Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
“THIS IS WHAT YOU CAME FOR” BY CALVIN HARRIS, RIHANNA
ANATOLE
“What is this place?” Blossom asks and Steele helps her off my lap. I take a moment to admire the cum that drips out of her very red pussy. Poor thing will be extra sore after that, and I really wish I felt bad about it, but I fucking don’t. Nope. Bastard that I am, I just feel smug as fuck.
I look up from her glistening cunt to see that we’re outside a warehouse which is covered in neon paint.
Pounding music is coming from the large front doors, which are manned by two beefy looking bouncers, and there are people milling around outside but no queue which I’m fucking grateful for.
Though it’s a warm night so wouldn’t be terrible, especially given we have Blossom with us.
“It’s a UV rave paint party, Flower,” Steele tells her, using a wet wipe to help clean her up. We put them in the truck if we needed them later with the paint, but now I’m glad we had them so she could be comfortable. Though I would prefer her to be dripping my cum all night.
“Ever been to one?” I ask as I tuck myself back into my now damp shorts. I don’t give a shit. I’ll happily wear her cum all night.
“No… never,” she answers, and I help tug her shorts back up, covering her.
“Perfect,” Nox says from the front, turning around and giving her a smirk. “We’re your first.”
“Have you been to many?” Nox gets out first, then I open my door, reach in and help her out.
I pull her towards me, our bodies aligning, and wrap my arms around her until we are flush and she’s having to tip her head back to look at me.
“A few, but we’ve not bought anyone before, and I know this one will be my favourite,” I tell her, moving our bodies a little to the thumping bass from the rave.
“Why?” Her forehead is creased, and I dip down, giving it a kiss and just fucking loving the feel of her in my arms.
“Because you’re here, Bloom.”
I take her hand, Steele clasping her other, and Nox rolls his eyes, but walks ahead towards the bouncers who check our IDs before letting us in.
The music is so much louder inside, and I can feel Blossom practically vibrating with excitement as she tries to see beyond the next set of doors that leads to the main part of the rave.
Nox pays for our tickets, and then we’re walking towards the doors.
“Ready?” I ask, and she nods her head, her eyes shining with excitement.
“So ready!” She laughs, and I can feel my lips split into a wide grin as Nox opens the door for her.
“Oh… wow!” Her gasp can barely be heard over the music, and there are people everywhere, covered in splashes of neon paint, dancing all over the vast space.
“Come on, let’s get marked up!” Nox shouts, leading the way to one of the paint stations.
He grabs a pot of neon pink paint, taking the brush and covering his hand, then turns towards her. “We’re going to mark you, Petal. Publicly. Where everyone can see you belong to us.”
Her breath catches as he steps forward, wrapping his hand around the front of her throat. He holds it there for a moment, before removing it, leaving behind a pink handprint like a claim.
Steele lets go of her hand, grabbing the orange paint and painting one hand, then the other.
“These beautiful tits are ours,” he says in a low, gruff tone, bringing his hands up and cupping her breasts over the top of her tight crop top. I rumble in approval when he takes them away and two large orange handprints cover her tits.
Nox hands me the blue paint, and letting go of her hand, I paint one of mine, stepping into her. “This sweet fucking pussy belongs to us too, Bloom.”
She gasps as I cup between her thighs, and the heat that seeps into my hand has me semi hard.
“Do I get to mark you too?” she asks in a breathy voice that does not help make my dick go down.
“Of course, Bloom,” I answer, removing my hand and giving her the blue paint.
She paints her hand, then looks at me, her gaze practically eating me fucking up. Her lower lip — which has been bruised since last night, no doubt Nox’s doing — disappears into her mouth. Then with a small smile, she places her hand right over my dick.
“Mine,” she whispers, and fucking hell I’m going to be hard for the rest of the night, not great in loose shorts which don’t exactly hide anything.
“Yours,” I agree in a deep tone.
She turns to Steele, doing the same, and I watch the indulgent smile on his face that I’m not sure I’ve ever seen before.
And then she turns to Nox, who watches her like he plans to devour her right there.
She pauses, waiting and he gives her a nod, taking an inhale while she places her hand over his dick and removes it quickly.
“We’ve marked each other now. We belong together,” he states, and something solidifies in my chest. Like it’s now official.
She nods, then giggles, which should probably be a warning, because seconds later, blue paint is splattered all over Nox’s front and a bit across his cheek.
“Princess…” he warns, but she darts behind Steele, laughing and I let out a laugh. “He won’t protect you from me, baby.”
“Yes I will,” Steele rumbles, and he looks deadly serious, when suddenly a smirk comes over his lips. “Did you just mark my ass, Flower.”
“That’s mine too,” she replies, her tone mostly serious, then her eyes land on me.
She steps away from Steele, handing him the blue paint and grabbing some red from the table. I wait, seeing what she plans to do, watching as she paints her hand again, then hovers it directly over my heart, which I swear stops beating.
“Is this mine too, Ant?”
I grasp her delicate wrist, closing the distance so that her print is right over my heart.
“Yes, Bloom. It is.”
She gives me a smile that is full of something I’m not sure I’m ready to name yet, then goes up on her tiptoes, presenting her lips to me. I oblige her, what else am I to do? Closing the distance, when our lips make contact it’s like the whole club melts away and it’s just us two.
I never want to kiss another person, don’t need to. Because she is my very fucking oxygen and without it, I die. Simple as that.
She gasps into my mouth, and I pull away to find both Nox and Steele using their hands and fingers to cover her porcelain skin in paint. Wet fingers trail across my cheek, and I find her using her fingers to mark me up more.
I fucking love it. Would let her do pretty much anything to me if it made her happy.
I dip my fingers in her pot of red, drawing a heart on her cheek, not giving a fuck if it’s corny as shit.
“You look like a night goddess, Flower,” Steele tells her, and I can’t help agreeing with him when she steps back, the light making all our marks flash.
“Our goddess and we will worship you forever, Petal,” Nox adds, and she turns to him, taking the red paint and marking his face with a heart, just like I did hers. The red compliments the deep bronze his skin is under the club lighting.
Perhaps she did mine too?
Paint hits me in a splatter on the other side of my face, and I turn to find Steele with a paintbrush of green, smiling like a fucking lunatic.
“Oh, game on motherfucker!”
I grab the orange, then start flicking it at him, Blossom laughing and squealing when she gets caught up in our paint fight. Of course Nox joins in, and soon we all look like a rainbow troll vomited up all over us.
“This Is What You Came For” by Calvin Harris and Rihanna starts to play and Blossom hops up and down.
“I love this song! Let’s dance!” She grabs my hand, dragging me to the dance floor dancing to the beat the whole way there.
I press my front to her back, pulling her up against me as we dance, and feeling her grinding and writhing against me is the best kind of torture. Nox appears in front of her, and her hands go above her as he places his on her waist and we move together, in sync.
I know my dick is hard again, but don’t give a shit and she may have thought I was joking earlier in the truck, but I’d fuck her on this dance floor if I could get away with it. Steele appears next to us, four neon drinks in his hands, and she laughs as she takes one.
“This really is the best!” she shouts, and I chuckle, taking my own drink in one hand while keeping the other on her hip.
“The night is just getting started, Bloom.” Then I lean close to her ear, licking the sweat off that’s beaded just behind it. I feel her shiver and smirk. “And I promise you that you’ll be going home in wet shorts if you keep dancing against me like that.”
I thrust my hard dick against her ass, a spark of pleasure flowing up my spine at the brief contact and the way she gasps.
Suddenly, Nox turns her, so she’s facing me and he’s grinding against her ass. I give him a playful glare, but don’t mind too much because this way I get her tits and face. She’s fucking radiant, and not just because of the UV paint that flashes with the lights.
Her eyes are practically sparkling, her lips pulled up into such a wide grin it makes my own cheeks ache with a smile that matches it.
“I really am glad you guys muscled your way into my house!” she yells again, leaning into me so I can hear her better.
I huff a laugh. “Me too, baby!”
We spend the next little while dancing and drinking, passing her between us so she’s always in the centre and one of us is always holding her against us.
“I need to pee!” she informs us and we all laugh. “Toilets that way!”
Taking my hand, she heads off in that direction, Steele growling because, like me, he wants to clear the way for her so no one touches her but us.
We’re nearing the edge of the dance floor when some dickhead stumbles into her.
“Well, ‘ello p-etty lady,” he slurs, reaching out and grabbing her breast.
I’m pulling her behind me before his fingers fully close around it, my fist flying into his face at the same time before I’ve even registered what I’m doing.
“Wha’ da fuck!?” he snarls, head whipping back around, blood flowing from his no doubt broken nose if the crunch was any sign. But then I’m in his face, hand around his throat and squeezing hard. His hands come up, trying to prise my fingers off but he’s no match for my anger.
“You don’t fucking touch her!” I yell into his face, spittle flying from my lips as his start to turn blue. “You don’t even get to breathe the same air as her. Understood?”
He bobs his head as much as I allow, and I give a final squeeze before throwing him to the ground where he lands in a gasping heap.
“Everything okay here?” A deep male voice asks and I look up to find a bouncer looking at the guy on the floor, then me, and Steele, Nox and Blossom behind me.
“He grabbed my boob and my boyfriend just told him to leave me alone,” Blossom states, voice a little shaky but chin lifted as she defends me. Fucking defends me after I nearly strangled the guy to death.
The bouncer looks back down at the guy, then at me again. Then back down. “Come on, time to leave.”
I think he’s talking to me, but he swoops down, grabs the still-gasping asshole by his shirt, pulls him to his feet and drags him towards the doors. My chest is heaving, my fists still clenched at my sides as adrenaline pumps through my body.
“Ant?” Blossom’s voice filters through the red haze, and I look up to find her in front of me. “Are you okay?”
I blink. Once. Twice. Am I okay?
“He touched you. Are you okay?” I grit out, feeling pissed all over again that someone even got that close.
She steps closer, so close that I can feel her body heat. “I’m fine, love. But you’re bleeding, so I think we should find somewhere to get you cleaned up.”
She takes my hand, and I glance down to find my knuckles are split and I have scratch marks along my wrist where he tried to claw me off.
“I’m fine.” My words are gravel, and she uses her other hand to cup my cheek.
“Please. Let me take care of you, love.” I shiver when she uses that term for the second time. Love.
I relent, I can’t do anything else when she gives me those doe eyes of hers, and she leads me to the bathrooms, with Steele in front this time to make sure no one else tries anything. There’s a large single one, so we all pile in.
It’s surprisingly clean for the fact this is a rave and all, and doesn’t smell godawful like some we’ve been to. Taking my hand she brings me over to the sink and starts cleaning me up, her fingers soft and gentle.
It helps calm me a little, but all I can see is that cunt grabbing her breast that belongs to me. To us. And the rage filters in again. She must sense the tension, because she stops what’s she’s doing, her head tilted to one side.
“What’s wrong, love?” her voice is as gentle as her hands, and it makes me want to punch that dick all over again.
“I’m fucking pissed he touched you. Touched what belongs to me. To us.”
She considers me for a moment, then drops my hand, grabbing the hem of her crop top and pulling it up.
My mouth goes dry when she exposes a lacy black bralette.
My dick goes rock solid when she pulls both cups aside and her gorgeous tits spill out, still covered in bites and marks from Nox and Steele.
“Mark me, Ant. Mark me where he touched me.”
My breath punches out of me when she drops to her knees, hands cupping her tits like an offering.
I don’t need to be told twice. My hand reaches into my shorts, the same hand that punched that cunt, and I pull out my dick, already pumping as I stare at those fucking tits.
“Gonna make sure everyone can smell me on you, baby,” I hiss, setting a brutal pace.
I’m so fucking worked up already, what with her grinding that sweet body all over me for hours, then the violence of beating that guy up, that it doesn’t take long before I can feel electricity zapping up my spine. “Fuck!”
I almost black out as hot spurts of cum lands on her heaving chest, glistening in the light. I keep pumping, making sure every drop is on her, my breathing harsh.
She stands up, steps even closer to me. “Rub in it, love.”
Fucking. Hell.
Letting go of my dick — which hasn’t yet fully softened and I feel won’t now I know what she feels like — I use my busted up hand, knuckles bruised and bloody to rub my cum into her skin.
Blood and cum mix on her chest, marking her as mine in every way.
I spread it all over, loving her little moans when I pay close attention to those perky nipples of hers, which are tight and begging for attention.
I massage it in until there’s no more on the surface. Until it feels like she’s absorbed it all. And a lightness fills my chest, replacing the rage that sat there moments ago.
“Better?” she asks, tits still out, and I use my cum covered fingers to grasp her chin, pulling her to me and slamming my lips on hers.
Her hands tangle in my tank, pulling me closer as we lose ourselves in each other, sharing oxygen as we always seem to do when our mouths collide.
“I’m never letting you go, Bloom,” I rasp against her lips. “Fucking never.”