12. Raven
Chapter twelve
Raven
Riding in the passenger seat of Damien’s car and looking out the window deep in thought, all I can think about is that creepy guy that walked up to me.
“Hello Raven, what brings you down here tonight? Don’t you normally stay in Sirens with your friend? What's her name? Oh wait, Naomi, right?” I asked him how he knew me and my friend. His answer being he had noticed me for a while now. Then I questioned him on how he knew we were at Sirens. He gave me no answer for that one. Something about the way he talked to me, and then tried to touch me, had the hairs on the back of my neck standing and all the red flag alerts going off in my head.
Pulling me from my thoughts, Damien grabs my thigh and squeezes. Looking over at him, his face is riddled with concern.
“You all right Angel? You seem a little out of it.” He accuses, starting to rub small circles on the top of my leg. Something about the gesture is calming.
“Mmm, I guess so, I don’t know. Besides, where are we going? None of this looks familiar?” I ask, changing the subject. Reyes is the one that gives me a reply.
“We’re taking you to our place, it was closer than your house. Is that okay?” Turning around and looking at him, I start chuckling before I can respond. My only thought being, how in the hell did he fit in the backseat? He raises an eyebrow at me.
“Yes, that's fine. Whatever. My question is how did you get back there? You seem way too tall to fit back there.” Damien starts to chuckle with me and Reyes just rolls his eyes.
“Trust me, it’s not easy folding myself in and out of this damn car. One day we will start driving my truck. Fuck being squished in the backseat of a sports car.” He quips out, and I laugh again. Letting some of the tension roll off my shoulders, I grab Damien’s cord and plug my phone in. Scrolling through my music, I put on Payphone by Maroon 5 and roll my window down, Damien looks over at me and laughs, then rolls his down too. Holding my arm out the window, I start singing along, letting the cool night air clear my head.
Pulling up to their house, I notice it’s nothing like what I thought. It's a Craftsman-style cabin set back from the road. It has dark gray siding with black trim around the windows and a wood-colored tin roof. Skylight windows line the roof and I can’t even imagine the views from inside. Sheesh, this looks nice as fuck. Parking the car, Damien comes over and opens my door, helping me out. Pulling the seat up, he lets Reyes get out and I let out a loud laugh watching him struggle.
“Shut your mouth, Little Devil.” Reyes murmurs. Me and Damien just laugh harder as Luis pulls up and hops off the bike, walking over and looking at us like we’re crazy.
“What’s so funny?” Luis asks as he looks at the guys, then at me.
“Umm well, I’m laughing because Reyes just had to literally unfold himself to get out of the car. And it was way too fucking funny to watch.” Holding my hand over my mouth, I struggle to keep myself from laughing again. Luis starts chuckling with Damien when Reyes punches them both in the arm and walks up to the front door. I follow behind, taking in the space as we walk in.
We make our way through a small hallway that leads to the living room. I spot a black leather couch and go directly for it.
Sitting down, I look around, taking it all in, it’s actually way bigger than it looks from the outside, and I can tell they like black just as much as I do. The furniture is all dark leather, the accents are a dark green tone and hints of wood tie it all together. There are exposed wooden beams throughout, and it’s surprisingly well kept for there to be three men living here.
There looks to be an office through double doors next to the living room and then a short hallway, I’m assuming it leads to their bedrooms. Oh, I can only imagine what those look like. Laying my head back against the back of the couch, Luis walks up behind me. Standing over me, he leans over and asks,
“You want something to eat or drink? I can make something real quick if you wanna go shower?” Looking up at him and letting out a yawn, I stand up.
“Nah I’m not hungry, but I’ll definitely take some water if you have any. And could you point me in the direction of the shower, because that actually sounds amazing and I feel disgusting.” Between Mr. Creepy, and getting sweaty from dancing, a hot shower sounds perfect. Walking up to me, Reyes holds his hand out and waits for me to grab it. Pulling me up, he leads us out of the living room.
“You can use my shower. One of us will get you a shirt to wear and throw your clothes in the wash.” He says, walking us towards his room. Luis tosses me a bottle of water as I pass him and I continue on my way.
Walking through his room and into the bathroom, Reyes grabs me a towel from the cabinet and sets it on the counter.
“Take all the time you need, me and the guys can use the other shower.” He urges, his eyes raking over my body before he then turns around and walks out, shutting the door behind him.
Turning on the water and getting undressed, I walk into the steamy shower. Letting the hot water run over my body, I rest my hands on the wall and let my head hang between them. I stay like that for a couple minutes, just letting the water fall down my body. I take a breath and push off the wall.
Grabbing his shampoo, I lather my hair and rinse it out, doing the same with the conditioner. Gah this stuff smells so good. Like him. Reaching for his body wash next and pour it into my hands and slowly run it down my body. I close my eyes and the smell alone feels like he’s in here, cleaning my body for me. I open my eyes, snapping out of the moment and turning the shower off.
Stepping out and picking up my towel, I dry off before opening the door. Seeing the shirt laying on the bed, I pick it up, pulling it over my head, feeling the fabric against my skin as it stops mid-thigh. Thank god for being short. I go to walk out of his bedroom door, but stop in my tracks when Damien suddenly walks in, causing me to gasp.
“Damn Angel, I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just coming to get your clothes to throw in the wash. Fuck though, you look better in my shirt than any clothes I’ve ever seen you in.” He growls that last part as he looks my body up and down with a hunger in his eyes. Fuck me, these guys are going to ruin me.
“Thank God y’all are tall as fuck or my ass would be on display. I’ll grab my clothes, give me a sec.” Turning and walking to the bathroom, I hear him hot on my heels. Gathering my clothes and turning around, I practically run into him, his chest like a brick wall. I take in a deep breath, inhaling his scent. It’s a mix of pure masculine and citrus-like. Looking up at him, his eyes are burning with lust. He grabs me by the hips and pins me against the sink, my clothes falling from my hands as he moves me.
“Little Viper, I’m trying to hold on to my self control, but something about you makes that slip.” He growls, putting his face to my neck and inhaling.
“Damien,” I whimper out. That must be what makes the switch in his brain flip. Before I can say anything else, he’s picking me up and setting me down on the counter before he slams his mouth to mine. He nips my bottom lip, forcing me to open for him. The kiss is heated and greedy. Running his hands through my wet hair, he pulls my head back, deepening the kiss. Suddenly he breaks the kiss, pulling back just enough to look down at me.
“Fuck, is this okay?” He asks, grabbing my face. Nodding my head, he growls, “Give me your words Raven.”
“Yes. Jesus, this is okay.” I pant, pulling him back to me and slamming my lips back to his. Slowly he runs his hands down the sides of my body before resting on my thighs. I can feel his fingers play with the hem of my shirt as he lifts the shirt over my head and throws it on the toilet. Sinking to his knees, his hands are on my thighs again as he looks up at me and whispers,
“Fuck, I cannot wait to taste you, Angel.” His hands grip firmly on my thighs as he pushes my legs further apart and starts kissing up my thighs, making me shiver. Goosebumps litter my skin when he brings his mouth to my clit, dragging his tongue across as he sucks and licks so fucking slowly. Feeling the cold metal of his tongue ring causes a shiver to run up my spine. Moving further down, he thrusts his tongue into my core and my hands instantly move to grab his hair, adding more pressure, but it’s not enough.
“Fuck Casanova, I need more. Please.” I beg with a moan dripping from my lips. Fuck his mouth feels so good. Standing up, he pulls me toward the edge of the sink and drops his sweats. He steps back as he lines his cock at my entrance and with one fluid motion, he’s pushing into me, causing me to cry out. I don’t know if I’ll ever fully adjust to his size, let alone the feeling of all the piercings. God, he can rip me apart and you will hear no complaint from me.
“Fuck, this pussy is so, God. Damn. Tight.” He grunts with each thrust.
“Harder, please, fuck me harder. God, I’m about to cum!” I scream out. Dragging me off the sink he pulls out, flips me around and bends me over, slamming back into me as his hand reaches around to grab the front of my throat.
“Watch yourself, Little Viper,” he forces my face towards the mirror, “Watch me make you cum.” He growls, slapping my ass. I will definitely have a mark there. He slaps the other side to match. His thrusts get deeper and God, I swear I can feel him so deep inside of me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m cumming.” I pant out. He squeezes my throat tighter, cutting off my air causing stars to litter my vision as I cum hard and fast.
“Fuck, squeeze my cock, Angel.” Groaning as his thrusts become jerky, my name spilling from his lips as he cums deep inside of me. Thank God for my IUD . Apparently, they don’t know how to pull out.
“Stay right here, let me clean you up.” He states, slowly pulling out and tucking himself into his sweats, he pulls them up before grabbing a rag and wetting it with warm water. He turns back to me and takes his time as he cleans me up. Reaching for my shirt, he grabs it and pulls it back over my head as he helps me off the sink.
“Fucks sake, I haven’t gotten off that hard in like, ever.” I huff out before feeling his cum drip down my leg. Grabbing the rag, I wipe it off and he growls.
“Don’t wipe off any more. I enjoy seeing my cum drip from your sweet pussy, Little Viper.” Grabbing my hand and dirty clothes, he walks us out and back to the living room. Reyes and Luis are grinning while Damien walks to what I assume is their laundry room.
Luis walks in from the kitchen to bring me a sandwich and I gladly take a bite of it, groaning as I swallow it down. This is a damn good sandwich. He looks at me with a slight smirk before he hands me my phone,
“Naomi texted you. Once you text her back, I can put it on to charge for you.” He has this devilish grin on his face now. Grinning back, I take my phone and open up the text.
Naomi: Hey bitch, you make it home yet? I’m home and going to bed. Drinks were definitely needed tonight! Loveee you babe ??
Me: Hey babe, sorry! The guys brought me back to their place since it was closer. I just showered and I’m going to sleep too. You handed me one too many tonight and now I’m sleepy asf ?? loveee you! Text you tomorrow ??
Closing the thread, I hand it back to Luis. Reyes comes and sits next to me on the couch and brings me my bottle of water, downing it in one gulp.
Handing me a blanket, Damien sits down in front of me and starts massaging my legs as Luis sits down on my other side. It’s like they are all trying to be near me at the same time. Resting my head on Reyes' shoulder they turn on a movie, and before I know it, my eyes get heavy and I slowly drift off to sleep, with these three guys on my mind.