Chapter Fifty-One #4
“Come back in ten!” Rook barks, jerking me harder while he swells and lulls inside.
“Five,” I moan, grinding back against him.
“I can’t hear you. I’m just gonna come in,” Trevel says, and we both shout at the same time.
“No!”
But it’s too late. He’s already in the room, and I’m seriously regretting not locking the door. Or closing the door to the en suite…
“Hellooo?” Trevel peeks into the bathroom, then gasps, “Oh my!”
“Go… away…” I growl, then groan, because Harley hasn’t stopped—he’s good like that—and I’m about to burst.
Trevel slaps his hand over his eyes. “I’ll just, um… wait out… here.” His fingers part, and he peeks through them.
“Fuck, I don’t even c-care… baby, I’m gonna come,” Harley croaks.
“M-me… t-too,” I whimper, coiling.
The slapping noises have become obscene, and I’m vaguely aware that Fenwick is taking his sweet time leaving, but I really don’t even care. I lost my humility long ago, thanks to this place. Orgasms will always take priority over concern for people walking in.
Call it a symptom of fucking in front of people for years.
Reaching down, I slip my fingers between Joy’s legs, gently rubbing her clit. She’s so out of it, she’s moving on erotic autopilot, pressing her wet tits into me, kissing me and sticking her tongue in to tease mine.
“Take it deep, Lucky,” she purrs, shivering and hypersensitive, grabbing my arm to hold my hand in place on her slippery pussy. “Come on his cock.”
“I’m gonna…” I whimper, jostling with how hard Rook is fucking into me. “Ohhfuuuckyea…”
“What’s so important…?” I hear a new voice, but it’s fading off into the background as I erupt.
With no warning, Joy falls to her knees and wraps her lips around my dick. Just in time to catch a mouthful.
“Holy fuck,” someone gasps. It sounds like Kang. “Why’d you bring me in here?!”
“Because it’s hot,” Trevel hums.
“Uhh God, that’s so good…” I rasp, cherishing fingers brushing Joy’s face while she sucks and swallows. “Cherry… bomb… kaboom.”
Rook grumbles, “Speaking of… blowing… fuck, Velle, I’m coming in you.”
“Breed me deep, cowboy…”
“I mean… yea. It is hot,” I hear Kang’s gruff voice on the edge of my fizzling high, while my body grips Rook’s swollen cock. “But we shouldn’t… watch.”
“Too late, creepers,” I growl, lashes fluttering at the feel of Rook filling me. “Fuck yea, baby… give me all of it.”
“Every… drop…” Rook grunts, thrusting, working it out into me.
I’m sky fucking high.
Rook and I are panting, gasping for air. Clutching one another for dear life, as if we’re close to collapsing, which is very true. My knees are wobbling, and I’m sure his are too, but he’s holding me up, and I’m doing the same for him.
A few minutes of us breathing and kissing later, we check on Joy, who’s literally passed out.
Chuckling, then gasping when Harley pulls out, I spin to face my man. Taking his face in my hands, I lock my sleepy gaze on his mossy green eyes, equally sated and dazzling.
“I love you,” I hum.
His fingers brush through my wet hair. “I love you more than words… King Jonathan.”
He kisses my smile.
When we pull apart, I snicker down at Joy. “I love you, Cherryful.”
“Love you more…” she mumbles. “Both…”
Rook bends, scooping her up into his arms. “Let’s go, baby bomb.”
“That’s adorable.” I beam, following them out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry Joy’s hair while Rook stands her up and wraps one around her.
“It is…” she yawns then frowns. “I hate it.”
I laugh out loud. I would say she’s grouchy because she’s tired, but this is actually pretty standard.
“Looks like our audience bounced,” Rook grumbles as the two of us dry off, securing towels around our waists before we venture into the bedroom.
And sure enough, there’s Fenwick… on his knees. Sucking Kang’s dick.
“Fucking animals…” I scoff, shaking my head.
Cocking my eyebrow, my head slants to take it in as Fenwick pops off and Kang scrambles to tuck himself away.
“Sorry, mates.” Trevel grins, wiping his mouth. “You know how it goes.”
“Yea. We do,” Rook admonishes, laying Joy down in the bed.
“S-sorry,” Kang fidgets. “He’s a bad influence.”
“Who are you kidding?” I cackle. “You’re a little freak yourself.” I stride over to the bed, plopping down. “I’ve seen you in way more compromising positions, in case you forgot.”
His forehead lines. “Oh yea. Never mind. Violet, you wanna keep going?”
“If you’re not staying for the goddamn massages, then go slurp that dick somewhere else.” I shoo them away, nestling up next to my cherry.
“I’ll massage if you want.” Fenwick grins wickedly.
My expression shifts to disturbed. “Don’t be looking at me like that. Maybe you should come back later. After you’ve… taken care of business.”
Trevel shakes it off. “You’re right. My apologies, sir.” He winks, taking Byron by the hand.
“Don’t call me that,” I bark.
“As you wish!”
“Ugh,” I rumble, eyes falling shut as Rook cuddles up behind me, pulling me close.
“Crazy kids, running amok in this house.” He grins on my neck.
“How did we become parents to the most deranged group of slut-children ever?” I chuckle.
“No clue, but we’re stuck with them now, you realize that, right?”
“Uh-huh…” I mumble, drifting while Rook whispers.
“Good thing Daddy’s home…”
I fall asleep grinning. I’m not sure how long I’m out, but it doesn’t feel anywhere near long enough when someone yells from the hall.
“Velle! Get out here!”
“Five more minutes, ma…” I groan.
“We’ve got a situation…” Peters keeps hollering. “Joy’s dad is here!”
The three of us spring up in bed.
“Oh, fuck,” Joy gasps, half asleep. “Daddy’s home.”
Rook and I burst out laughing.
Looks like the mob showed up in time to see the cartel off…
“Regretting taking over the throne yet?” Rook smirks, rubbing my shoulders while I grumble.
But when I drag myself out of bed, I’m lighter than I have been in over a decade.
This is what I was meant for…
I’m the King of Darkness in this bitch.
And I claim this land in the name of Chevelle.