Chapter 24
Fantasy
I’m tossed onto my bed by Ash, and as I stare up at the two of them, I’m not so sure provoking them earlier was a good idea.
They look hungry. “Maybe we should go finish the movie,” I murmur, then swallow hard.
My brain is foggy, and I know I’m not thinking straight.
My eyes bounce from Cruz to Asher. Mucking around is one thing, but screwing two Stryker brothers at once—I’m not even sure how that works. “Maybe this was a bad idea.”
Cruz’s tongue runs over his bottom lip, stopping to toy with his piercing. “I think it might just have been the best idea you’ve ever had. Even better than getting off that bus and running straight into my arms.”
“Th-that’s not how it happened,” I stutter, shoving myself up the bed a little farther as my heart flutters.
He takes a step closer. “That’s how I remember it.” His dark eyes gleam with excitement.
“I have to agree with Cruz; this was a brilliant idea,” Ash says, stripping off his jeans, his shirt already discarded on the floor someplace behind him.
Oh God damn. He’s gorgeous. I mean, I already knew it from the night he shared my bed, but my mouth pops open as I take him in anyway.
The muscles, the ink, the package bulging in his black boxer briefs.
Maybe two is better than one? my greedy pussy pipes up.
It seems one mind-blowing orgasm wasn’t enough for her.
“We can stop if you really want to.” Ash smirks, all cheeky. He knows I couldn’t stop this train from derailing now even if I wanted to. I’m wet all over again and throbbing with fresh need.
I feel Cruz’s hands on me, just below the hemline of my dress, his knee pressed into the bed beside me.
His touch is light on my thigh, but very deliberate as he strokes back and forth.
He pulls my attention back to him as his lips meet mine, and he kisses me hungrily.
I press my body into him, my mouth opening up so he can force his tongue inside.
As he kisses me, he scrunches up my dress and drags it up my body, only pulling away from my lips for a split second to remove it over my head.
I feel Asher’s weight press into the bed on the other side of me, his lips dusting feather-light kisses down my neck and shoulder.
Both of their hands are everywhere, and I melt, my mind going blank as I let them drag me into the abyss with them.
My nipples harden under their touch, and my pussy throbs for more.
Ash’s lips come to my earlobe. “Tell us what you want, little princess?”
My breath hitches. I have no clue. I never in a million years imagined I would be in this position with two men. “More of this,” I whisper when he stops moving.
His hand reaches between my legs, cupping my pussy through my panties that are somehow still on. “You want me to play with you some more?”
“Yes,” I moan, as he strokes me through my panties.
Cruz chuckles. His hand gently cupping my chin, he tilts my head to meet his intense eyes. Their chaotic dance is like the fury of a storm. “You want something pierced and hard to suck on?” He presses the tip of his thumb into my mouth.
I nod, and he pushes his thumb in further, his dirty words waking up my inner vixen as I suck on his thumb. “Yes, please.” My voice isn’t even my own anymore. I don’t know who I am, but I know I want that.
With a cheeky grin, he pulls his thumb out, moving to strip off his black jeans and boxer briefs, his massive cock springing free.
He’s hard and thick, his piercing glistening under the low light.
I know I shouldn’t stare, but I can’t help myself.
Cocks aren’t supposed to look so appealing, but I want his in my mouth now.
Asher strips my panties down my legs, exposing me completely.
He brings them up to his nose and inhales deeply.
The look on his face is one of pure pleasure.
It makes my cheeks glow with heat, and my body pulses with fresh desire.
There is something primal going on here, something I don’t quite understand.
He pushes me down so I’m lying flat on the bed and spreads my legs wide open, his fingertips pressing in lightly as his head dips down till he’s licking all of me down there.
He groans as if I’m the most delicious treat he has ever tasted.
Cruz slowly moves back up the bed, his pierced cock drawing my attention, making me eagerly anticipate tasting it as I moisten my lips.
He strokes himself with one hand, and with the other, he cups my face again.
“I have been dying to have these pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” He uses his thumb to open my mouth, toying with me before he presses the tip of his cock to my lips.
I lick over the tip, tasting him. Then down the side, running my tongue over the piercings.
It only turns me on more, and I moan as I move just a little so I can suck on more of him.
His hand laces into my hair, and he holds me like I’m made of fine china, all delicate and soft, even though he’s thrusting his cock inside my mouth.
Asher eats me, lapping at my clit as his tongue circles in a way that drives me crazy.
I reach for him, running my hand through his soft hair.
His fingers press into my hip as he tries to pull me even closer to him.
He looks sexy as all hell down there, and he knows it.
I sense him grinning up at me right before he sucks my clit into his mouth so roughly that stars appear and I cum in a rush.
Gripping his hair, I ride his face as my pussy convulses, and I cry around Cruz’s cock. I know it only turns him on more, his grip on my face getting rougher with each thrust. Asher keeps lapping at me, eating me until the quivering and shaking subsides. Then he’s gone.
Cruz pulls out as well, moving me so he’s lying on his back and I’m over him. I stroke his cock, my thumb rubbing over the piercings. “These must have hurt like mad when you got them done.”
“Nah. I don’t feel pain. It was nothing.”
Asher’s hands are back on me. Shifting in close behind me, he kisses my shoulder as his hands run up and over my tits. “He’s not shitting you. He was born like that.”
I glance back at him. “You guys are serious.”
Cruz grins. “Deadly, baby.”
I keep stroking him, wondering how that is even a thing. But I saw what he was like after being stabbed. He was out of it but not acting like he was in pain. Then he fucked me like nothing had happened to him and refused painkillers.
Asher pinches my nipple, toying with me, and I groan, wanting him to just fill me up already.
This all feels so natural and normal when I know it shouldn’t, the three of us chatting while we’re butt naked.
Neither of them is in a rush to intensify the situation, but my throbbing pussy is desperate. I push back into him.
“It’s why he’s a total psycho.” Asher laughs, holding me impossibly close as he plays with me, not taking the hint of me pressing my ass into his cock. But he’s so close I can feel his massive erection rubbing against my pussy, and I know he must have taken off his briefs.
“Hey.” Cruz laughs as well. His hands moving to my ass, and he tugs me forward so our eyes lock again. “He’s not wrong. You can do whatever you want to me, and I’ll enjoy it.” His hand brushes between my legs, and he pushes two fingers deep inside me.
“Mmm,” I moan into Asher’s lips as he kisses me. The two of them take delight in teasing me deliciously. “When is one of you going to screw me already?” I whisper when he pulls back from our kiss.
“When you beg me for it.” Ash sinks his teeth into my earlobe.
I can’t help the breathy cry that leaves my lips. I’m so damn turned on it’s almost painful. I need one of them to fill me up, but the jerk is holding back because he said I would be begging him for it by the end of the night. “I won’t,” I murmur.
Cruz slides his fingers out of me, sliding my arousal over my clit, toying with me.
“You will.” Ash slides his cock through my juices, so close to pushing inside of me. But he stops.
My heart races like crazy, and my head spins. I want him so badly, but I’m not begging for it. I lower my head and take Cruz in my mouth again. Sucking him as far down my throat as I can to distract myself.
Ash places kisses down my back, then over my ass cheeks.
He knocks my legs out wider, his hands stroking up the inside of my thighs.
His touch is everything; his kiss is everywhere.
He’s driving me wild, and I almost can’t stand it.
My arousal drips down the inside of my legs.
“You can try to deny it, little princess, but your body is already begging me.” He smears my juices just to prove it.
He moves his hands everywhere except where I want them to be.
I try to concentrate on Cruz, but I’m in a world of pain, needing something, anything, to take away the ache between my legs. “You going to beg him, little darlin’?”
I shake my head, and Cruz’s laughter fills the air. His fingers tangle in my hair as he grips me tighter.
Then the warmth of Asher’s body is gone from behind me, and I hear him open my closet door. I pull off Cruz. “What are you doing?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.
“Finding your hidey hole for these.” He comes back into the room with the stack of three adult toys he gifted me.
I jump off the bed and go after him, trying to take the toys back. “Not happening, Ash.”
His eyes lock with mine, a playfulness in them that tells me this is all some game to him and he’s never going to back down. “Then beg me to fuck you.”
“Also not happening.”
As I try to grab for them, he tosses one of the boxes to Cruz. With a mischievous-as-hell grin, Cruz hops off the bed and disappears into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I call after him, nervous butterflies taking flight throughout my body.