Ten - Kieran
"Get on your damn knees and worship me."
Her voice hums through my mind on repeat, exciting me even more. A deep ache pulsates in my balls, begging me to touch and release the pent-up tension that has been building since yesterday. My dick stands hard and heavy inside my jeans, begging to spring free.
But I don't dare relieve myself. Or move from my position on my knees, digging into the uncomfortable floor.
Closing my eyes, memories flood my mind from the last time I angrily barged my way in here and took all my after-performance frustrations out on her body. Anger fueled my decisions, but desire held me here.
She held me there.
My River Blue.
How could I have forgotten her for so long? It's like Asher's dad swooped into my life and erased everything before the age of ten. Only now, after seeing her again, do I remember my time in the shitty apartment I was raised in as a kid. The time we spent together under the stars as we hid from our moms.
“When is she coming?” Rad whines, interrupting my peace.
Shifting in her office chair with his eyes closed, his forehead leans against the wood desk. All the alcohol he consumed comes back to bite him in the ass.
Secretly, I hope he falls asleep long before she walks into this room. She's mine. All fucking mine. I'll tattoo my name on her ass if that's what it takes. The last thing I want to do is fucking share her with anyone else. But I know Rad. A little too well.
The prospect of having her command my every move has me aching in my jeans. But it excites Rad more. Don't get me wrong; he likes to participate. But watching from a distance and getting himself off will suffice.
After seeing the knife against my junk, I'm sure he locked himself in his room for hours, pleasuring himself to the image. He moaned “Oh, River,” more times than I can count. Not that I was listening or anything. But that's what happens when we all hang out at their house, shooting the shit.
“Hopefully soon and on my face,” I mumble, shifting my knees and trying to get comfortable.
It's only been five minutes since she waltzed back into the bar, and we came here.
“Mmm,” he hums, “just like she did at the record store. God, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to take her out in public and make her come around my cock.”
My head jerks back at his comment. I'm two seconds from bashing his face in for even thinking about her like that. The imagery of him and her in public tingles my damn balls. She's mine. But maybe not just mine. River will go where I go; I'll make sure of that. I'll leash her if I have to and shove her in my damn trunk, kicking and screaming. Maybe Asher had a point with the whole—make her fall for all of us—thing. If she does, then she'll willingly help us and come with us whenever we can make it out of here.
“Just be careful,” I mumble, keeping my eyes on the carpet.
“Always careful,” Rad assures me with a sleepy yawn. “Can’t scare her off yet. Ash’s dumbass obviously has some plans for her.”
“Yeah,” I huff. “And as much as I don’t want to admit it, his plan is pretty solid. But he didn’t account for one thing.”
“Yeah? And what’s that?” Rad asks, stifling a yawn behind his hand.
“Me,” I say in a demanding voice, curling my fingers into fists.
Rad chuckles. “Yeah, that’s my Kieran,” he says softly. “We’ll make sure our pretty girl doesn’t get heartbroken. She’ll come with and give me a shit ton of Radalicious babies.”
I snort. “Babies, dude?”
“You heard me,” he slurs, tripping over his tongue. “Just imagine her tits.” He sighs like he’s dreaming about the day he can knock her up, and fuck, it’s not a bad idea.
“We’re not knocking her up, dickbag. That’s just…” I trail off when images of her in my bed with my cum leaking from her pussy, and my fingers pushing it back in. “Fuck,” I mumble, palming myself through my jeans.
“See,” he says, barking out a laugh. “It’s hot as fuck.”
I don’t raise my eyes when the office door opens and shuts, keeping my eyes on the carpet.
“Heya, Pretty Girl, fancy meeting you here. You ready to get naked?” Rad says with such enthusiasm I can’t help a snort. He must be awake now at the sight of her.
“I didn’t order an audience,” she says through a tired sigh.
“You’re tired,” I say, keeping my voice soft when her beat-up Chucks come into view. I nearly cum in my pants when her fingers lightly brush through my hair, and shivers run down my back.
“And you’re kneeling,” she says, testing the waters and giving my hair a yank.
“Are you staying?” she asks Rad, but her voice only gives away the aching exhaustion she must be feeling.
“Oh my, Pretty Girl,” he purrs softly with excitement. The chair makes a squeaking sound, and his footsteps come toward us leisurely. I'm sure not to scare her off. “Only if you’ll have me,” he says in all seriousness. “Only if you want me to watch or touch you or whatever you want.” I can hear the grin on his lips and the sincerity in his voice. He’d leave if she wanted him to. He’d do anything she asked, and never without permission.
“Let us take care of you,” I mumble, pushing into her fingers. They tease through my hair in soft and gentle strokes, relaxing my entire body.
“Okay,” she whispers without hesitation.
Bravely, I sneak a peek through my lashes, watching as Rad overtakes her mouth and shoves his tongue down her throat, claiming what is his. Fury should build in my gut watching them together, but it doesn't. Watching him take what he wants turns me on even more.
River moans, tightening her other hand through his ridiculous mullet, pulling him flush against her body.
“Ah, Pretty Girl,” he murmurs against her lips with a pant. “You taste better than I’d ever imagined.”
I get harder when his hand drifts toward her tit, and he gently massages it through her shirt, earning small, sexy noises from her throat—the tip of his finger’s circles over her achingly hard bud, punishing it between his fingertips. Something I wish I could do right now, but I let her take the lead.
She moans, leaning her forehead against his with heavy breaths. “Fuck,” she curses through her swollen lips, tightening her hold on my hair.
“Use us, River,” I demand in a deep voice, feeling it the moment her mossy green eyes spear through me with intense heat, boiling my insides to molten levels. “However, you want,” I beg, palming myself, trying to keep my dick from showing how desperate I am for her to ride my goddamn face. “Ride my face,” I practically moan, wishing she'd take her shorts off and stick her pussy in my face.
She swallows hard as her pupils dilate, nearly blackening her entire eye. “Take off your clothes,” she demands with a hunger building in the back of her darkening moss-green eyes.
“And me?” Rad practically begs, palming her tits again with fascination. His dark eyes twinkle with desire, dilating with the need to fuck her senselessly.
Same dude. Same.
“No touching,” she says, glancing back at him with authority. Letting us know she's the one in charge and no one else.
He drops his hands and nods with compliance when she says it. Rad would never take a woman against her will or push her limits. He respects everyone. Especially after the girl he helped save years ago, he's been traumatized ever since knowing what she went through and so brutally.
“You only get to watch right now.” His Adam's apple bobs, and he nods with understanding, taking a step back.
“You're the queen of this domain, Pretty Girl,” he murmurs, taking a step back toward the desk, leaning against it with a cool, relaxed expression. But his eyes hone on her every move.
I lift on my knees, lifting my shirt over my head. “On your feet,” she whispers, putting two fingers beneath my chin. I rise to my feet at the command, nearly coming in my pants, when she flicks the button of my jeans open.
My abdomen jumps under her touch as her fingertips play in the dark happy trail leading to my throbbing dick. If she touches it, I’m going to cum in her hand. Jesus. Get a grip, K. You have to last longer than three seconds in her presence. But I guess If there was one woman to take me that far, it'd be River. I'd happily let her destroy my dignity in one stroke. Even in front of Rad. I'd never hear the end of it but fuck it.
“Don’t cum,” she whispers, staring directly into my eyes as she reaches into the depths of my pants and strokes me with heavy pressure, squeezing when she reaches the tip. Her thumb brushes over my weeping slit, spreading my pre-cum.
Fuck.
Yeah. Don't cum. Easier said than done. A tingle works down my spine, and I swear my balls tighten when her grip tightens around me. An inhuman noise bubbles in my throat. I can't help it when I toss my head back, and it falls from my lips. Fuck. Shit. This isn't good. I'm going to spew into her hand. Think of something else. Anything else but her hand wrapped perfectly around me…
Earlier today, I made her ride my fingers until she came harder than any woman I’ve ever met. Her pussy squeezed, clamped down, and marked my fingers as hers to use. The moment I got into the SUV and got home, my dick ached with the most extreme pain, begging me to touch him. He wanted to cum in my fist with her memory on my mind. But I refused. I wouldn't cum until I was nestled deep inside her cunt.
I grit my teeth when she cups my balls with her other hand in the tight confines of my jeans. My breaths come in short pants, and I swear my balls tighten toward my body, and pre-cum drips from my tip like a faucet. Fuck. Hell. I'm going to blow.
Using my pre-cum, she spreads it all around as her mouth attaches to my nipple and sucks it between her teeth. The sensitive shit lights me on fire, and I jerk in her hand, desperate for more friction.
“If you don’t want me to cum, you’re going to have to stop that,” I gasp; my hips thrust forward into her hand repeatedly until I'm basically rutting into her warm palm.
Stars burst behind my eyes. The world around me melts away, leaving just the two of us in this compromising position, with her hand around my dick and that mischievous smirk pulling at the edges of her lips. Every muscle tightens in my body with anticipation. Waiting and waiting for her to make her next move. Waiting and waiting for her to give me permission to finally fucking come.
I heave a heavy breath of disappointment when she pulls her hands away. When her warmth leaves me, I'm begging for more like an addict. My lips pop open, a whine on the tip of my tongue about to beg for more of her touch when she mumbles something, pulling my boxers and jeans down my legs, leaving me to work them over my shoes and toss them aside.
She bites her lip and dips her head, running her tongue over my tip. I blink, staring at the water-stained ceiling, and count to one hundred. If I concentrate on the end of her tongue tracing every protruding vein or the way her lips pop over my tip and suck it into her mouth, I'll cum—everywhere.
“Fuck,” Rad rasps from behind me, groaning when she takes me deep in her throat.
I grit my teeth harder, probably cracking a damn tooth in the process. Her throat relaxes and tightens around my tip, and she hums her approval. Fuck. Her forehead meets my abdomen when she takes me in the back of her throat, leaving it there as she hums a damn song.
Hold your shit together, Kieran. Don't let that tempting fucking throat ruin the fun you're about to have.
Her mouth detaches from my dick with a pop, and she stands before me with a heavenly smirk. Her chin glistens with saliva and pre-cum, dripping from her swollen lips into the floor and creating a small wet spot. Her tongue darts out, licking it all up, and she swallows hard.
"Lick it up," she whispers, pointing to the spot on the floor with lustful eyes, awaiting my answer.
My body shivers at her command, goosebumps puckering across my flesh. My eyes flash, darting to the small spot on the ground. Without a second thought, I glide my tongue across our mixed essence and suck it up.
"Good boy," she murmurs, rubbing her fingers through my hair and tightening her grip. With force, she yanks my head back. “Get on your knees,” she whispers, lust swimming in the depths of her voice, making it husky with need. “And you stay there.” She points to Rad, who hasn’t moved a muscle.
“Yes, Pretty Girl,” he rasps. “Whatever you say.”
I sink to my bare knees again, placing my naked ass on the heels of my shoes.
“On second thought,” she says, flicking her eyes to Rad. “Undress me.” Rad doesn’t have to be told twice when he comes into view behind her, running his hands along the edges of her work uniform. She cranes her neck, allowing his lips to graze her flesh when he pulls at the ends of her shirt and lifts it over her head.
“Jesus,” he mumbles, running his fingertips from the middle of her lacy bra and tracing them back toward the clasp. He visibly swallows when the clasp releases, brings it down her arms, and tucks it into the pocket of his jeans.
“My shorts,” she says, kicking off her Chucks. They land in a heap near the door, but she never takes her eyes off me.
I bite my lip, my dick throbbing even harder, turning red and purple with need.
“Yes, my Pretty Girl,” he murmurs against her skin, flicking the button of her tiny booty shorts and pulling them down her legs. He bends with them, brushing his nose against her bare ass, and groans. “I’m keeping this too,” he says, pulling her tiny white thong down her legs and stuffing them into his pocket.
“So, fucking gorgeous,” I say, brushing a finger up her creamy thigh and around her belly button, deliberately skipping over her dripping pussy. An eye for an eye is what I always say. And in this case, I can't wait to have her begging me to fuck her.
Goosebumps erupt all over her flesh, and she shudders from my touch.
“What do you want to do?” Rad asks against the flesh of her neck, testing the waters when she cranes her neck, allowing him access. Her eyes roll back when he sinks his teeth into her flesh and softly moans. Her hips instantly rock, seeking the pleasure she’s about to receive. “You want to fuck him hard? Fuck his face? Hell, fuck my face for all I care. Let us take you to pleasure town.”
If I weren’t so turned on by the sight of her naked form, I’d roll my eyes at his stupid phrases. Idiot.
“You say the words, and we do it.” He emphasizes every word with the squeeze of her tits, fitting perfectly in his calloused hands.
“Kieran,” she moans my name like a prayer, and I know this moment will be etched in my memory forever.
“Yeah, River Blue?” I whisper, eager to hear her answer.
“I want to ride your face. Make me cum.” And she doesn’t have to ask again when I lurch forward, burying my face between her thighs. I groan when the taste of her tangy pussy crosses over my tongue. And if I wasn’t an obsessed addict before, I am now. There’s no way this woman is ever going anywhere else again. I’ll chain her to me and drag her to California. Fuck Ash and his plans. Fuck everything else.
This pussy?
Mine.
This ass?
Mine.
Fuck, she’s mine, and I don’t even fucking care. My protective, obsessive side flares to life, and a shrine erects, dedicated to her in the back of my mind.
“Kieran,” her stifled moan hits me right in the aching dick. I circle my tongue around her throbbing clit and then back to her pussy, plunging it in over and over again. I want to bathe in her juices and fucking own them all at the same time.
“Here,” Rad says, tapping my head, and I back away with a scowl, hating how he interrupted my meal. He nods, showing me what he’s doing, and I grin when she squeaks. He lifts her into the air by the backs of her thighs, spreading her pussy out for me just like a dessert. “Good?” he asks her when her head lolls against his shoulder, and she nods with a dreamy grin spreading across her face.
“Yes,” she whimpers, reaching to grab my hair. She gently forces my face between her thighs again, and I go to fucking town. I lick and suck, taking everything from her until she’s a muffled, screaming mess coming on my tongue. I sit there, licking her clean until her breaths shudder, and she pushes me away.
She swallows hard, closes her eyes, and taps Rad’s hands. He gently puts her to her wobbling legs, holding onto her shoulders when she takes a deep breath. I watch with rapt attention when she sinks to her knees and sits before me. Her cheeks flush, and her eyes blow wider than before.
“Fuck me,” she whispers, reaching for my face. “Fuck me,” she demands again, slowly coming forward until our lips meet. I wrap my fingers around her hair, pulling her harder against me, and moan into her mouth.
She tastes herself, diving her tongue in and out.
“Turn around then,” I demand this time, looking deep into her eyes. “Turn around and let me fuck your pussy until you cum again, but we have to let Rad watch, yeah?” She swallows hard, nodding at the switch I’ve given her.
I can be demanding, or I can be submissive. Whichever pleases me, but right now, I need to take control of her. I need to fuck her until she has to use Rad’s dick as a gag to stop her from yelling out our names.
She nods to me one last time, letting the exhaustion from the day settle on her face. I see it in her eyes as well, but she still turns around, showing me her perfectly shaped, round ass. I knead them in my palms, only taking them off when I reach into my pocket and pull out a condom.
“This will be fast and hard,” I say through gritted teeth, rolling the condom on my length. “I don’t know how much more I can hang on. You’re a fucking goddess. But don’t think this will be the last time my cock sinks into your pussy.” I groan when I push myself to the hilt, trying to think of anything but her clamping around me. “Now, are you going to leave him hanging?” I ask, stilling before I thrust again.
Her eyes bounce up toward Rad when he sinks to his knees on the carpet. “I can watch if you want,” he says, running a finger down her jaw when she digs her fingers into the floor. “I may be an asshole, but I’d never force you to...”
“I want to,” she says with demand. “You’re going to have to gag me anyway.”
Rad’s eyes widen at her demand, but he lets her undo his jeans and pop his throbbing cock out. She gives a few tentative strokes, licking his tip, then shoves forward, taking him into the depths of her throat. I take that as my sign, praying to whoever I don’t cum in five seconds, but I’m pretty sure that’s where we’re headed.
My hips slam into hers hard and fast, just like I promised. There’s no mercy here, especially with this burning need scalding down my spine and tightening my balls. With every thrust I give, it forces her forward, spearing Rad’s cock down her throat. Rad’s eyes roll into the back of his head when he grabs ahold of her hair and fucks her face with all his might. His hips pound against her gagging face, and saliva falls to the ground, pooling on the floor.
White bright stars take over my vision, and my mouth hangs open, frozen in place when I spill into the condom. My hips continue to rock against hers, savoring the feel of her wrapped around me until Rad groans. He throws his head back, stilling with his dick shoved deep in her mouth. No doubt, spilling himself down her beautiful throat, and she takes every bit of it.
He swallows hard, looking deep into my eyes. And I know the moment his mind goes to “We’re super fucked if we have to leave her behind” because it glazes over his eyes, and his jaw sets. Our plan is solid. We've lured her in. Almost too well. And we've become the suckers.
I shake my head. We’re not leaving her behind. She's always on my damn mind like an obsession I can't escape. Soon I'll be waiting outside her apartment with binoculars, making sure no one fucks with her, watching her undress from afar, and jacking my shit in the trees.
Rad licks his lips, gently pulling his length from her mouth. He swipes his thumb along her bottom lip, leaning down to kiss her plump lips gently.
“You’ve given me a little taste, and now I want the whole menu,” he whispers against her lips as I reluctantly pull out of her pussy. Removing the condom, I throw it into the trash.
“Maybe,” comes her breathy reply when her body gives out and she curls up on the ground. “But later,” she snarks, waving a tired hand in the air. Her eyes close, and she sighs.
He grins, searches the room for his clothes, and gets dressed.
“I only have like two bras, give that back,” she says, pointing a finger to the bra dangling from Rad’s pocket.
His brows furrow. “Fuck no, Pretty Girl. These souvenirs are for me now.” He snorts, shoving them further into his pocket, and bats away her hand.
She frowns, rolling her eyes, snatching the bra from his pocket. Crossing her arms over her bare chest, she shakes her head at him when he yelps, attempting to tackle her. With a laugh, I put a hand on his chest, shaking my head with a grin.
“Just this once,” he says with a lazy grin. “Next time, don’t wear one; then, I can feel your pretty titties whenever I want.” He hums at the thought and nods like that’s the best solution.
“Pretty titties?” she mutters to herself, getting to her wobbly feet, and stumbling a bit. She groans, leaning against the wall.
"River Blue," I murmur, coming to her side.
"Give me just a minute. I, uh, have to go to the bathroom," River says with a huff, marching out the door as quickly as she can like her ass is on fire.
A door slams next to us, shaking the walls. Rad wrinkles his nose, staring at the door with big, puppy dog eyes.
"You, uh… think she's okay?" he asks in a low voice, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. "I didn't push her too far, did I? Man…" Shaking his head, he runs his trembling fingers through his hair. "I never want to push a girl too far. After that one chick—" He swallows thickly with a solemn expression lining his face.
"River asked you to, dude. And she didn't take it back. I think…" I stare off in the opposite direction of the bathroom, right next to us. "She'll tell us." With a firm nod, I putter around the back office and collect my clothes. Reluctantly, I pull my shirt over my head, find my boxers and jeans, and put them on.
Once fully dressed, I take a deep breath and reflect on what just happened. As it went down, it didn't fully sink in that I had her again. My obsession begs me to grab her up right now, take her home, lock her in my room for days, and not resurface until next Saturday. I run a hand down my face, sighing.
"I bet they're getting antsy. Let's say goodbye to our girl, and yeah—our girl—and head out. Because knowing Ash, he'll leave us here." Grinning, Rad slaps me on the shoulder, shoving me toward the door.
Rad cackles, throwing his head back. "I can't wait to see the look on Asher's face when we…"
"God, River!" A guttural moan roars through the walls.
"What in the fuck?" I growl, marching through the door, and rip open the bathroom door. My heart beats triple time, and my lips pop open at the sight before me.
"Holy shit," Rad laughs. "No way."