want her to make the connections at least subconsciously. The more wrapped together we are with her stalker in her mind, the better for our plan. For our reveal. For her pleasure.
Her lip sinks into her lower lip as she nods slowly. Using my thumb, I pull her lip free from her assault, tracing over it.
“Do you want me to clean it up for you?”
Her eyes trace all over my face, heavy with lust and the drugs. A potent mix that I’m sure is making it hard for her to keep her thoughts straight, but she still gives me another slow nod. That’s my girl.
“Words,” West prompts. Ironic coming from him.
Berlyn licks her lips, her tongue running over my thumb. She swallows thickly. “Please, Ezra?”
A rumble of approval emanates from West’s chest. “That’s our girl,” he praises and I grow impossibly hard in my pants. Fuck, they really do paint such a pretty picture.
I glide my fingers over Berlyn’s soft stockings, pushing them down to feel the soft skin behind her knee, up to the tender skin of her inner thighs. I groan as I find exactly what my brothers did to her.
“They really did make a mess,” I hum, my fingers sliding against the slickness of her thighs. “There’s only one way to clean you up.” I drop to my knees and feel Jude stepping in closer to me, covering us as much as he can.
I don’t even care if people do see us. Let everyone here know exactly who Berlyn belongs to. I want us to mark her so thoroughly, there’s no doubt in anyone’s mind how off limits she is to anyone but us.
Berlyn moans, low and slow, as my tongue meets her inner thigh, licking up her come and swallowing it down. I take my time, making sure not a drop is left. She writhes in West’s arms, his large hands wrapped tightly around her thighs and keeps them spread for me.
Her black lace thong is pushed roughly to the side, leaving her nearly bare for me, but it’s not enough. “These are in the way,” I murmur, gripping them in my hand and ripping them from her body.
The shredding noise is loud in our little circle and Berlyn whimpers, her legs trembling in the air. “I’m going to keep these,” I say, arching a brow until she nods her permission. Putting the thong remnants into my pocket, I get back to the most important thing.
Her short dress hardly covers her wet and wanting pussy, desperate for attention and to be filled by something more than fingers. I could tease her, make her even more desperate than she already is, drag this out even further. But I don’t have the strength of will.
Her taste dances on my tongue and I’m desperate to drown in her.
She drips right in front of my eyes and I growl before chasing the drop with my tongue.
I lick Berlyn from her ass, up her slit, to her clit.
Swirling my tongue around her clit, she moans once more.
Louder and longer. My brothers chuckle somewhere above me but I’m lost in the feast before me.
The sounds she’s making cuts off and I have to assume one of my brothers is swallowing them down.
Her come explodes on my tongue, drowning out every other thought but making her feel the same ecstasy she inspires in me. Her body trembles as my tongue dips in and out of her entrance, licking through her slit, until I reach her clit once more and undulate my tongue against it.
Berlyn’s body tightens under my ministrations and she’s so damn close. A taut string being wound tighter and tighter until she’s about to snap. I want everything. All of it. To completely drown in her essence.
I don’t stop the movement of my tongue against her clit, applying as much pressure as I can and slip two fingers into her entrance. I fuck her with my tongue and fingers, curling them to rub against her g-spot.
Her walls clench around my fingers and I pick up the pace, hitting her as deeply as I can and continuously moving my fingers inside her. Her body grows so tense she’s nearly vibrating in West’s hold against my face.
A muffled moan is ripped from her throat and my face is soaked with her come as she squirts, her whole body shaking and trembling in the aftereffects of her orgasm. I continue to lick her through each wave as it passes through her, making her whimper against Jude’s lips.
I look up at her from my place on my knees between her thighs, and never have I been more turned on than in this moment. A tingling at the base of my spine is a telltale sign of how close I am to coming. Without her ever having to touch me.
West grunts from behind her and I recognize that sound. The bastard. I chuckle between Berlyn’s thighs, realizing her ass has been grinding against West’s dick this entire time. Fuck, I’d come in my pants too. I’m already so close without any friction at all.
Berlyn curls in Weston’s arms, resting her head on his chest as her eyes begin to flutter closed. “We should get home,” I suggest, rising to my full height and brushing a strand of her hair from her face.
She hums, leaning into my touch. “Summer?” she murmurs.
Jude chuckles. “Don’t worry, Baby Girl. She’s living her best life with her motorcycle dude. They already went home.”
She nods against West’s chest as he cradles her.
We get a few side eyes and smirks as we carry her out of the party, but West keeps a deadly glare on his face that stops anyone from approaching us or saying anything.
I grab Berlyn’s phone from her purse and find her message thread with Summer.
There’s already several unread messages from her, wishing Berlyn good luck tonight and saying you’re welcome for getting the hell out of dodge.
The later texts are letting her know she made it home and a reminder to be safe and let her know when Berlyn makes it home.
At least we know someone outside of the three of us will always have our girl’s back. I send a quick text letting her know it’s me and that we’re taking Berlyn home now.
Her response is fast, telling me to ignore all previous messages and she’ll kick my ass if I scroll up.
I chuckle, letting her know I’ll text her again when we get Berlyn home and slip the phone into my pocket, grabbing my keys.
By the time we reach the car and West gets Berlyn settled in the backseat, soft snores are the only sound escaping her.
“She’s so fucking cute,” Jude says, looking over his shoulder. “Let’s get our girl home.”
This night has already gone so much better than we ever could have expected.
Summer Facetimes Berlyn as soon as I text her we made it to her house. I roll my eyes as I answer. “Hello?”
“Don’t blame me for wanting to see with my own eyeballs that my girl is good.” Her gazes traces over my face, no doubt a complete mess by now, and she smirks. “Nice makeup,” she teases.