Chapter 30 #3
“I also love you,” he declares, the same words he uttered when he had a literal gun to his head. Widow is my ride-or-die, no doubt.
I stand up and step over to Ash next, noticing the shaking of his own hands.
It’s really hard for him to not want to kill the other men when he sees me touching them.
Seems like from a therapeutic standpoint, it was good for him to commit to his own death.
He got over a ton of shit very, very fast. He had to let himself see the merit in Alexei, Bohnes, and Widow to give himself peace.
“You love our life together already, don’t you?” I kiss my way up the side of Ash’s jaw and he makes a very happy sound for me, his hands tugging the lace cups of my bra down in search of my breasts. He kneads them with hard, firm movements of his fingers. Tense and needy and desperate.
I feel like I’m being eaten, absorbed through Ash’s skin into his bloodstream.
“Any life with you, I love,” he whispers back, and then he kisses me and that’s still fatalistic. He doesn’t think there’s anything we can say or do to appease the mob without handing him over.
“Come here.” I commandeer his naked lap, dripping semen over him. Finding an adoring face turned up toward me. Ash is lost in his emotions and that’s okay. It’s not his job to save his life, it’s mine.
I hold firm to his shoulders, standing above him without making any further moves.
Bohnes is adrift in a sea of worship, focused on my face and nothing else.
Widow stands up and utilizes one of the showers.
Well then. Good for him. I’m sure Alexei would love to shower, but he’s definitely not going to brave the unidentified fungi that probably lives in those floor tiles. Heh.
“My life is yours,” Ash prays, putting his hands on my hips. He’s completely disrobed me up top, starving black eyes on my tits. Tongue running across his lip. “It’s been yours. Take it. Do whatever you want with me.”
“Fucking martyr,” Widow grumbles from the direction of the shower, nude and soaping himself up with rough, lewd motions.
He spits in the direction of the drain and then looks at me, hovering above Ash’s cock.
There’s a challenge there that I meet, turning back to Ash and grabbing hold of his head in my hands.
I sink down on him, taking in every inch. Goddess, that feels good.
Ash isn’t submissive necessarily, but there’s a willingness to please that borders on psychotic.
A martyr, says Widow. Now that’s funny.
I ride Ash with slow, agonizing movements. He hates it. He wants me to go faster, but I’m going to make him sit with this. If he really thinks he might die today, he needs to appreciate every single second.
“Silly fuckboy,” I murmur affectionately.
“Thinks he knows what he can and cannot do with his own life.” I cup his face in splayed fingers, kissing him hard and pushing his head back.
He lets me tilt his chin how I like it, turning him this way and that.
“You’re not allowed to hurt yourself unless I say so. ”
“So, never then?” he whispers, sounding very posh. He’s letting that accent unspool completely. I take his throat with my other hand, holding on tight as I slide up and down, slow and controlled. Ash doesn’t move at all. When he tries, I squeeze his neck.
“How erotic,” Bohnes says, his voice half-cracked and sexy as hell. Looking over, I catch both him and Alexei in my view. Bohnes is playing with himself, using skilled fingers to perform neat little tricks. He isn’t sloppy or rugged, but nuanced.
Alexei has a single shaking hand held above his mouth, a slight flush rising above the edges of his black mask. He looks like he’s about to have an Ash-level freak out, weapons and all. He’s probably so fucking grossed-out by what I’m doing—and he loves it.
Ash is the one who turns my head this time, a pair of fingers gently resting against the edge of my jaw. As I’m staring down at him, I realize something important and incredible.
He’s stripped himself bare. He isn’t pretending at anything anymore. This loving me thing is natural for him. It’s what he wants to do.
I love the unloved. Can’t help myself. I’m obsessed, too.
I throw my arms around his neck and rock my hips, kissing the side of his neck until he snaps apart with a sigh of relief and abandon.
“Even if I die, I’m okay with it.” That’s the sound he makes for me when he comes, thrusting and thrashing to get his dick as deep as possible until he’s done climaxing.
“Good boy.” I pat his pink lips and he pretends to snap his jaws at me, slow and lazy. I stand up and give him a little head rub, finding myself dragged into Bohnes’ lap. It’s as if the other guys aren’t even here for him, the way he stares at me.
“You really know how to rile a man up,” he says, and it’s somehow halfway to a threat.
He literally just cannot help but challenge me.
Clenched teeth, spirit-blue eyes wide, hair tousled with violent sweeps from both hands.
Even his filthy right hand. He spit on it.
He rubbed pre-cum everywhere. He’s got that hand now clamped violently onto my ass.
“You thought that was all about you? Cute.” I grin as I lean down and he tilts his head back for me.
I bite him in the neck and he shudders as I kiss my way up to his mouth.
Hovering there. Bohnes chuckles, tugging me forward and scooting his butt down on the bench.
He puts his cock between my ass cheeks and rubs there with a possessive little growl.
“Such a vicious bitch,” he grits back at me, working himself and me up at the same time.
Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. It feels so fucking good.
I could do this forever with him, just writhe like this.
“I don’t want you to be my Nightmare. I want our love to be one-sided, with me loving you more than you love me. ”
“No.” I rise up and reach between us, trying to take control of his cock.
He stops me, holding me in place effortlessly.
Bohnes looks right in my eyes, and I double down.
Nonnegotiable. “Oh, wow. Another stupid ass fuckboy.” I smile and give him a gentle tap on the cheek.
“You don’t get to make decisions like that.
My heart is my own. I will love you as much as I please. ”
He bites me again, teeth in my shoulder to match last night’s bruise, hands flexing on my hips. I groan and try to push down, but he traumatizes us both by trapping his dick between my pussy and his stomach. I’m gyrating against him as he does the same against me.
“Don’t come yet,” I murmur to him, serious. I dig my nails into his skin as we rub on each other, steam filling the space. Hot and wet on my exposed breasts, crushed as they are to Bohnes’ chest. “If you come when you’re not inside of me, I’ll dig you an early grave.”
“Oh, don’t tempt me with shit like that,” he grinds out, nipping the side of my neck and making me moan. “You, digging my grave? You don’t know where or how to dig a proper hole. Can’t promise something you aren’t able to do.”
“That’s why you’re supposed to teach me,” I snarl back at him, and then we’re kissing and he’s got me on the floor, splayed out on my back so he can finally, blissfully shove his enormous pulsing cock into me.
Um, um, um. I’m coming so hard. There’s not even a choice there.
Oh Bohnes, shiiiiiiiiit. I’m completely wrung out by it, clawing and shoving at an object that doesn’t move no matter how hard I fight.
Bohnes waits for me to finish and then he rides my overly sensitive body until he’s done with it.
His orgasms are always so greedy, the way he gathers me up and settles himself into my bones and my womb at the same time.
He sits up, breathing hard as we stare at each other.
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Ash sitting there with his dick hanging out, eyes shut.
Widow is using soap on himself, eyes half-lidded amber slits.
Alexei? I have to see what he’s going to do. I have to know. When Bohnes rolls off, I push up to my feet, turning to look at Alexei, wrecked and red-cheeked and disturbed. But horny. So fucking horny. I take a step forward and Alexei steps back, moving in time with my steps.
That is, until he senses the bank of girls’ lockers behind him. He’d rather touch me than touch those, huh?
“Scarlett,” Alexei begins, voice quavering, eyes fixed on me in warning. “If you get within six inches of me—”
“So we’re back to that buffer, huh?” I ask, cocky and annoyed.
I slam my right palm into the locker on his left.
He shivers all over, like goose bump spiders are crawling up from his toes to the tip of his head.
Still, he doesn’t move away. He won’t touch the lockers, no matter what.
“Free use, Mr. Borisov. If you think you’re going to turn me down, you have another thing coming—”
“That is, another think coming. It’s an eggcorn, Scarlett. An eggcorn.” He hefts that chin, presumptuous and stately. “What I was going to say was: if you get within six inches of me, I’m going to take you again.”
“Touch me,” I command him, throwing myself forward. Alexei catches me, hefting me up in his arms and driving into me. Ah. Well, well, well. He’s strong as shit.
“That’s right,” he says, panting, fully encased in my messy pussy. Alexei is shaking now, absolutely and completely disturbed. This is his kink with me. I’m the only person allowed to mess him up like this. “You’re mine, and I’ll use you until I’m finished.”
“Please do,” I hiss back, kissing him. He’s balancing me in place, letting me hump and grind him.
Unwilling to touch anything in this room for leverage.
Doesn’t matter. We don’t even need it. Alexei has no problem keeping me where he wants me, no problem standing there while I screw him to another orgasm.