Chapter 28 #2
Saliva drips from the corner of Scarlett’s lips and down her chin.
I pull back, leaving the juicy warmth of her mouth to make a point.
She gasps, sucking in a deep breath. With my hand still tangled in her hair, I turn her and force her head down on Ash’s dick.
Scarlett’s eyes narrow, but she doesn’t fight me, slipping down the length of him and causing his eyes to roll back in his head.
Ash mumbles a bunch of crazy shit under his breath, his hand coming down to replace my own in her hair. My cock aches as the cold air teases the wetness dripping from it, a nice mix of Scar’s saliva and my own pre-ejac.
“If I’m exercising a greater degree of emotional discipline than you’d ever expect from yourself, then I want something else, Scarlett.” I’m serious tonight. This isn’t an affair to be put off for later. It has to happen now.
Ash uses his grip on Scarlett’s hair to pull her up, freeing her mouth. She’s panting hard, shaking with either rage or desire or some combination of the two. A smirk catches my lips. Good. She knows how I feel then.
“You already rat-fucked me for the rights to my womb. What else do you want, you greedy bitch?” she hisses, licking the shininess off her own lips.
“Safe word. Just agree to one,” I say, and my voice sounds like I’m starving. My mouth makes a horribly self-satisfied shape, one that Scarlett catches onto. It riles her up as Bohnes takes her pussy like he owns it. “Parking space.”
“You stupid son of a bitch.” She stops talking as I take hold of her chin, using my thumb to tug down her lower lip. Her eyes widen as I gather saliva in my mouth, acting like I’m going to spit it into hers. I want Scarlett to use the safe word. I want to prove to her that she needs it.
Alexei makes a sound that draws my attention up to him, lordly and self-assured, even with his dick in his hand. The idea of me spitting is probably a trigger for him. Shit, what if he uses the safe word? Do I have to respect him that way? I do.
He meets my eyes again and even if we’re not into each other sexually, it seems like we’re both turned on by our own disgust. We could have fun using Scarlett together, watching each other use her.
She’s such a bossy bitch in the real world, and you know what?
Seems like she knows what she’s doing, so fine.
But like this? Oh no. We make the decisions here.
“Do it.” Alexei flicks his tongue against his teeth and scowls. He gives himself a quick jerk, nostrils flaring as he watches me lean over Scarlett with intent. “Spit.”
“Safe word or bust.” I drag her lip down a little more as Ash scoots closer and Bohnes stops what he’s doing to watch.
“Fuck your safe word,” Scarlett says, cool and dark and calm even in a scenario like this. Her eyes say try me, bitch.
“So be it.” I turn and spit on Ash’s dick, shoving her head onto his shaft again, all the way to the balls.
Bohnes is laughing as he locks back down on her pelvis, using her pussy for his own pleasure. Alexei curses and spits into his own palm, abusing his dick with a violent, hungry fist. He’s so disgusted with himself. Not ashamed though. Not even close.
“Imagine lying there and waiting for me to finish off my other three fuckgirls,” I whisper, helping Scarlett suck Ash’s dick by using her hair as a handle. Bobbing her up and down. Soaking him in her spit. “Imagine three other women with my cum leaking out of their pussies.”
Scarlett struggles against my grip, but Bohnes and I keep her where we want her.
Ash has his palms on the ground behind him, his head thrown back.
His hood has come off and the moonlight’s turned his skin to silver.
The bear trap is inches away from him, a reminder that we’re in a dark and unforgiving wood.
Bohnes’ territory. He curls his body over Scarlett’s, putting one hand on the dirt and biting so hard into her shoulder that she bucks and goes feral, trying to fight us off.
He pumps a few more times and spills his cum in her, ensuring he’s got every drop as deep as he can.
His hips jerk a few last times before he draws away, slapping Scarlett’s ass as he goes.
“It fucking hurts to hear it, doesn’t it?” I breathe out, drawing the mixed scents of the night into my lungs. Wet dirt. Pine trees. Pussy. Semen. Sweat. Chocolate and cherries. Hearts on fire. “Just to hear it. Try living it, Scarlett.”
Ash’s fingers take the place of mine in Scarlett’s thick shiny hair.
Scarlett goes wild, trying to fight her way out of the situation.
Bohnes holds her still for me while I tear my shirt off, using the fabric to wipe her pussy as clean as I can get it.
I toss the fabric aside and hear a sharp snap, like another trap going off nearby.
Bohnes and I exchange a long look, one that speaks volumes.
It doesn’t have to be like, just has to be respect.
I take control of Scarlett’s hips, yanking her pelvis back and dragging the head of my weepy cock down the outside of her dripping cunt. Don’t give it to her yet, Widow. She hasn’t earned it.
“You didn’t make her come.” I laugh as I dig my dirt-covered fingers into Scarlett’s soft flesh, leaving indents and messy fingerprints. My tip slips inside of her. Withdraws. Nudges the pulsing pink heat without penetrating it. “I’m going to make it hurt. Why go so easy on her, Kellin?”
“Easy?” Bohnes laughs right back at me. “Oh, Adrian. That’s adorable. This was only the first round. Denial is more painful than overabundance, at least at first. Starve her for it and then give her too much later.”
“Yeah?” I like the idea. I like it a lot. “Sounds good, man. You guys down?”
“Oh, yes.” Ash is drowning in ecstasy, having moved himself directly in front of Scarlett.
He’s got her head pushed down, lips flush with his body.
When Scarlett pulls back, the tip pops out and she pants for air, her entire body trembling under our brutal care.
“I want it all tonight. Everything. I need it.”
Alexei finishes himself, hot seed spurting out of him and splattering across Scarlett’s back.
He grips his dick with such tight fingers that it’s almost a cock ring, extending the length of his orgasm as semen struggles to get past those ironclad fingers.
With a dissatisfied sigh, he sinks down to the ground at the base of the tree, one leg kicked out. Half-hard and leaking.
Ash swipes his fingers through the release and rubs them against Scar’s parted lips.
“Caught a taste of something you liked on the track that day?” she whispers, voice husky from being throat-fucked by two huge cocks. “Can’t beat me one-on-one, but as a team, you think you’ve got the balls for it?”
“We’ve already proved that, princess.” I give her ass another slap, denying her access to my dick even when she tries to spear herself on it. If she doesn’t like that, she can use the safe word. I’m such a dick.
“Think?” Alexei repeats with a sigh, tilting his blond head back against the tree trunk.
Ash chooses that moment to push both of his cum-stained fingers into Scar’s mouth, and she closes her eyes, sucking them clean.
“Oh, darling, but you’ve seen the havoc we wreak together.
Are you absolutely positive you don’t want a safe word? ”
“Fuck. You.” Scarlett growls the words out as I make eye contact with Ash. Bohnes. Alexei.
The four of us flip her over, making quick work of her clothes. We tear and rip and rend, seams snapping and fabric giving way. Scarlett moans, her limbs held captive. Arms above her head. Knees cocked and legs spread.
She’s left naked on the forest floor, held down and observed by four sets of eyes. Desired by four straining cocks. Locked in place by four sets of hands. Gasping for breath. We’re all gasping. Nobody feels human tonight. With our vows inked in ash and blood, there’s nowhere left for us to go.
This is it.
Might as well admit to each other what we really are.
Maniacs.
“I can’t wait.” Ash is vicious, stealing frantically between Scarlett’s spread thighs and slotting his dick to her cunt, forcing himself inside as her back bows.
I wet my lips with an angry, wolfish tongue.
Let him fuck. He might be dead tomorrow.
There’s such fervor in his eyes as he grasps Scarlett by the neck, kissing her like a lover and mounting her like a whore.
I stay where I am, one hand holding her knee wide, keeping her spread for him.
“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t,” Ash murmurs against her lips, their tongues tangling together, her breasts squashed against his chest. He’s wild for Scarlett, jealousy coursing like electricity through his veins as he screws her like a dead man walking.
I’ve never seen such an undoing before, but I understand.
Ash put that gun to my head and pulled the trigger. I was certain of my own death. Certain of it. That changed everything for me the way I’m sure imminent death has changed everything for him.
He’s unrestrained as he dives into that sweet Prescott pussy, collaring Scar’s throat but not choking her. Kissing her. Breeding her. The energy is wild. Too much. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t makes so much sense.
I want her, too. Now. I can’t wait either.
Releasing her ankle, I kick my pants off, crawl up alongside the pair of them and give Ash a look.
He slows and then sits back, still buried inside of her but leaving the rest of Scarlett exposed.
Naked. Dirty. Unsatisfied. She’s beautiful this way.
I lean over her and again act like I’m about to spit.
Her dark eyes are full of pushback and rage, and yet her smile is lascivious and taunting.
She winks at me when I spit on her tits, droplets running down the smooth mound of one breast. Both of those sexy brown nipples are rock-hard and begging for touch.
“Play with my tits, Adrian.” The words are said like a command.