Chapter 25
BELL
There’s no going back now. Kit seems determined to see this through, and while it’s hot as hell to have his eyes on me while I’m like this, I worry about the aftermath.
Like, what happens if he doesn’t stop me in time, and I actually kill Wes?
I’d like to think I won’t do it, but I know myself. I know how I get when I get into that headspace. I have one goal. Seduce. Fuck. Kill. In that order.
The seduction part was easy since I didn’t even have to do anything. So now it’s time for me to fuck, which is the distraction phase of my work.
When a guy is buried to the hilt in pussy, close to coming, their head is nowhere else. It’s the perfect time to catch them by surprise. Sometimes I even let them come and ride the last waves before I strike.
That’s what I’ll have to do tonight, but hopefully, Kit will stop me in time.
But what if he doesn’t?
Climbing over Wes, his hands come to my hips as I straddle him, making sure we are in a position that Kit can see our faces, but also, so he can lean to the side to see his best mate’s cock going in and out of me.
“You wanna fuck me, Wes?”
“Fuck yes. Is lover boy joining us?” he asks, and I glance over my shoulder at Kit who has a death grip on the arms of the chair.
“Soon.” I smirk, bringing my gaze back to Wes. “He wants to watch me fuck you first. Would you like that?”
“Fuck yes.” Wes nods, so I reach between us, lifting myself enough to line up his girthy cock, and slowly, I sink down.
There are three sets of groans as I seat myself, and when I glance back over at Kit, I see him taking his cock out of his boxers and fisting it, pumping it from hilt to bended tip.
I take it slow at first, rolling my hips, letting the girth of Wes’s cock stretch me out while the plug in my arse makes everything feel so much tighter. Fuller.
I quickly realise that Wes is good at sex. Not just by the rhythm he keeps or the way he punches his hips right before he sinks all the way in, but by how long he seems to last. He’s in no hurry. He likes making it last, which is both good and bad.
Good, because it feels fucking fantastic to have him fuck me while Kit watches, but bad because I’m desperate for Kit to join us, and the longer Wes lasts, the more drawn out my killing phase has to be.
“Does he feel good?” Kit asks from his chair, his voice husky and strained.
Nodding, I cup my tits as I grind down on Wes, letting my head fall back.
“So good.”
“Better than me?” Kit growls, and heat flares over my skin at the possessive sound.
The answer is no, and I’m trying not to analyse why that is. Kit’s cock isn’t a magical wand, but it belongs to him, so it may as well be, and that’s what’s throwing me.
I’ve only ever liked guys or girls because of the way they make me feel in the bedroom, but with Kit, it’s more than that. So much more.
“Yes,” I lie. “His cock is thick. Stretches me sooo good.”
I hear Kit’s growl, but don’t look his way since I think that’s what he wants.
“I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of it.”
My lie is answered with the smash of a glass hitting the far wall, and I smirk down at Wes as worry pinches his brows.
“Maybe we should stop.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Kit wanted this. He can pay the price of knowing how much I crave his best friend’s cock.”
My words have a ripple effect.
Wes speeds up his pace, the words working like he has a fucking death wish, and I realise he’s more like me than I knew, and he sits up, wrapping his arms around me as he tries to take control, pistoning into me from underneath.
Meanwhile, the chair Kit was in, is now lying in a broken heap over by the door, and I can hear and feel him pacing beside the bed as I force Wes’s face between my tits and drop my head back, moaning.
“So good!”
Another growl from beside us, and I glance to the side to see Kit, fury contorting his expression as his fists ball tightly at his sides like he’s considering lashing out.
“Tell me to stop.” I breathe, and he shakes his head.
“Show me.”
I think he actually wants me to kill his best mate, but if that’s what he wants, then I’ll give it to him. I won’t even ask why.
As Wes and I fuck each other at a fevered pace, I reach to the side, to the back of my red heels, and flip the small clip underneath, releasing the knife.
Kit watches everything I do, his eyes flaring wide and wild as I bring the knife around behind Wes.
With a simple lift of my brow, I silently wait for Kit to stop me, but he doesn’t, so I accept that this is what he wants, and line the blade up at the back of Wes’s neck, being careful not to press it against him so I don’t alert him to what’s about to happen.
The moment I move to press the tip of my blade to his skin, Kit’s hand wraps around my wrist in a death grip, stopping me, and our eyes meet as he slowly, and carefully pries my fingers open, relieving me of the knife as he shakes his head and mouths, “Stop.”
Meanwhile, Wes is none the wiser, still punching up into my pussy, and a level of relief I didn’t expect to feel washes over me.
I really thought he wasn’t going to stop me.
“My turn,” Kit rasps, having slipped the blade into the drawer, and now climbing on the bed behind me.
“Fuck,” Wes pants. “About time. I was about to nut.”
Kit chuckles, the brush of his fingers grazing my arse as he tugs on the butt plug, slowly easing it out.
With the heat of his breath fanning my ear, his voice is quiet as he speaks.
“Enjoy this, Bell. This is the last time you’ll ever be the filling in a sandwich.”
Then he presses his cock to my arse, not covered in a condom like his best mate’s, and he slowly squeezes himself in.
I can tell by the way Wes stops thrusting and waits for Kit to seat himself that they have done this before. Shared a woman.
I’m not too proud to admit that it makes me jealous.
“Kitty,” I breathe, and he and Wes slowly start fucking me, consuming me completely from both sides.
“Yes, Belladonna.” He nips at my ear, and Wes chuckles, obviously having picked up on how much I hate that name.
“You’d better enjoy this too, because this is the last time you share a chick with Wes or anyone else for that matter.”
Wes roars with laughter, and Kit wraps me in his embrace, bringing his hand up to wrap around my throat from behind.
“Deal. Because from now on. You’re mine, and only mine.”
A whimper escapes me at his words, his grip squeezing my neck a little, even though he said he was going to deny me breath play.
I feel so full, pleasure hitting me from multiple directions as they both fuck me, and all I can do is hold on.
“Wes,” Kit barks. “Bite her nipple.”
My heart flutters with anticipation at Kit’s order, and Wes chuckles, his hand instantly finding my tit and lifting it as his tongue flicks my piercing.
And then he bites. Hard.
At the same time, Kit squeezes my neck, and they both piston into me with sharp punches, which sends me skyrocketing in seconds.
A silent scream scratches my throat as I squeeze my eyes tight, blinding pleasure erupting inside me as wave after wave hits unforgivingly.
A few moments later, Wes releases my nipple as he throws his head back in a roar, and the combination of orgasms helps Kit get over the line, his pulsing cock matching his own groans as he fills my arse with cum.
I feel like I’m floating as our bodies slacken and slump against each other, Wes burying his head in my chest, and Kit in the crook of my neck.
This should feel weird, but it really doesn’t.
I don’t know Wes very well, but I know Kit. He obviously trusts Wes more than any other, and even though what we just did might seem weird to some couples, to me, it doesn’t.
Kit trusts me and Wes enough to know that this was nothing more than sex.
I don’t have the sort of feelings for Wes that I do for Kit.
They are not even remotely similar. In fact, I’m not even that attracted to Wes.
What I am attracted to is the way Kit makes me feel when he’s watching me, and even though I’m glad they are on the same page about sharing, I will miss that feeling of being watched by him.
But I suppose there are other ways we can still have that.
Like self-play.
Or maybe even bringing him with me when I go to kill.
The guys ease out of me, and I wait for the pain of my ribs to hit, but it doesn’t, my entire body still floating.
Moving to the end of the bed, I smirk over my shoulder at them before bending over and parting my cheeks, making a show of squeezing Kit’s cum from my arse.
“Fuck, man. You’ve won the jackpot,” Wes mutters, leaning forward to get a better look.
“Yeah,” Kit smirks lazily, his eyes meeting mine as he relaxes back against the pillows. “I really fucking have.”
“You feeling hungry, Wes?” I ask, and in unison, both of their brows hitch. “You wanna eat Kit’s cum from my arse?”
I don’t miss the excited flare in Kit’s eyes as he sits up a little on the pillows, and Wes flicks his gaze to his best mate.
“Since this is our last rodeo, I wouldn’t mind tasting your cum.”
Oh helllll, the flush that washes over me at that admission takes me by surprise, and the moment Kit nods, fisting his best mate’s hair and steering him towards me, I feel my pussy growing slick all over again.
We all shift around to get in position. Wes lying, me on my knees as I hover over his head, and Kit getting the best view behind me.
“Feed him, Bell,” Kit orders, and I part my cheeks again, bending closer as I clench my muscles and feel his seed oozing from my back passage.
Wes moans, the flick of his long tongue dragging over my arse, lapping at every last drop.
“Fuuuck. That’s so fucking filthy.” Kit stands from the bed, rounding the end to pace as he watches me. “You’re such a filthy whore, Bell.”
I grin wickedly, nodding. “I am, Kitty. So filthy.”
Kit’s jaw ticks, and I think perhaps he’s finally at his limit of sharing me.
His blue eyes snap from me to his best mate, and when he speaks, the rasp in his tone is more animalistic than I’ve ever heard.
“Time to fuck off, Wes. I need to punish my woman.”