Chapter 38 Willow #2
“I want that,” I murmur. “Please.”
“Fucking hell.” Ransom looks almost strung out with desire as he tugs off his shirt and then drops his hand to the button of his pants, shucking off his clothes quickly. Malice follows suit, and I drink in the sight of them.
They’re both so beautiful in their own ways.
Malice is all hard edges and sharp angles, big enough to be a threat no matter what he’s doing.
His scars and tattoos stand out in the light in the living room, and he makes no move to hide them, just like always.
And then there’s Ransom, muscled in a leaner way, charming and sweet and so fucking handsome.
“Love when you look at me like that, angel.”
He grins as he catches me staring at him, and my eyes drop down to his cock, fully hard and jutting out from his body.
“Come here,” I whisper.
He kneels in front of me, putting his cock right in front of my face. The sight of the light glinting off his row of piercings makes my mouth water, but before I can move to take him between my lips, Malice moves in behind me.
He’s such a massive presence that I can’t help but be aware of him, and I hold my breath as he grabs twin handfuls of my ass, spreading my cheeks so nothing is hidden from him.
He drags a finger along the puckered hole there, and I gasp sharply, surprised by the sudden fierce pulse of desire that shoots through me. I’m no longer crying, I realize. The wild tangle of emotions that threatened to swamp me earlier feels more distant now, less intense and overwhelming.
Fingers tangle in my hair, and Ransom catches my attention, drawing my focus back to him.
His cock is only an inch from my face, a bead of precum leaking from the tip, and I give in to the desire to taste him, dipping my head and dragging my tongue along his shaft.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Your mouth is so damned perfect.”
I let myself explore him, feeling his piercings, rolling my tongue over the places where metal goes through flesh and listening to the way Ransom’s breathing changes as he starts to get more turned on.
His skin is clean and salty, and there’s a slight metallic tang from the piercings, but it all works together to make my mouth water, saliva coating his length.
“Come on, angel,” Ransom urges, his hips pressing forward a little. “Let me feel how good you can be.”
My eyes flash up to his face as I take him deeper into my mouth. I go slow to begin with, working my way down, rubbing my tongue along the underside of his shaft.
Ransom lets out a low, ragged breath, and I start bobbing my head a bit faster, settling into it and letting it keep my head clear.
Behind me, Malice’s large hands are still kneading my ass cheeks, gripping me and spreading me open as if he can’t get enough of the sight.
When he finally lets go, he draws one hand back and delivers a sharp slap to my ass, making me cry out around Ransom’s cock.
The sting fades almost immediately, turning into a burning heat that makes me moan.
“You like that?” Malice growls, and I whine softly around Ransom’s cock, doing my best to nod a little without releasing him from my mouth.
“I think that’s a yes,” Ransom pants.
Malice chuckles darkly. “Good. Because I need you nice and soaked for me, Solnyshka. You’ve got me so fucking hard, I’m gonna batter this pussy until you beg for mercy.”
He presses inside me, taking his time, going slowly enough that I can feel every single inch of his cock as it fills me up.
I let out a strangled sound that comes out muffled from Ransom’s dick in my mouth, and my body leans into the burning stretch of Malice working his way into me. It feels so good. The pleasure of it buzzes under my skin, making me feel almost high. Euphoric.
They start off at a measured pace, Malice drawing his cock out in long strokes and then pushing back in, filling me up over and over again. Ransom keeps time with him, working his own hips in a rhythm with the bobbing of my head.
I feel deliciously full, trapped between their bodies, impaled by both of them. It’s so much that I can’t think about anything else. All I can do is focus on the pleasure of it.
“Harder,” Vic commands after a moment, his voice strained.
As if he’s just been waiting for the word, Malice’s fingers bite into my hips, and I know I’m going to have bruises in the shape of his fingertips later.
But that’s what I want. I want there to be reminders of what happened tonight, marks that I’ll carry with me as I try to get through the next few days.
He slams into my body, which rocks me forward, making me take more of Ransom’s cock in my mouth. His smooth crown hits the back of my throat, and I gag a little, but I don’t stop.
“Fuck,” Ransom hisses. “Just like that. Take us both.”
As if there’s any other choice. As if I could ever want anything else.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Malice growls. He sounds almost angry about it, but I know he’s not. The sounds of skin slapping against skin ring out in the room, and he uses his hold on me to spread my ass cheeks apart again, then spits on the tight little ring of muscle.
I whimper, tears gathering in my eyes for an entirely new reason as I struggle to catch my breath through the barrage of sensations.
“You want this hole filled too?” Malice growls. “You want me to play with your ass?”
“Mhmhm.” I mumble around Ransom, nodding desperately.
My head spins as Malice starts working one of his thumbs into my ass, and I feel myself floating higher and higher.
My pussy clenches around his cock, making him curse under his breath, and my whole body throbs.
I’m shaking, hurtling toward an orgasm that feels like it will wreck me in the best way.
“She’s close. Keep going,” Victor rasps.
I glance at him out of the corner of my eye to see that he’s standing now, having moved closer to get a better view. His cock is still tucked away in his pants, but his hand is over it, palming the hard line of it while he watches us, unblinking.
Dragging my mouth away from Ransom’s cock for a second, I gasp, “Is today a day when you…?”
“No.” He shakes his head, his entire body taut.
He knows what I’m getting at. I know Ransom said that Vic is so regimented that he only jerks off on certain days. And today isn’t one of them.
But I need him to be part of this. I want to see him let go like he did at the club that night, to feel his cum on my skin.
Malice twists his thumb in my ass, making a guttural cry spill from my lips, and Ransom’s hand delves into my hair, grabbing the strands tightly.
“Can you make an exception?” I whisper to Vic, raw need clear in my voice. “Please. I want to feel you. I want you so much.”
Vic’s eyes flash, arousal and something like fear mingling in their depths.
I’m almost certain he’s going to deny me, but then he drags his hand upward to the button of his pants, working it open.
He pulls his zipper down and fetches out his cock, letting me see that it’s thick and flushed and so fucking beautiful.
He starts stroking himself, hard and fast, like he couldn’t stop even if he wanted to.
My eyes stay locked on the sight, even when Ransom uses his grip on my hair to pull my mouth back onto his cock.
And now it really does feel like I have all three of them.
Malice is behind me, fucking me hard, pounding into my body as his thumb explores my ass, forcing me to take every bit of it.
Ransom thrusts into my mouth, working with the rhythm of Malice rocking me forward, hissing when the head of his cock hits the back of my throat.
And then there’s Victor, stroking himself, his eyes intent on the sight in front of him.
That slow burn of pleasure that started in my belly flares higher, moving molasses thick and undeniable as it spreads through all of me. I can’t hold back how good it feels, and when my orgasm sweeps me up, I’m caught up in it completely.
I clench around Malice’s cock, drooling around Ransom.
“Shit,” Malice growls, and I feel his thrusts start to lose some of their measured quality, going erratic and wild as he fucks into me with abandon, chasing his own climax.
Ransom is right there with him, fucking my mouth, and when the hot, salty spurt of his cum hits my throat, I swallow everything I can, trying to keep up as my body hums with the aftershocks of my pleasure.
Malice finishes next, slamming into me balls deep as he unloads inside me. His fingers dig into my flesh, little points of pain that ground me through the waves of pleasure.
That just leaves Victor.
His jaw is tight and his pupils are blown wide with lust as he fists his cock, his hips jerking with the motion. He comes in a rush, shaking and trembling and hunching over a little as the spurts of his cum spill out over his hand, landing on the carpet and a little bit on me.
His chest heaves as he sucks in air, and the silence in the room is broken only by the sound of all four of us breathing raggedly.
Now that the rush over blinding pleasure has faded, I feel spent and exhausted. My arms tremble, and once Malice and Ransom pull out of me, my body gives up on trying to stay upright.
I collapse onto the floor in a heap, fighting to get my pulse under control. I feel sore and sticky, but so much more whole than I did before.
“Come on, pretty girl.” Ransom’s quiet voice breaks the silence. “Let’s get you to bed. For real, this time.”
I just nod, letting him pull me into his arms and take me upstairs. I’m barely coherent as he cleans me up quickly and then tucks me into his bed.
As soon as I hit the soft, familiar warmth of his sheets, I fall asleep, curling up in his embrace.