Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
Abby
Tate hesitates when I ask him to get undressed, though I would, too, if the roles were reversed.
He looks from me over to where Levi and Landon stand.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” I reassure him.
Tate grabs the hem of his shirt, his hands trembling as he pulls it up over his head and drops it to the floor.
Holy fuck, the pictures did not do him justice.
I can’t look away as he slips off his shoes and undoes his pants, pulling them down until he is fully naked, standing there, his cock hard.
As I take a step forward, he stares at me, his eyes never wavering.
“I like the way you’re watching me. Would you like me to touch you? ”
Tate nods, and I smile behind my mask. I want to take my time with him, to show him it’s okay to want this. When I get close, Levi and Landon step up behind me.
“Take his cock in your hand,” Levi says. The distortion can’t hide him from me.
The moment I wrap my fingers around him, Tate lets out a shaky breath. I hesitate to move, now that I’m holding his hard cock in my palm, so Landon steps forward and wraps his large hand around mine and guides me gently.
“Look how hard he is for you,” Levi says. He has always been a talker in the bedroom, so I shouldn’t have expected anything less from him tonight.
“Oh f-fuck,” Tate stammers out with a groan. “If you keep doing that, it will be over before it starts.”
Levi’s modified laugh echoes around the room. “Don’t be silly, there will be so much of your DNA splashed in here by the time we are done that I really hope you’re not a serial killer.”
As Landon picks up the pace of our strokes, Levi moves to stand directly behind me. His hand dips into the back of my pants, sliding down until his fingers find the wetness between my legs.
“What a dirty girl, so wet for our little serial killer. Do you want to taste her?”
“Fuck yes,” Tate groans out as he bucks his hips forward.
Levi removes his hand from my pants and positions himself on Tate’s opposite side to Landon, then brings his fingers to our captive’s lips.
“Open,” he demands. “Taste what you have done to her.”
My knees buckle slightly as Tate opens his mouth and sucks on Levi’s long fingers. Then Levi pushes them in further. “Good to know you have no gag reflex. You will look pretty with a cock down your throat.”
Tate whines, and I moan at those words—yes, please, I want to see that. “Did you hear that, serial killer? I think it’s time you get on your knees and open that pretty mouth for us.”
Landon and I release Tate’s cock, then Levi pulls me back slightly while Landon puts his hands on Tate’s shoulders and pushes him to his knees. “Do you want me to fuck your face until your eyes water and you can barely breathe?”
Tate nods.
“I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck my throat, please.” Tate’s voice is husky with anticipation.
I didn’t think I would like this as much as I am, but I can feel how wet I have gotten.
“Not so fast,” Levi says, holding up a hand. “Turn to the side. Masked Snack is going to put her hands on your shoulders. She will watch you get throat fucked while I fuck her from behind. Let’s see if your mouth makes him come first or my cock gets her there first.”
Landon and Tate turn, and as Landon pulls his rock-hard cock out of his pants, Tate licks his lips. Levi taps my ass to snap me out of my head, and I place my hands on Tate’s broad shoulders.
Levi steps up behind me and reaches around to undo the button on the front of my leather pants. Then he drags them and my thong down to my knees and pulls my ass back, positioning me right where he wants me as my pussy pulsates with need.
I thought fucking Levi and Landon was hot, but adding another person takes it to a whole new level.
All the stories Leila has told me about foursomes have nothing on experiencing it in person, and we have barely even started.
Levi’s cock pushes inside me, agonizingly slow, and for every inch he pushes in, he then pulls back slightly, teasing me.
The angle I’m tilted means I can see Landon when he thrusts his cock into Tate’s mouth. He moves cautiously, giving Tate a chance to adjust to his size. I’m jealous; my gag reflex is so strong I only need to think about them going too far down and I gag.
“Fuuuck, look at you with my cock all the way down your throat. Now are you ready to cry for me?”
Tate makes a noise, which Landon takes as a yes, so he grips Tate’s hair tighter—and I swear my entire body locks up. His hands brace against Landon’s thighs, and his shoulders tense beneath my palms. I can feel every breath he takes, and mine subconsciously mirror his.
Levi presses into me from behind, in slow, unrelenting strokes, and the contrast nearly undoes me. Watching an interaction so intimate between two people is something I never knew I would want to experience.
Tate’s lashes flutter as he adjusts to Landon spearing his cock down his throat.
“You’re doing so well,” Landon murmurs.
Reflexively, my fingers dig into Tate’s shoulders; I need to anchor myself to something before I come apart.
“You like that?” Levi breathes against my ear. “Keep watching him take cock like a good fucking boy.”
I’m mesmerized by the way Tate trembles, the way his body reacts. My head tips back, and a distorted sound slips from my lips as Levi finally stops teasing and gives me what I’ve been silently begging for all this time.
The faster Levi fucks me, the quicker my orgasm builds. Finally, my pussy clamps around him and I utter a slew of curses through the modulator.
“Look at those eyes watering. Are you ready to swallow everything I give you?”
Tate makes a sound, and that’s all it takes. Landon’s control snaps, and he comes with a grunt as Levi picks up his pace, his fingers digging into my hips.
“Fuck, so good. I’m going to come,” Levi says as he thrusts in harder, then holds still as his body twitches behind me. Once he pulls out, he slides my thong and pants back up my legs, then helps me stand upright, pulling me back into his body.
“You have no idea how much I missed that,” he whispers.
I want to shout “me too” because I have missed them so fucking much.
Landon tucks himself away, and Tate pushes himself to his feet and goes to grab his clothes, but as he turns, Landon wraps his hand around the back of his neck. “What do you think you’re doing, serial killer? We are not done here. We’ve only just begun. You’re about to run again.”
“You want me to run naked?”
Landon nods. “I suggest you get going, or I will fuck your ass raw right here.”
Tate hesitates for a moment and then races away.
His bare feet slap against the polished concrete floor as he bolts down the corridor. We all take chase, and damn, I’m seriously out of shape. I can barely keep up with them.
Levi’s laughter echoes around me as he scoops me up and keeps running, and I wrap my body around his like a damn spider monkey and hold on for dear life.
“Don’t trip,” I call out to Tate as we gain on him, and he glances back.
“Run faster,” Levi taunts.
Tate veers left, taking the stairs two at a time. The air changes as we climb—it almost feels colder. Tate slips into a room and closes the door, and when we follow, we find him standing frozen. Looking down, it’s obvious this is where they feed the sharks in the large tank.
Tate swallows hard as Landon approaches him. “Jesus . . .”
“Are you scared of sharks?” I ask softly as Levi puts me down on my feet.
Tate nods, not looking away. “Yeah.”
“Good,” Landon says. “That’s adrenaline. Do you feel it in your chest? In your hands?”
“I do.”
Landon turns toward me. “Masked Snack, go lie down, head right on the edge.”
I lick my lips behind my mask; I don’t know what he is planning and my heart thumps wildly in my chest. I walk closer to the edge of the tank and see that it thankfully has a mini deck on the side, and I lower myself down.
Landon turns back to Tate. “Now on your hands and knees,” he says. “Face the tank.”
Tate obeys, dropping to his hands and knees and crawling forward until he’s positioned over me.
“Can you feel how fast your heart’s going?” Landon asks.
“Yes.”
“Good,” he murmurs. “Hold on to that feeling.”
Levi leans in this time. “Stay right there. Don’t move.”
I stare up at Tate and study his features. It’s almost as if his green eyes can see right through my mask.
My shoes are tugged off first, then my pants follow.
“There are no cameras set up in here, so I’m going to record you three fucking,” Levi says from somewhere behind us.
Landon is looking down at us, and I really hope this is going where I think it is.
“Pull her thong aside and push your cock inside her. Then stay really fucking still. We don’t want you to end up as shark food.”
Tate moves his arm beneath his body, pulling my thong aside, and as his fingers brush my skin, I shiver at the contact.
“Are you okay?” he asks me.
I nod my head, and he angles his cock so he can press the tip inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” I say, feeling him stretch me.
Levi and Landon have nice-sized cocks, but Tate is thick. He slowly pushes inside me, and once he is all the way to the base, he pauses just like he was told. This is almost torture—he isn’t moving, but my pussy wants more.
“Fucking perfect. Now tell me, has anyone fucked this ass before?” Landon asks.
“Yes,” Tate replies.
A growl vibrates through Landon’s chest, and because his voice is distorted, I don’t know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing. I can’t see much, but I sense him moving behind Tate, then he leans over and brings his fingers to Tate’s lips.
“Suck them well—this will be your only lube.”
Tate opens his mouth and sucks Landon’s fingers. My chest rises and falls, shallow and quick, as I take in the erotic way the two large digits slide in and out of his mouth, Tate’s spit pooling around them.
“That’s it,” he says, then removes his fingers. “Now stay nice and still while I warm up this gorgeous ass.”
Tate’s eyes flutter closed, framed with thick, dark lashes, and I have to stop myself from reaching out and touching them like a creeper. He makes the hottest sound and pulls back slightly, sending a little friction through my pussy.
“On your elbows and unbutton her top, I want to see her tits bounce while she gets fucked,” Levi says.
Tate struggles to move, but he finally manages to unbutton the leather top.
Thankfully, I switched from the last one to something easier to get in and out of.
Once the buttons are undone and the shirt falls open, my stomach knots at the sudden exposure.
Levi is aware I hate my breasts, even though it’s an irrational insecurity.
Tate unexpectedly leans down and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. Then he is thrusts into me, his arms moving to brace himself so we all don’t fall into the shark tank.
“Fuck,” Tate grunts. “This is— Wow . . .”
Levi chuckles from somewhere, and I understand Tate’s reaction; being so full and feeling so damn good at the same time can be both overstimulating and mind-blowing.
As Landon thrusts into Tate, the friction only makes me want more, and I demand just that. The two men eagerly comply, and the three of us move together, over and over, until a second orgasm explodes through my body and has me riding the waves of bliss.
The faint sound of movement nearby sends a shiver of awareness through me. The weight of Tate’s body, Landon fucking him, and the reminder that we’re being watched has my body trembling through the aftershocks of my powerful release.
“Oh god,” Tate moans out. “Your pussy keeps pulsing around me. I’m going to come.”
Tate is moved off me, so I push up, propping myself on my elbows to see what is happening. Tate is still on his knees, one hand holding himself up, while Landon reaches around him and wraps his large hand around Tate’s cock and strokes it.
“Fuck your ass feels good. I’m going to fill you up so you have to walk out of here with me leaking out of you.”
Looking away from Landon and Tate, I find Levi leaning against a wall. He’s holding the phone out to record but is watching me. With one hand, he motions for me to come to him, and I get to my feet, still mostly naked, my thong twisted and tits out.
I silently chuckle when I reach him and notice that the camera is not even on Landon or Tate, so I take his phone and end the recording.
I think we will have enough content to use.
Especially when I don’t plan to use any of the actual sex and anything else I would have to blur, though Aspen said she would help me with it anyway.
“I really need to fuck you again when we get home. I know you said only with the masks, but I didn’t know watching you with another man would bring out the caveman in me.”
“Maybe.”
He groans. “At least let me cum on you and mark my territory. I’m feeling very emasculated right now, and like a creeper for filming my brother fucking another man.”
“Okay,” I say, and he goes silent.
I think I may have broken him, then Tate’s noises get louder. I turn my attention back to Landon right as he lets out a low grunt, and Tate groans as his cum fills Landon’s hand. Neither of them moves for several seconds, then Landon pulls out and tucks himself away.
“You did so well,” Landon says to Tate.
I didn’t think this part through—the awkward moment after fucking.
Tate is naked, and his clothes are downstairs. He scans the room until he finds me, and then he mouths, “Thank you.”
Well damn, I didn’t expect this to go so well, and after that I don’t want this to be a one-off. I really hope Tate agrees to do this again soon.