Chapter 27 Willow #2
I swallow hard and nod, rolling to the side a little to make room so that Vic can take his place on his back.
When I get back on top of him, it feels so right, reminding me of the way I rode him the day he let me tie him up.
His hands come to my hips, his fingers immediately slotting into place, touching the edges of the scars that extend down that far.
“The first time I was inside you, I thought I might die from how fucking good it felt,” he groans. “It still feels that way. Every fucking time.”
“Don’t die,” I whisper. “Just fuck me.”
I lick my lips and take a breath before sitting down more, impaling myself on his cock.
It’s so thick that even with how wet I am, it’s a stretch to take it. My body clenches tightly around him before it adjusts, and with a few more strokes, I’m able to sink all the way down, burying Vic inside me to the hilt.
“Shit,” Malice groans. I can feel his eyes boring into me as he watches the whole thing.
“I wish you could see yourself right now. How fucking good you look. He’s a lot to take, isn’t he?
But you don’t let that stop you. He waited for you for years, you know, Solnyshka.
All that time, whether we knew it or not, we were all waiting for you.
For our fucking queen. You’re taking Vic’s cock so damned well. Sitting on him like he’s your throne.”
His words hit me in a tender place. They fill up my chest and send emotions expanding outward, making my pussy clench around the hard length inside me. Vic hisses at the feeling, and I rest my hands on his chest, starting slow as I draw myself up and down to ride him.
“Just like that,” Malice praises. “Take every inch of him. Let him fill you up. You look like a fucking siren riding my brother’s dick, Solnyshka.”
All I can do is moan in response as sensations crash through me. I can feel every vein and ridge in Vic’s cock, the way the thickness of him presses against my inner walls, working me up as I move.
When I look down at Vic, he’s hazy eyed and blissed out. I drag my hands down his chest, lightly touching the still healing bullet wound in his side before looking at the tattoo I put on his chest. Marks he wears either for or because of me—but he wears them both with so much pride.
Something hot and intense wells up in me, and it’s not just the pleasure from how good this feels.
It’s possessive energy, the feeling of being proud to have claimed a man like this.
Someone so devoted and clever, so haunted and rough around the edges.
We fought hard to get here, to this place where I’m sitting astride his cock while Malice watches and directs, and that makes it even better.
“Tell me how it feels,” Malice demands, and that draws my attention back to him. He’s kneeling on the bed now, and the heat of his body sears into me when he presses himself closer behind me.
“So good,” I gasp. “He’s so fucking big. So thick. I’ll never get used to how much he stretches me.”
“You’re gonna get even more than that in a minute,” he murmurs. “I want you soaked and ready for me. Vic, help her out. Play with her clit a little. Her tits. You know what drives her wild. I know you’ve been taking notes since the very first time you watched her come.”
Vic’s tongue flashes out as he licks his lips and then obeys his brother’s urging. His hands come up first, playing with my breasts, cupping them in his palms before he tweaks at my nipples.
The sharp sting sends a jolt through me, and I whimper softly.
“Ransom has all those piercings,” Vic says, pinching my nipples harder. “Should we give you one someday, butterfly? Maybe right here.”
I gush over his cock at the rush of sensation.
Malice was right about his brother knowing what drives me crazy.
He’s spent more time than any of them watching, memorizing the way my body responds to each and every touch.
I’m pretty sure he could get me off in a hundred different ways without ever even touching my clit.
“I’d be into that,” I whisper back. “But only if all of you are there when I get it done. I’ll need someone to—ah!—to help distract me from the pain.”
One of Vic’s hands slides downward, making my breath catch.
His fingers touch the place where our bodies are joined together, sliding over the slippery skin as if he wants to feel for himself how much I’m stretching around him, the way my body opens for him just because it feels so good.
There’s a look on his face that’s almost reverent, and I slow my movements so that he can feel all of it, my gaze locked with his.
“We’ll be there,” he promises. “We’ll help you decorate this gorgeous body. Color and ink and piercings that catch the light. You’ll be chaos all over.”
His fingertips find my clit as he speaks, and my mind goes blank. Vic’s fingers are so precise and skilled. The same attention he gives to everything is being applied here, and he rubs my clit in slow circles, working me up even more.
“Fuck, oh my god. That feels so good,” I moan. “Fuck, please.”
“I love how you don’t hold anything back when you beg,” Malice says. “We’ll give you everything you want, Solnyshka.”
I open my mouth to tell him that there’s so much I want right now, but before I can say anything, I feel something cool and slick touch my ass. My muscles tense instinctively, my stomach fluttering.
“Breathe,” Vic instructs. He reaches up with his free hand to touch my face. “Remember when Malice and Ransom did this? Just breathe with me the way you did then. Stay with me.”
I nod and drag in a shaky breath and then another.
“Good girl,” Malice praises. “Just like that.”
Vic keeps his fingers moving, working my clit as I ride his dick slowly. The intrusion in my ass as Malice works me open is a less familiar sensation than having something filling my pussy, but I’m learning to love it. It’s another kind of stretch, different and pleasurable in a totally new way.
And still, when an orgasm starts to build, it catches me almost completely by surprise.
I barely have time to wrap my head around it before I’m being swept up in a wave of pleasure so intense it threatens to take my breath away. I cry out, trembling on top of Vic, going tight around his cock.
Vic pulls his hand away from my clit, gripping my hips tightly. I can tell from his hold on me that he’s fighting for control, and that war plays out over his face as well.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his fingertips digging into my skin. “You feel too fucking good.”
My pussy spasms around his cock, and it’s clearly enough for him to be right there on the edge himself. He’s holding himself back by a thread, so close to falling apart, but refusing to let go just yet.
I stop moving, catching my breath and giving Vic a chance to back away from his climax and calm himself down.
Without the movement of riding Vic to distract me, I can feel Malice’s progress behind me even more. The pleasure still cascading through me from my orgasm puts my nerves on high alert, and everything feels even more intense than it did before.
So when Malice pulls his fingers out of my ass, I gasp, suddenly feeling empty, even though Vic is still buried to the hilt inside me.
But then something else presses against my stretched hole, and I groan at the feel of Malice’s cock. He’s always been big, always been a stretch to take, but pressing into this smaller, tighter hole, he feels even bigger.
“Oh god,” I groan. “Oh fuck.”
“You’ve got this,” Malice grits out. “I could feel your ass clenching around my fingers, trying to drag them in even deeper. Your body wants this, Solnyshka. It’s ready for my cock.”
I breathe in and out slowly, squirming between him and Victor to open myself up even more. That lets him start working his way in, the head of his cock popping past that tight ring of muscle. The next couple of inches of him follow, pressing inside, and I hiss at how intense it feels.
“Use your safe word if you need to,” Malice pants, fisting my hair with one hand. “You remember it.”
I nod shakily, my fingers biting into Vic’s chest where my hands are braced there.
“Good girl. Do you want me to stop?”
I shake my head. I want this. I want everything they do to me. The pleasure and the pain, and especially when those two sensations merge into one. Everything about them is intense, but it’s always worth it, and I know this won’t be any different.
Malice curses behind me, pressing himself in just a bit deeper. His fingers are rough when he grabs my chin and turns my head so he can kiss me.
It’s not the best angle, but that doesn’t matter. Our lips clash, messy and desperate, and I whimper into his mouth as he bites down on my lower lip, adding another layer of slight pain to the mix.
“Let me in,” Malice breathes. “Let me fill you up.”
I nod again, feeling almost boneless from everything coursing through me right now. Vic’s hands lose some of their death grip on my hips, and he strokes my skin gently, helping me to find my breath and calm down enough to relax even more.
Malice works his way in deeper, and even though I know how big his cock is because I’ve seen it and touched it and had it inside me, it seems impossibly larger right now. Like no matter how much he pushes in, there’s still more of him to go.
Once he’s in enough that I can really feel it, the fact that there’s two cocks buried in me starts to hit hard. Vic is still filling my pussy, thick and hard and throbbing, and when his hips jerk upward, I swear I feel it everywhere.
It’s so much, and every little shift, every movement, only adds to the sensation. I’m intensely aware of the fact that I’m pinned between them, that there’s nowhere for me to go.
And I love it.
“Well, this is my new favorite thing to come home to,” an amused, heated voice comments from the doorway. “The woman I love, stuffed full of my brothers’ cocks. Malice is almost all the way in, angel. Can you take all of him?”