19. Arsen
nineteen
Arsen
“Now that the fighting is out of the way...It’s time to fuck.” Ali’s words filter through my mind, but for some reason, none of them are making sense. None of us move; I think we are all still a bit stunned at watching our woman drop two grown men like it was nothing. I mean, yeah, she took some hits that will probably bruise, but not once did she let them hinder her. Shit, she took it all in stride, better than some men I know. Ali was a wildfire that refused to be smothered. Suddenly, she reaches down and whips her bra up and over her head, tossing it to the floor before staring at us expectantly. I blink at her, my eyes now trained on her bare chest. Her perky tits teasing us as her rosy nipples start to pebble at the attention. Popping her hip out in a bratty move, her next words finally register. “Well, am I going to fuck myself in front of you all, or are you going to help a girl out?”
Riot is the first to snap out of our tit trance and move, practically tackling Ali to the ground in a deep, passionate kiss. She lets out a groan of pain which catches Cash’s attention as he surges forward and grabs Riot, pulling him off of Ali. “She’s injured, you idiot.” I finally move then, holding out a hand to help a giggling Ali up. She winces as she gets to her feet.
“Are you okay?” I ask, letting my eyes drift over her skin, checking for any serious injury. I can tell she is still hyped up on adrenaline. Her green eyes are heavy, lidded with lust, as she takes me in as well.
She lifts her hand to my chest, her finger trailing down towards my sweats as she bites her lower lip. “I’ll be much better once you…” Her words are cut off by Cash. His body pressed against her, his hand around her neck, his other hand going to the bare, creamy flesh of her stomach.
“Now, now, Ali Cat, it’s not nice to tease us like this.” I watch as Cash slides his hand up toward Ali’s breast, finding her nipple and pinching. She hisses at the sudden pain before I notice the flexing of her thighs. Cash’s blue eyes clash with mine, telling me exactly what he wants. Slowly I get to my knees, reaching up and gripping Ali’s shorts and sliding them down her smooth, toned legs. Legs that could kill a man, apparently. She lets out a sharp breath before she attempts to look down, but Cash keeps a tight hold on her throat.
The moment the shorts leave her legs, she clenches her thighs together. I let out a dark chuckle at that. “Now’s not the time to be shy, baby.” I smirk up at her as I slide my hands up her legs. Her frame does a full body shiver as I let my fingers creep higher and higher, until I reach the apex of her thighs. “Now be a good girl and open up.” I tell her, tapping her thighs with my hands. From the corner of my eye, I spot Riot, already undressing, his eyes laser-focused on our woman. An idea sparks. “Look to your left, Ali.” Cash turns her head, one of his hands still twerking her nipples.
Riot has his cock out now, as he takes a seat on the couch. His piercings gleam under the lights as he begins to stroke himself. With her distracted with a show, I reach up and yank her legs apart further. The motion jerks her, her body almost giving out, but Cash keeps her steady as he grinds his own cock up against her cunt. The moment she relaxes a bit, I dive in, my tongue swirling around her clit as she lets out a sudden yelp in surprise. The second I come in contact with her core, her sweetness floods my taste buds, and I moan out my approval. Fuck, who knew she would taste this good? There’s a tinge of pain in my side as I come to a stand. “But first, taste yourself.” I grab the back of her head and slam my lips down on hers. The kiss is primal, full of desire and need as I devour her. After a minute I pull away, allowing her to finally breathe in air that wasn’t mine.
“Now that Arsen prepped you for Ri…Ri is going to prep you for me. All while you return the favor Arsen just gave you,” Cash tells her, shuffling her over to the couch to stand in front of Riot, who is perched on the edge. The stupid grin lighting his face reminds me of a kid after his parents tell him he can have ice cream for dinner. “You’re going to ride your husband’s dick while you suck off Arsen.” He glances at me with a hungry look on his face before cocking a brow. His question is clear…‘What the hell are you waiting for?’
Taking my cue, I begin to undress, stripping my T-shirt over my head and dropping my sweats to the ground. I didn’t bother with boxers today, so stepping out of the sweats, I head for the back of the couch, my hand automatically going to my cock to give it a few pumps. Precum has started to leak, and I lick my lips again, savoring Ali’s taste that still lingers there. Fuck, her pussy is my new favorite thing to eat. I move to the back of the couch as Ali is released from Cash’s hold and climbs onto Riot’s lap, sinking onto his cock with a soft sigh. I watch in fascination as our girl slowly thrusts her hips before she lets out a startled yelp. Riot smirks and nods to me. “Don’t forget about Arsen. He looks like he’s in need of some assistance.” Ali freezes, her eyes snapping to mine with excitement. Her gaze drifts down my body, pausing on the bandage still on my side before landing on my hard-as-steel cock that I’m stroking. She licks her lick hungrily as she crooks a finger to come closer. I do exactly as I’m told as she leans forward, shoves my hands away, and grips my cock.
The couch back is low set, so my hips are the perfect height as she leans forward and licks my tip. A shiver of pleasure sweeps through my body as she licks me like a lollipop. Another swat to her ass sounds. “Don’t tease him, Kitten.” I glance up to see Cash fully unclothed now, his own cock in hand as he stares at Ali’s ass in the air. “Suck him good, baby.” he demands as he leans forward and swipes his fingers through her folds, gathering her wetness and runs it down her ass. She jerks at the sudden intrusion but dismisses it as she opens her mouth and swallows my cock up.
“Fuckkk….” I curse as she sucks at my shaft, her hand coming up to cup my balls. I moan as she tightens her hold a second before continuing her assault on my cock.
“That’s it, Kitten. Relax for me,” Cash calls out as he lines himself up. Reaching down, I grab a handful of her black and pink bun and hold her in place. Her mouth wrapped around my cock as she attempts to breathe through her nose. Slowly I pull her back, her beautiful green eyes watering as Cash works his cock into her ass.
“Fuck, brother, I can feel you. Her pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight. She loves this,” Riot says as he twerks her nipples still buried deep within our woman. None of us move as Cash works his way in. Slowly thrusting as he stretches her wide for him. After a few minutes he’s fully sheathed, and I finally yank her off my cock to suck in lungfuls of air. I chuckle, reach out, and wipe the drool from her chin as she stares up at me, eyes now full blown in lust.
“You like this, don’t you?” I ask. When she doesn’t respond, I yank her head back. “You like us filling you up, stuffing you full of our cocks all at once. Don’t you?” This time she nods. Her head bobbing as if she’s drunk off of sex already. I grin wide. “Oh baby. We are going to ruin you. If you thought you were sore because of the fight, it is nothing compared to what we are about to do to your body.”
“Yessss…” she slurs, grinning up at me. “Please.” she begs when none of us move yet.
“Please what?” Cash demands, thrusting deeper.
Ali moans again. “Please ruin me.”
Riot chuckles, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her body jerk up and let out a yelp. “With pleasure, wife.” Riot glances at Cash, who glances at me. As if we all share the same brain, we move as one. I grip Ali’s head and yank her back down, her mouth going straight for my cock as she sucks, hollowing her cheeks to take me deeper. Riot and Cash thrust, taking a second to find a rhythm as Cash grips Ali’s hips to keep her steady. We fuck her like a rag doll, like she’s our own personal whore, but she gives as good as she takes. Moans and groans fill the room, creating a musical symphony worthy of multiple awards. The woman is a sex goddess, taking us all so good as she begins to hum around my cock. The feeling sends zings through my body as my orgasm builds, making me take over to chase the high. Gripping her head, I begin to thrust, slamming my cock down her throat. The tip hitting the back as her teeth graze my length, and I inch closer to the explosion I know will all be worth it.
Ali must realize I’m close because she reaches up once again, cupping my balls. The moment she squeezes, I lose the fight, my cum shooting down her throat without warning. I want to feel bad, but she asked for this, and she doesn’t disappoint as she swallows everything I give her. Fuck, that is a beautiful sight. The second I’m spent, I release my grip and pull away, allowing her to finally breathe again. But my brothers aren’t done with her yet.
Cash and Riot work in tandem as they thrust in and out of her. I move to the chair next to the couch, not wanting to miss the moment they shatter her. Pounding flesh echoes around the room, followed by the sweet, husky tones of Ali’s pleas for more. The woman is insatiable and absolutely perfect for the three of us. “Give us one more, baby. One more and we will let you rest,” Cash says as he leans forward, reaches around, and circles her clit.
“That’s it, squeeze my cock, baby. Strangle him. Milk me of everything I have,” Riot calls as he leans in to suck on Ali’s breast. She moans at the contact, and it’s a sight to see as she throws her head back in ecstasy, the moment I get to see her jump over the edge as both guys continue to pound into her.
Cash is next to follow, his movement turning jerky as he tries to fight it, but I know there’s no use. Ali was made to take us. I have the sudden urge to see her round with one of our children. Fuck, that would be an even better sight. But I shake that image away as Cash fully pulls out, landing one more smack, leaving another red handprint on her ass as he drops to sit on the coffee table, leaning back and watching the last of the show with me.
Riot realizes he has Ali to himself, suddenly stands, flips Ali, and places her on the couch on her hands and knees. The primal bastard. She seems confused for half a second before Riot is entering her core again. Gripping her hips, he goes to town, slamming into her in the most animalistic way he could as he fucks her doggy style. Ali, not one to tap out, delivers thrust for thrust as she pushes back. The woman is a porn star made just for us.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she begs as Riot picks up his pace. They are both close, and it’s a sight to behold as my own cock twitches again, ready to go another round. Riot suddenly curses as he slams deep into Ali, holding himself there for a moment as Ali lets out a long, husky moan. Okay, that’s my new favorite sound in the world.
They stay like that for a moment before Riot finally pulls out, his dick still semi-hard as he stares right at her pussy still in the air. “Nope, keep all of that right there.” he says, reaching up and pushing his cum deeper into her core. Crazy fucker. Ali slumps to the couch, her arms finally giving out as she lets out a giggle.
“Well, that was fun, but now I’m tired.” We all chuckle as she lets out a small whine. She tries to push up in an attempt to sit but slumps back down. “Okay, so I don’t think I can actually move, but I still need a shower.” She glances at the three of us as she shifts to her side, not a single ounce of embarrassment at being naked and dripping in our cum.
Cash stands, his eyes admiring our work. “I’ll take you to shower, Kitten. Riot, go make the bed, and Arsen, you make her a snack. She’s exerted a lot of energy today.” He smirks at that as he bends and scoops Ali in his arms, heading for the bathroom.
“Fuck, she’s perfect.” Riot murmurs to himself, his eyes tracking her through the room. She was an unexpected surprise, and I have to agree with him. Ali is perfect for us and I can’t wait for more surprises she might bring to our lives.
“Yeah, she is.” I murmur back as I stand, not bothering to get dressed as I head for the kitchen. But I worry what it means for her being with us. Now we have to make sure we can keep her safe because being with us puts a target on her back. Maybe even a bigger one than ours now. We’ve learned the hard way to use what your enemy cares for the most against them, and Ali is quickly becoming more to all of us. I have a feeling if anything happened to Ali because of us, this city, our father’s, our enemy wouldn’t stand a chance. I’ll become my namesake and burn it all down.