Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Frost
I woke in the armchair, my head at an uncomfortable angle, cheek practically pressed against my own shoulder.
I was having a dream about killing Ivy. I saw her face looking up at me, eyes wide. She struggled to scream, to breathe, but I pressed my hands down harder and harder. I was the one who breathed, almost panting as the life drifted away from her. I’d jolted awake with a raging hard on.
Holding back a groan, I straightened my head slowly, like it might crack off if I moved too fast.
A moment later, Chelsea stepped through the door. Storm was right behind her.
I sat up higher. Storm didn’t look like he hated me, but he seemed wary. On guard against me. I’d never seen that expression on anyone’s face before, much less his. Had I suddenly become the big, bad wolf here?
“I would never?—”
He cut me off by grabbing the front of my shirt and hauling me to my feet. His mouth was on mine like he wanted to devour me.
That wasn’t the reaction I expected. For a moment I was so surprised all I could do was stand there. But then, I was kissing him back, our tongues thrusting against each other for dominance. I pulled mine back, letting his invade my mouth.
When we finally pulled apart, I stared into his stormy grey eyes. “Does this mean you’re not pissed off at me?”
“Chelsea explained a few things,” he said slowly. “She made me see some stuff I hadn’t considered before.” He sucked in a breath and exhaled while saying, “I was pissed off because what you did, you did without me. You should have come to me. Texted me and told me to get my ass into… I dunno, wherever you were.”
“I panicked,” I admitted. “If it wasn’t for Ice, hell if I know what I would have done.” I might have called the police and told them everything. Or I might have run. I had no idea. He was right though, I could have included him. Or at least, tried.
“You might have panicked too,” I said finally.
He was still gripping the front of my shirt, and now he shook me slightly. “When have I ever fucking panicked?”
“When have you been faced with a dead woman?” I shot back. “I had no way of knowing what you’d do. I don’t know what I would have done if the tables were turned.”
“Yes, you do,” Chelsea said. “You would have stood by Storm, or me. You’re the kind of guy who helps his friends to bury the body.”
I grinned uncertainly. “I am, aren’t I? Is this where you tell me you have bodies you need help burying?”
She snorted. “Not this week. I’ll let you know though.”
“You better let us both know,” Storm growled. “We’re in this together.”
“What about the others?” I asked tentatively. “Dallas is going to figure things out sooner or later.” I was surprised he wasn’t here right now, wanting to slide his cock into Chelsea. Needing to.
Was there a single one amongst us who wouldn’t benefit from extensive therapy? I didn’t think so.
“I have an idea,” Chelsea said. “Let me work on something. We’ll all let him know what’s going on together. Atlas too.”
“I’m happy to tell Atlas,” Storm said. When we looked at him, confused, he added, “If he doesn’t like it, we can kill him.” He didn’t seem to be joking.
“You know you can’t go around killing everyone who disagrees with you,” Chelsea said.
Storm gave her a flat look. He clearly didn’t agree with that statement.
I started to wonder if I created a monster here. Maybe, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to regret it. What I did to Ivy, it was addictive. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. At some point, I’d want another hit. Not tonight, maybe not this week, but someday.
If I could bottle the sheer power, I’d be a billionaire.
“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” I said. I also hadn’t put the idea of sucking Atlas’ cock out of my head. In the meantime, there was only one cock I wanted to suck. If he’d let me.
I pulled Storm’s hands off the front of my shirt and slowly knelt down in front of him. Giving him the chance to step away or say no. Tentatively, I looked up at him.
Would he reject me, or was he as down for this as I was? He’d only found out an hour ago I killed a woman. I’d understand if he didn’t want to rush.
He regarded me with half-lidded eyes before he finally nodded. Decision made, he looked eager now. Ready.
I undid the front of his jeans and opened them. His cock sprang free, bobbing in front of my face. Engorged and thick. His tip was quickly slick with pre-cum.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admitted.
“You can’t do it wrong,” Chelsea said. She sat on the floor beside me and undid my jeans to free my own erection. Her eyes on me, she leaned down to take me into her mouth.
Fuck, her mouth always felt like pure heaven. Would mine feel like that to Storm? That thought almost made me come down her throat, then and there. I blinked a couple of times, trying to clear my head and slow the flow of blood enough to regain control. Knowing I was a killer was one thing. I’d never recover from being a one-pump chump.
Priorities.
Copying Chelsea, I licked the head of Storm’s cock, tasting his pre-cum and savouring the guttural groan that slipped from between his lips. Encouraged, I teased him with the tip of my tongue before placing my lips as far down his length as they could reach. So far, he tapped the back of my throat.
At the same time, I kept trying not to come too fast from the treatment Chelsea was giving me. That was getting harder and harder. Literally. She was leaning down low, her back arched like a cat, blue eyes on both of us.
“Panther,” Storm whispered.
I looked from him to her, to see her eyes smiling. It must be something between them. I’d try to remember later so I could ask them about it. It seemed appropriate though. With her dark hair and flexible body, she could have been a big cat. A beautiful one, too elegant to be caged.
When she cupped my balls and started to massage them, I did the same to Storm. I decided she was right; I couldn’t do this wrong. Storm looked like his eyes were going to roll back in his head with bliss. As for me, I loved the way he felt and tasted, smooth and hard at the same time. Velvet skin over rigid steel.
I struggled to hold on, but I couldn’t stop myself from coming, frantically fucking Chelsea’s mouth, my cum painting the back of her throat before she swallowed.
She slid off me as Storm pulled me off his cock with a pop. He grabbed both of our hands and pulled us to the bedroom. Somehow we made it to the bed, Chelsea’s mouth on Storm’s cock while I dove down between her legs.
She tasted as good as he did. Maybe better. Or— No, I wouldn’t make a comparison. They both tasted amazing. Perfect.
She was so slick, my tongue slid against the entrance to her pussy and over her swollen clit. She was always so ready, so willing. Even when I drugged and fucked her, she was wet. I’ve never met a woman who liked sex as much as she did. As much as I did. She couldn’t get enough and neither could we.
I pushed my tongue inside her as deep as it could go. Fucked her with it a couple of times and savoured her moans of appreciation. They matched Storm’s as she sucked on his cock, gagging every few thrusts.
My tongue still on her clit, I pushed my fingers inside her wet heat, stroking her insides and feeling her tense more and more around me. Closer and closer to coming.
I watched her carefully, seeing her reaction when I found her sweet spot deep inside her. Right there. I stroked it with my fingertips, revelling in the way she quivered at my touch. She was so beautifully responsive, but never more so right than now. With me touching her exactly where she needed and deserved to be touched.
She slid her mouth off Storm’s cock as she came, hard and fast, drenching my fingers with her release. She was still panting when she closed her lips back over him and sucked once, twice, before he came buried inside her mouth.
He grunted and ground against her, groaning long and slow before he finally sagged down on the mattress with him, his damp cock dangling between his thighs.
I won’t lie, part of me wished he’d come in my mouth, but letting me suck him at all was a huge step forward. For both of us. There was plenty of time for the next step.
I hoped.