Chapter 45 Willow #2
“That was…” He shakes his head as his shaft finally slides out from between my lips, looking down at me with awe in his vibrant blue eyes. “I thought it felt good to fuck you, butterfly, but that was… the way you…”
“She’s got a good mouth, doesn’t she?” Malice asks, pride in his tone as he fists his cock, his gaze locked on me. “There’s nothing quite as hot as watching you try to take all of me between your perfect little lips, Solnyshka. I think Vic feels the same way.”
Vic makes a noise of agreement, and Ransom does too.
The sounds go straight to my clit, and I squeeze my thighs together before I move back over to kneel in front of Malice.
Tilting my chin just a little to keep eye contact with him, I make a show of clasping my hands behind my back, a silent signal that I want him to take total control.
A deep noise rumbles in his chest, and he wraps his hand around the dyed strands of my hair, bringing my face closer to his cock. When the smooth head bumps against my lips, he growls, “Open.”
I do, letting him inside, and he doesn’t give me any more time than that to adjust. He fucks my face, working his cock deeper each time, his thick shaft sliding between my lips as I keep them wrapped around him, making sure my teeth don’t scrape his length as it slides in and out.
I open the back of my throat, keeping my jaw loose and gagging a little as my heart hammers in my chest. My clit is throbbing, my entire body burning with arousal, and when the coarse dark hairs at the base of his cock brush against my nose, I moan around him.
He once warned me that he breaks everything he touches, but I don’t feel broken now. I feel strong and filthy and powerful.
Malice strokes in and out of my mouth a few more times, grunting with each rough thrust, then tightens his hand on my hair, making my scalp sting as he yanks me off his dick.
“Open,” he says again, his voice strained. “Hold out your tongue.”
I obey immediately, and he fists himself with his free hand, using the saliva that still coats his cock to slick the glide as he strokes quickly, keeping his crown right near the tip of my tongue.
When he explodes, his cum shoots into my mouth and over my tongue, and I shiver at the feel of it.
His chest heaves as he looks down at me, and I don’t move, letting him see his release sitting in my mouth, a tiny bit of it spilling from one corner.
“Swallow,” he rasps.
I close my mouth, savoring the distinctive taste of his cum before letting it slide down my throat. I lift a hand and wipe up the little trail that dribbled down to my chin, licking my fingers to clean them.
Malice’s nostrils flare, and he lets go of my hair, his hand gentle as he smooths down the strands.
I feel like I’m practically vibrating with arousal as I glance over at Ransom, who’s watching me as if this is the best fucking thing he’s ever seen in his life.
Instead of making me come to him, he steps closer as I turn to face him, reaching down to trail his fingertips along the side of my face.
“Saved the best for last, huh?” he jokes with a wink, and I bite back a smile.
I’m breathing harder, and he must be able to see the way my eyes are glazed over with arousal, because he adds, “You’ve gotten yourself all worked up, haven’t you, pretty girl?
Why don’t you get yourself off while you suck me?
Make yourself come with my cock in your mouth. ”
Almost as if I’ve been waiting for permission to do it, I slide one hand into my pants, finding my clit with my fingertips as I wrap my other hand around him and slide my lips over his pierced cock.
He wasn’t wrong. I’m so close to the edge, so wound up from the heat in the air and the incredible feeling of making his brothers come.
My hand moves fast, my fingers circling my clit with firm strokes, as I hollow my cheeks and work Ransom’s cock in tandem.
“Fuck,” he groans, and I can feel his legs shaking a little as he presses deeper into my mouth. “Fuck, fuck. Fuck!”
His upper body bows over me a little as he comes in my mouth, and I almost don’t swallow in time because my own orgasm hits me at the same moment. My movements lose coordination, but I keep sucking on his cock, mewling around him as pleasure wracks my body.
I’m completely breathless by the time I finally pull back, my heart galloping in the aftermath of my climax.
Ransom helps me to my feet, giving me a deep, filthy kiss, like he wants to taste the remnants of himself on my tongue. Then he presses another little kiss to my nose.
“It was a long-ass day,” he tells me. “I think we’d better get you to bed.”
“Fuck, yes.” Malice scoops me up and tosses me over his shoulder, startling a laugh out of me as he carries me down the short hallway to the bedroom. He drops me onto the large bed, and I bounce a little as I hit the mattress.
“This is so much better than that pull-out bed,” I groan, spreading my arms out and savoring the feeling of cool sheets under my heated skin. “It’s nice to be in a bed that’s not built for someone the size of a toddler.”
Malice chuckles as his brothers come to stand beside him. “Only the best for you, Solnyshka. You deserve a big-ass bed to get fucked in.”
“Like the queen you are,” Ransom adds, grinning.
“Are you wet for us?” Malice’s gaze slides over me. “Are you nice and wet and ready?”
“Yes.” I nod, but he shakes his head.
“I think you could be wetter.” He flicks his gaze over toward his twin. “Vic. You want to get her all warmed up for us? You want to taste her?”
Vic stiffens, his breath catching. The banked arousal in my body instantly flares up to eleven as I realize what Malice is doing. He’s letting Vic take the lead, giving his brother a chance to touch me first. To eat me out.
I can’t stop myself from squirming on the bed, my hips shifting restlessly as my clit responds to Malice’s words.
I tug my shirt off and reach behind me to unclasp my bra, arching my back a little.
Then I shove my pants down, kicking my shoes off and working them down before shimmying my panties off too.
Vic stands like a statue, watching as I do all of that, and when I’m fully naked, he finally moves.
He shucks his own clothes, folding them and setting them aside on the bed in a perfectly Vic way before climbing onto the mattress with me.
He spreads my thighs, and the feel of his hands on my bare skin is just as thrilling as it was the first time he did it.
But this time, he doesn’t just touch me with his hands.
Settling more comfortably between my legs, he lowers his head. He’s moving so slowly that I can feel the warmth of his breath before I feel his tongue, and when he finally licks his way up my slit, I make a hungry, shocked noise.
“You like that?” Malice asks. “You like my brother’s tongue on you?”
“Yes!” I pant out. “So much!”
Vic seems encouraged by the undeniable honesty in my voice, and he keeps going. He laps at me the same way he explored my body the other night, with a kind of single-minded thoroughness and focus that takes my breath away.
My second orgasm hits me before I even see it coming, and as I quake through the aftershocks, he barely even slows down.
“She likes when you fuck her with your tongue,” Ransom comments, his voice heated. “As deep as you can go. Then when you start to feel her clench around you, lick her clit. Fast. Hard. She can take it.”
“Fuck,” I moan as Vic follows Ransom’s directions.
My hands flail around desperately for something to hold on to, and I fist the sheets as Malice and Ransom keep telling Vic everything I like.
I’m not sure he would even need the advice, since he’s watched so many times, and it’s clear that he’s observant as hell.
But the sound of their deep voices describing everything they like to do to me only heightens my arousal as Vic experiments, his fingers digging into my thighs to keep me open for him as his relentless tongue moves over every part of my pussy.
He makes me come again, his name a loud cry on my lips this time. And then again. And again. He doesn’t seem like he ever wants to stop, and by the time he finally pulls back, he looks almost as wrecked as I feel.
His normally neat hair is messy from where I think I had my fingers in it at one point, his lips and chin are wet, his cheeks flushed, and his eyes dark. His cock is rock hard again, and he hisses as he fists himself at the base and squeezes, like he’s trying to hold back an orgasm.
“I think…” He drags in a breath. “I think she’s ready for you.”
My gaze tracks him as he moves off the bed, and he doesn’t look away from me either. Distantly, I’m aware that Ransom and Malice are both tugging off their shirts and discarding the rest of their clothes, but it isn’t until Malice climbs onto the bed with me that I wrench my focus away from Vic.
“You want more?” Malice asks, crawling up so that his large body looms over mine. He’s hard again too, the heat of his cock brushing against my lower belly. “Do you want this?”
I lick my lips, and my voice is scratchy when I finally find the words to reply.
“Yes. Please.”
I reach up to touch him, but he grabs my wrists before I can, pinning them over my head against the sheets with one hand. The stitches from where Ransom removed the tracker came out yesterday, but he’s still careful of the pink, healing skin.
I spread my legs for him, letting him see what a slick wet mess I am for all of them, and he curses under his breath as he uses his free hand to guide himself to my entrance.
His hips drive forward as he pushes all the way in, and I gasp at the intrusion.
After coming so many times, I’m swollen and sensitive down there, which makes him feel even bigger than usual.
It’s just this side of pain, but it feels so good too.