49. Chapter 44
Iturn just as Delilah walks into the room. Her eyes flicker from Reaper over to me and her steps falter, breaths hitching. The immediate, heated look that sparks in her eyes gives me a sick sense of satisfaction. Blue eyes drink in my features, as if she forgot what I looked like in less than twenty-four hours.
Breaker steps back to let her pass. As she does, she trails her fingers over Cora’s hair with a gesture that tells me they are both okay after the emotional reveal last night.
Delilah spins, sitting obediently in Reaper’s lap. His hand flattens to her stomach, dragging her back so she’s pressed against him.
“You’d track us down?” she asks. Her gaze flickers to Cora, then back to me. “And force us back to you if we tried to run?”
Reaper’s fingers snake up between her breasts, grasping her throat as he pulls her against his chest. He dips his nose to the side of her neck, whispering, “You know we would, Kitten. Do you really need a reminder of just how much we love the chase?”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, but she shakes her head. “You planned to get her,” she says, turning toward Reaper. It’s not a question. It’s a realization.
Reaper brushes his masked nose to her temple, but doesn’t respond. My chest squeezes at the way his eyes close, breathing her in.
Cora’s shoulder’s relax, and she sits back on her heels. Her pretty features seem to turn lighter, brighter when Reaper doesn’t deny he’d have stolen her once again.
I think even I’m relieved, though not surprised he was going to follow orders, then defy them. Reaper is possessive and overly protective. He also doesn’t like us upset. I just wish he’d have shared his plan with us, because dragging her toward that door was the worst I’d ever felt. But then again, he rarely does.
“Pretty Little Red.” Breaker leans down, running a finger along Cora’s jaw. “Such big tears you have.”
Her eyes flicker up to his mask.
“Such scared eyes you have,” he whispers. “Does my girl need a reminder of how hungry we are for you?”
Her chest heaves as he stands up.
“Breaker,” Viper says, watching as Cora’s eyes drag down Breaker’s body to the bulge in his pants. “I think Vixen here wants a reminder of how good your cock felt buried in her throat.”
“I bet she’s already dripping wet at just the thought of your dick in her mouth,” Reaper says. He lifts his chin slightly at Viper.
Viper drops to his knees behind her. Cora’s head snaps over to Reaper, like she knows he’s the one silently commanding this.
He always does.
“Are you?” Viper brushes a fiery curl back. She turns her head to the side to look at him over her shoulder. He grips the back of her neck, then slides his finger down her spine. A shiver ripples down my back, remembering how he touched me like that just a day ago. “Lift your pretty dress and let me feel under those pink panties. Let me feel how wet you are for us.”
Even as her jaw clenches, she grips her dress and pulls up. I smile at Reaper when he looks my way.
Maybe fucking them in the club wasn’t so much about fucking with Rune as it was about making sure our girls remembered all the ways they already gave themselves to us.
Viper slides his hand around her stomach and down into the front of her panties. She arches back into him as he drives into her.
“God, I fucking love those,” Breaker says, eating up the sight of Viper’s large hand moving underneath the thin material. “They’re so thin, you can see how wet she is from that spanking.”
Delilah quirks a brow, eyes trained on Viper’s hand. “Spanking?” She squirms in Reaper’s lap. I bet her pussy is just as drenched.
Cora’s response gets distorted with a gasp as Viper drives into her again, burying his masked face in her red waves, his chest expanding on an inhale. My heart stutters when his eyes dart up and meet mine. The way he’s savoring her scent reminds me of how he breathed me in before I shoved my cock into his mouth. His blue-green eyes move down to my crotch, darkening, like he is remembering the taste of me. It makes my cock so hard; I have to shift to keep it from pressing brutally into my zipper. Breaker must notice because I feel his gaze and clench my jaw, avoiding eye contact.
Cora groans, lashes fluttering. Viper breathes her in again, fingers still thrusting wetly into her heat. Delilah removes Reaper’s hand from her neck and leans forward, cupping Cora’s flushed cheeks, swallowing our Little Flower’s delicate groan with a sloppy kiss, then sucking her tongue into her mouth.
“Oh shit,” Viper hisses.
I wonder if he’s jerked off to the memory of them as much as I have.
Reaper gathers Delilah’s hair so he can see and says, “That’s my good girls. You’ve tempted us for so long. Let us see how sweetly you kiss.”
Both women melt at his words, breathing becoming heavy, kiss growing heated. Cora whimpers, one hand gripping Viper’s wrist, the other squeezing Delilah’s thigh like she’s using her to keep grounded.
They break their kiss, chests heaving, eyes sparking with desire. Delilah’s gaze meets mine and I can see the shift. Even when I moved inside her last night, she was guarded. Now all her walls are down, knowing we’ll do anything within our power to keep our girls from being hurt.
“Our girls like performing for us,” Reaper says, motioning for Breaker to step closer as he pulls Princess back. “Show us how much you’ve craved us.”
Over her head, my eyes meet Reaper’s and he lifts a finger from the back of the couch, signaling me to come over.
I push off the door and step forward, my heart thundering. Breaker’s heated gaze turns to me when I stop next to him, his pale eyes smoldering with anticipation, something flaring behind them when they land on my unmasked face. A metallic clink echoes in the nearly silent room as he undoes his belt buckle. I watch his long fingers gracefully slide the belt open, and he’s so hard already that when he pops the button of his pants, he has to tug them away just to pull the zipper down. The grating sound of the metal teeth opening sends a surge of desire straight to my cock.
This wild, lustful sensation snaking through me as I watch his movements is new. I’ve never been quite so affected by his nearness before. The sensual way he moves. It feels like I can’t get enough air in my lungs. Even though my breathing is heavy, it’s shallow, my pulse thumping so quickly, so loudly, it’s not letting me take in a full breath.
Cora’s little whimper when his long, hard cock springs free, cuts through the room.
She certainly didn’t forget what he was like.
“Just the sight of your cock got her pussy fluttering,” Viper says, his voice laced with satisfaction.
She exhales sharply. “I bet the sight of his perfect dick got yours hard, didn’t it?”
Viper’s eyes fly up to me, then over to Breaker. “The need to tame you makes my cock hard, little Vixen.”
“What a shame,” she breathes. “I was hoping to share Breaker’s dick with you again.”
Reaper leans back again, and his eyes move from me to Viper. “Viper, help our pretty girl.”
Immediately Viper reaches for Breaker’s dick with his free hand. The second it fists around him, Breaker groans, hips jerking into Viper’s grasp.
“That’s so insanely hot,” Cora whispers.
“Tongue out,” Breaker says. She obeys, pink tongue offered up, green eyes locked on his mask. Breaker wraps his hand around Viper’s and guides his dick to her parted lips. She swirls her tongue around the head and my cock jerks, like it was her mouth on me. Breaker throws his head back, releasing a groan. “Oh, fuck.”
“That’s it, Baby Girl,” Reaper says, his voice husky. “All the way until he hits your throat.”
She makes a sound, like a little purr of excitement, and Breaker drops his head to his chest and jerks forward, gripping the back of her neck to keep her still. She chokes, and he releases her, but she sucks him in again with wet, sloppy sounds.
Delilah leans forward and tucks several red curls behind Cora’s ear. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispers, sending a surge of desire straight to my dick. “You suck his cock so good, just like you did my pussy.”
“Fuck me,” Breaker rasps. “Tiny Thing has a dirty mouth.”
She grins up at him. “Bet you can’t wait to fuck it.”
His hips punch forward, making Cora choke.
“Striker.” Reaper’s coarse voice shoots down my spine, drawing my focus to him. His black eyes meet mine and I see the question in them. How far are you willing to go?
I glance at Viper, intently watching Cora take Breaker back into her mouth, then back to Reaper.
How far? Do I want Breaker to know?
Who the fuck am I kidding? They all already know.
I nod, my heart stampeding wildly in my chest.
Reaper grips Delilah by the back of her neck and squeezes. She cocks her head to the side as his thumb skates over her pulse. I want to lean down and kiss where his finger was. Her lashes flutter, making me think of how she looked when I slammed into her last night. How her eyes glazed over like they are now. Her gaze moves up to me as he gathers her hair and holds it in a fist, but he turns his focus back on me.
“Let Baby Girl taste your cock,” Reaper tells me, then says, “Viper, help our girl suck him in deep.”
Viper freezes. Breaker stills. Reaper waits.
Cora releases Breaker’s dick with a slick pop and shifts my way, eyes darting up to my face, tongue already out and ready. Delilah scoots closer, biting her lip, blue eyes clouding with lust as she looks up at me, reaching for Cora again, obviously planning on joining even without Reaper’s command.
My heart hammers and I realize they don’t know. Our girls have no idea the change happening because, for all they know, we do this. Fuck each other. Neither one detects how we’ve all paused, waiting for the other’s reaction. Like the entire planet didn’t just slip off axis, and my life hasn”t suddenly changed with this one command.
Breaker’s hand lands on my shoulder and electric bolts shoot through my head. Suddenly, I can’t remember if he’s ever touched my shoulder. I can barely breathe as I try to work through the noise in my head.
He’s touched me. Plenty of times. Our dicks have even touched, slipping into a waiting cunt on more than one occasion. But somehow, his fingers on my shoulder right now, makes the room feel like it’s tilted sideways.
My gaze flickers over to him and I catch his pale blue eyes watching me, like he’s silently checking in with me. I wish I could see his face. See if his lips have turned up at the corner with a small, knowing grin or if they tugged into a frown like they do when he’s concerned.
I wonder what that frown tastes like.
Reaper’s voice breaks through the static in my head, thick with lust. “Kitten, help them get Striker’s cock in our girl’s mouth.”
Delilah reaches for my belt. Viper’s gaze drops to the bulge in my pants. The sound of my zipper being pulled down snaps through me, and it’s like the entire world’s moving again.
Delilah’s warm hand reaches in my pants, wrapping around me and I hiss out a breath. She frees my dick and my hand lands on Cora’s head, trying to keep myself upright. Excitement, adrenaline, lust, all course in my veins, making my head spin.
“Even his cock is gorgeous,” Cora whispers, and I’m slammed back to reality.
Before I can change my mind, Princess’s and then Viper’s large, thick fingers wrap around my base. My hips jerk involuntarily at the contact. Viper’s other hand weaves into Cora’s hair at the back of her head, guiding her to me and our finger’s brush. I squeeze my eyes shut, clenching my jaw. The feeling of all of them, all those fingers, his hand on me, makes me feel unsteady, so I dig my fingers into Cora’s red hair as she leans in and sucks me into her mouth.
My eyes flutter, fire sparking down my spine.
“That’s my good boy,” Breaker says and his words crash through my head, making my eyes pop open. Cora chooses that moment to suck my tip hard and I gasp as Breaker’s gaze shifts to me. Am I the good boy or Viper? Do I want it to be me? Then Breaker says, “I knew you wanted to be Strike’s good boy too, Viper.”
All the blood drains from my head to my cock. Viper’s grip tightens around my shaft. Breaker squeezes my shoulder and I’m grateful for it. It feels like permission. Like reassurance that this is all okay. Our girls don’t know, but they do. He does. Viper hasn’t always sucked his dick. They haven’t always touched when we’ve taken a woman. What I’m doing right now, changing how we interact during these moments, is altering not just my life, my mental and emotional state, but theirs too.
Cora releases me with a slick pop, sending a surge of heat through my gut. “He’s huge,” she says, completely unaware of the dynamics being established. I drop my gaze to find her looking up at me with an open, satisfied expression. Her eyes flicker to Delilah. “I bet he felt good stretching you open.”
Princess makes a sound in her throat, her thumb slicking over Cora’s wet lips and the saliva dripping down her chin. I try to focus on her face as Cora sucks me in deep, but I can barely think straight as she swirls her tongue around the head of my dick, and Viper tugs my shaft, forcing Delilah’s hand to slip lower. She trails her fingers over Cora’s cheeks as they hollow out and the sight’s so erotic, so sensual and loving that my balls draw up tight.
“Viper,” Reaper says, and I snap my focus to him, trying to keep from exploding into her mouth. “Take our Baby Girl while she sucks Striker’s cock.” He pets Delilah’s head, making her grip on my cock tighten. Black eyes move from my cock to my face before moving over to Breaker. “Breaker, come take care of our pretty Kitten.”
Next to me, Breaker lowers himself to his knees, placing one hand on the cushion next to Reaper, his other sliding her dress up. She releases me and now it’s just Viper’s hand on my dick.
“Lift your hips, Kitten,” Reaper says as he tugs her dress up and hooks his thumbs in her underwear, slipping them down her thighs. Breaker removes them all the way, then undoes the buttons of her dress, pulling it over her head until she’s just in her white bra.
The sight of her pink nipples under the thin material makes my fingers tighten in Cora’s hair, and I thrust forward roughly into her mouth. Cora chokes as I hold her head still, feeling her throat constrict, and I realize she’s trying to swallow me down.
“Shit,” I hiss and ease up, letting her breathe. I look down at her satisfied smirk. “You’re a dirty little girl. You like choking on cock.”
She wipes spit from her chin. “I like dicks.”
“Our dicks,” Viper growls. Gripping my dick so hard, I bend forward slightly, trying to keep from spilling over as he forces her mouth back onto me. “Just our cocks, Vixen. Suck this dick right here and show Striker how much you want his cum while I fuck you.”
My vision blurs. He slips his hand up and down my length, gripping me firmly.
“Shit,” I rasp out, barely able to hang on to my sanity. If he keeps stroking me like that, I’m going to come before he can even get inside her. After a second, he lets me go and I suck in air, pulling back so Cora’s forced to suck just the head, but it doesn’t help.
Viper pulls her off me. I lick my lips, trying to refocus as he unties the wraparound dress and it falls open, revealing her pink panties and bra.
I grip my cock as she leans in to take me again. Faintly aware of Breaker next to me, positioning Delilah on Reaper’s lap, but I can’t focus on much beyond Cora’s wet mouth.
Viper unhooks the bra, and it falls away. Rosy nipples on large breasts, covered in smooth, fair skin dotted with freckles, are now my new favorite thing.
Viper reaches around and pinches her nipple and the sound she makes reverberates through my dick.
“I told you next time you’ll be choking on cock,” Viper says to Cora.
Her hands land on my ass and she sucks me in, so roughly it feels like she’s trying to suck my fucking soul from my body.
“Fuck,” I groan, my eyes falling to her pretty face. Saliva spills down her chin, eyes watering, but she does it again, and I snap my hips forward, shoving deeper into her mouth.
“Come here, Vixen.” Viper doesn’t bother removing her underwear. He tugs them down her thighs, pressing on her lower back, leaning her forward slightly as he frees himself. The sight of his cock makes my balls tighten. His sea-blue eyes move from my dick barely over a foot away from his face, and lock onto mine as he thrusts into her. The movement drives my cock deeper into her mouth and she releases another groan that shoots up my spine.
“Oh fuck,” Viper grates. “She’s already so wet.”
I hiss out a breath. She must feel so tight like that, her legs restricted by her underwear halfway down her thighs. He threads his fingers around her throat and I eat up the sight of him on his knees again before me, thrusting into her, holding her still as I hit her throat.
“She loves sucking your cock, Strike,” Viper rasps. “Her pussy tightens on me so hard when you fuck her mouth.”
I lick my lips, mouth dry, and release her head to touch the top of his mask. “You like my cock in your mouth too.”
Reaper’s dark chuckle is drowned out by the slick slapping of Viper thrusting against her ass.
“You bet I do,” he says, driving into her. “I loved feeling your thick cock hitting my throat.”
She groans again and I clench my jaw, my fingers tightening on his head. I want to rip his mask off and shove my dick down his throat, but I’m not sure he’s ready. Not for his mask to be removed or for us to go that far again in front of everyone.
The sweet cry from next to me snaps my attention away from him and Cora. Delilah’s legs are hooked over Reaper’s thighs, his hand at her throat as Breaker kneels before her, his mask up just high enough so that his mouth is exposed. His tongue slips over her pink clit, then swirls just the way we know she likes it. The way he groans, sucking her into his mouth, makes me wonder how many times he jerked off to the memory of her too.
Reaper’s hand at her throat drags down between her breasts and Delilah arches into his touch, like she’s starved for him. When he lifts his mask to press his lips to her neck, she gasps, her legs widening.
“Striker, come take this pussy,” Reaper says, tongue gliding over his scarred lip. “Show our Kitten who owns her.”