Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
RAVEN
Ghost hisses as he rips through the center of my fishnets, leaving me on display and exposed to his gaze.
I should be shy, right? More self-conscious?
Afraid for my fucking life? I mean, here I am allowing two strange men to have their way with me after they singled me out from my friends, cornered me, and threatened me.
And yet…I’ve never felt more alive, out here living my best masked man fantasy as if they couldn’t turn on me and actually kill me any second now.
Either I have a few too many screws loose or I read too much smut for my own good.
Probably both.
“Goddamn, that’s a pretty pussy,” Ghost husks out, his thumbs gliding through my lips to spread me apart.
Jason hums in agreement and withdraws his hand from his brother’s pants. “She looks juicy, too.”
The words barely make their way into existence before Ghost drops to his haunches and replaces his thumbs with his tongue.
My eyes all but roll to the back of my head, hands clenching the shelves at my back me as the sensation ripples through my body like wildfire.
It’s been a while since my last hook-up, and let me tell you—it shows.
He keeps that up and I’m gonna be gushing like a waterfall in no time.
Jason uses our new positions to his advantage and inches himself closer, his mask lifted enough to expose his mouth. Locking a rough hand around my jaw, he turns my head toward him and licks his lips, a wicked grin revealing perfect gleaming whites. “My turn, little bird.”
Yeah, it’s his turn alright. He’s no less skilled than his brother, lashing his tongue into my mouth, nipping at my lips.
It’s like they’re starved and I’m the first meal they’ve had in weeks.
Their ministrations only amplify one another’s, especially when Ghost adds two fingers to the mix and Jason yanks of the neckline of my costume, freeing my tits for his greedy hands.
When Ghost sucks, Jason tweaks a nipple, and when he switches sides, Ghost crooks at that one particular spot.
It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“She tastes like candy, brother,” Ghost pants as he comes up for air, his mouth shining beneath the dim lighting with my essence. “Wait til you taste her.”
“Move the fuck out of the way then.” Jason shoves a boot into his arm. “Or do I need to say trick or treat first?” he asks, trailing his tongue down the column of my neck.
Ghost rises to full height seconds later and yanks his brother off my by the back of his shirt.
I don’t know what I was expecting to follow, but watching him wordlessly push Jason down onto his knees in front of me or grab one of the nearby chairs to plop down on it was not it.
Once again, despite the fact I can’t see his eyes, I know he’s watching.
Watching me.
Watching his brother eat me out.
It’s utterly palpable, especially when he withdraws his cock from his pants and begins stroking himself.
My mouth waters at the sight of it.
Jason groans then, burying his face deeper as his tongue assaults my clit.
It feels too good, my eyes shutting in bliss as those familiar tingles start building at the base of my spine.
It’s only when he groans again that I realize I’m riding his face, too, my hips undulating against his mouth of their own will.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Ghost rasps, springing my eyes back to where he sits.
He’s fully manspread in the chair, fisting his cock like his life depends on it.
His brother sneaks a quick peek, too, but just as he’s about to return his attention on me, I stop him. Unlike Ghost, I can see his eyes. They’re dark like the abyss, and yet I can see the sense of confusion swirling within them.
“I wanna watch you both,” I explain, bringing a hand to where his hand was moments ago, the tips of my fingers brushing over my clit.
Jason smirks knowingly and gives nothing more than a tip to his head before he rises off the plush carpet and joins his brother, situating the other chair beside him. I blink and his cock is free, only it’s not his hand wrapped around it.
It’s Ghost’s.
He works them both for several long moments, my fingers working in time with his movements, before Jason reaches over and takes a hold of his brother’s. My knees buckle at the image playing out before me. I’ve never been with multiple partners at once, let alone two men—in fucking masks no less.
“You like that?” Jason questions.
I’m so caught up in the haze, eagerly playing with myself as the intense need to come drowns everything out, that I miss the fact that question was for me.
“Raven,” Ghost’s voice booms this time, stilling my fingers in place. “He asked you a question.”
“W-what?” I breathe.
“I said, do you like that?” Jason repeats.
I nod, aching with the need to continue.
“Would you like it more if you could taste us?”