Striker

51. Chapter 46

“Turn around, Kitten,” Reaper says, “Let me look at your face. I want to see those pretty blue eyes when you come this time.”

Pretty.

That single word slips through my veins like lava, igniting my flesh. Reaper’s not said one sweet thing to me until this very moment.

Unraveling myself from Striker, I pull back, but he grips my chin, holding it between his thumb and forefinger before he captures my mouth. His hand slips between my thighs, feeling the mess he left. I melt into him, weaving my fingers into his soft hair, then rake my nails down his scruffy cheeks as his finger dips inside me.

“You like my cum in you,” he says as he breaks the kiss, dragging the wetness up over my clit. “Such a filthy little Princess. You’re going to look so beautiful, dripping with the mess we make of you.”

He slips his hand up over my belly, dragging his cum up between my breasts, then to my mouth. I open for him, letting him slip two fingers covered with our release past my lips, tasting us together. He moves them in and out, fucking my mouth with his fingers before he pulls them out, and his mouth crashes to mine again.

I break the kiss first, drinking in his features as he shifts to help Viper move Cora to her feet. I twist, still on my knees to face Reaper, laying my hands on his thighs. He tenses under my touch but relaxes when I don’t move them.

The soft giggle from Cora beside me drags my attention back to her. Striker towers over her, pressing a light kiss to her lips. She groans, moving to her tiptoes as she kicks her underwear off and wraps her arms around his neck, angling her head to deepen the kiss. His strong fingers slip around her bare ass and knead the soft flesh.

I drink in the sight, loving how small she looks next to him. I love how delicately he kisses her, knowing exactly how it feels—how they both feel.

“Breaker, come fuck this pretty mouth,” Reaper says. “I love hearing her slutty little moans.”

I feel a sharp slap to my ass. Viper kneels next to me, helping Striker position Cora on his lap as he sits down next to Reaper on the small couch. Viper angles his dick, bringing it to her entrance, and drives into Cora. Striker’s large hand slips under her chin, tilting her head back so he can take her mouth, hands slipping greedily all over her flesh.

“Come here, Tiny Thing,” Breaker says, dragging my attention from the three to him, where he stands next to me. His hand cups my jaw as I look up at him, and he slips his thumb into my mouth. “Open for me.”

I open obediently, a thrill running through me at the sight of him. With his pants undone, his dick hard, aching for us, he’s the perfect picture of masculinity. All hard lines and smooth abs under his perfect, deeply toned flesh. I’ve wanted this for weeks, all of them like this again, and to have them sends a shiver of excitement through me.

Wrapping my hand around him, I slide my tongue over his slit, gathering his salty pre-cum, then sucking him clean before running my tongue along his length. The gravelly groans he emits makes me want to do it again and again until he explodes on my tongue.

“That’s it. Get my cock wet. Good girl,” he grates, grip tightening on my jaw. “Suck the tip, that’s it. Really hard. I like it rough, just like my girls.”

Hallowing out my cheeks, I suck him hard, letting his tip pop out of my mouth lewdly. When I lick the slit again, he groans, grasping my hair with an edge of roughness.

From behind me, I hear Viper groan, then a hand lands on my ass cheek. “Arch your back for me, Sweetheart so I can see your pretty pussy.”

Tilting my hips, I feel Viper’s rough grip on my ass cheek, spreading me open. His growl of approval shoots through me, making my hips tilt even further, desperate for more of his praises.

“Don’t stop,” Breaker rasps. “Keep sucking, Tiny Thing.”

“God, you have a sexy ass,” Viper grates. “Fuck. You’re both so perfect.”

Reaper tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, letting his finger trail to my chin as I suck the head of Breaker’s dick back into my mouth. “You’re the perfect, sexy little slut swallowing his cock.”

My fingers curl into Reaper’s thigh at his gentle touch, his filthy praise, but he grips both hands, bringing them together, clamping them with one hand. His other weaves into my hair, holding me still. As Breaker drives forward, I gag, saliva spilling down my chin, my jaw open as far as it can go. I wonder how the fuck Cora took him so deeply. He’s enormous, girthy.

“Oh fuck,” Breaker groans. I want to hear that desperate, reedy sound again, so I open my throat. “That’s it. Take me deep. Fuck,” he breathes out the curse word, hips jerking as he hits my throat.

Cora makes a whimpering sound, but it’s drowned out, and I don’t have to see her to know Striker’s kissing her again. I want to turn to watch, but Reaper’s holding my head still, not letting me move as Breaker drives in again.

“Tongue out. Good girl. Relax your throat, Tiny Thing. I want to feel you swallow me.” Breaker hits deep, and I choke on the intrusion, but he doesn’t let me go.

“Fuck, yeah,” he moans as Reaper twists my hair in a fist, holding me still. “Just like that. Let me feel those teeth. Oh fuck,” he hisses, hips jerking when I let my teeth slide along his dick. “A little bite, pretty girl. Fu-ck. Just a little rough.”

His hand lands on my head along with Reapers, his other wrapped around my throat. I gag, eyes tearing, heart hammering from the power he has over me in this moment. My pussy throbs, wanting more. He finally pulls out, and I cough, saliva slipping down my jaw, but I don’t care. I open my mouth, showing my tongue, silently begging for more.

“Perfect, greedy little whore,” Breaker says and drives back in. My pussy clenches around nothing when he hits deep again and I hear Cora make a desperate, animalistic sound. She’s close to coming. I recognize the sound.

Breaker pulls out, and Reaper lets me go.

“Claim that pussy as ours,” Reaper says to me, reaching over to brush strands of hair off Cora’s face. His hand slips around the back of her head. I wait for that slithering sensation in my gut, but it doesn’t come. I wonder if that night in the club I didn’t want him touching her because he felt too ruthless to touch something I secretly craved. Scared his hard edges would spoil her sweetness, not knowing it had already been used against her.

Right now, with how he’s gently weaving his fingers through her hair, like he’s cherishing just how delicate she is, I want him to touch her. Fill her up with every ounce of his niceness, even if it leaves none for me.

“I’ve been dying to watch you eat her out,” Viper grates, snapping my focus to how he’s driving into her.

My pussy throbs. I’ve not done that. Not yet. I shift between Reaper’s thighs, leaning over to take her mouth when Striker breaks their kiss. She groans, her body moving with Viper’s hard thrusts. Drifting lower, I shift again, nibbling at her salty, sweaty skin, until I’m bent over Reaper’s thigh, and my mouth skims her lower belly.

“Eat that pretty pussy, Sweetheart,” Viper says, slowing his movements. His hand lands on the back of my head as I lean over further.

Up this close, I see the thick veins in his dick, how hard he is. How he glistens with her wetness as he slips out further. I slide my tongue over her clit as Viper’s dick slips back in. Sweetness and musk hit my tongue, filling my bones with a primal craving. I do it again, letting my tongue drag slowly over the little nub, loving his earthy taste. Her tangy sweetness. When I lick her again, I let my tongue slip lower; the tip slicking over Viper’s dick as he slides out of her.

A throaty moan breaks free of his chest when he feels my tongue as he moves into her. “Jesus, fuck,” he breathes. “Again, Sweetheart.”

Viper pulls out of her and his wet dick hits my lips. I suck in the head, running my tongue over the slit, loving the male musky taste and his carnal groan sends that sends shimmering need through my blood faster, and I suck her swollen clit into my mouth.

“Oh, shit!” Cora’s hips tilt. “Oh, baby, fuck yes. ”

Viper drives back in as Striker says, “That’s right, Princess.” I feel his hand land on my back, feather light strokes flittering along my spine. “Suck her pretty little clit.”

“Oh shit,” Cora says as my tongue flicks over her again, trying to angle herself so I can easily reach her. “I dreamed of this.”

I squirm, my pussy clenching. Like Breaker knows how desperate I am, I sense him lean over before he drives two fingers into me, gathering Striker’s cum and dragging it over my clit. I exhale heavily, making Cora whimper and Viper groan.

“I love the sight of Strike’s cum running out of you,” Breaker says, then I feel the scrape of teeth before they sink into my ass cheek as I continue to lick her clit.

Beneath me, I feel Reaper’s cock pressed to my chest and how his hand slips around my throat, fingers tightening at the pulse like he’s feeling for the excitement coursing through me. How my body and pulse race from tasting her, from them.

Suddenly, Cora shatters with a scream, her palm flattening to my cheek, shoving me away. My tongue runs over my bottom lip, tasting them, watching her face as her mouth falls open with a quiet, gravelly cry, breasts heaving as she comes down. The sight saturates my blood with a primal desire, making me want to hear that throaty scream again, but she pushes my head away when I lean back down to taste her.

“Jesus. That’s too much,” she breathes. “I need a minute.”

“Viper, come claim this pussy. Breaker, I want to hear Baby Girl whimper as your cock spreads her open,” Reaper commands and pulls me up to face him. To me he says, “Hands and knees.”

Repositioning myself, I fall to my hands between his thighs as he brushes a finger along my mouth, wet from Cora’s release.

Large hands land on my ass, then Viper’s finger glides over the tight hole at my rear. “Soon, we’re going to claim this perfect ass and fill you up here,” he says as he leans over to press a kiss to my shoulder. Behind me, I see him shift, sliding a finger roughly over Cora’s clit as Breaker positions himself between her splayed thighs. “And then we’re going to fuck your pretty ass until you can’t breathe without saying our names in worship.”

There’s so much happening. So many hands and groans. Every sound and sharp flavor, every sensation skating over my skin so vivid it feels like I’m living in a fever dream. Brilliant colors and rough fingers making me want to drown in this moment. Stay here forever with them.

“Spread wider for me, Little Red,” Breaker says, in front of Cora and angling his dick to her entrance.

Cora’s still spread out, legs splayed open over Striker’s thick thighs. Reaper’s knee hits Striker’s thigh, and I notice how he shifts, pressing it harder to him as Striker widens his legs, making room for Breaker to inch close. When he presses in, she arches her back and opens her legs wider. Striker lowers his face and presses it into her hair, his thumb slipping over her clit.

“Oh shit,” she whimpers.

Reaper grips my cheeks, forcing my attention back to him. Black eyes flicker up to Viper behind me. “I want her begging.”

His dick slips over my clit. I suck in a breath, focusing on Reaper’s mask. The melting jaw doesn’t look like it mocks me anymore. It looks like it’s screaming.

My lips part, the thought of how I can’t wait to hear him scream in pleasure nearly spilling out, when Viper slams forward and my teeth clack together from the force. If I wasn’t already slick and ready from Striker, so horribly turned on and desperate after Breaker’s dick was in my mouth, from tasting Cora and him, the pinch of pain of him moving into me so fast would burn far worse. Instead, it’s edged with pleasure. I groan at the feeling, stars shooting through me.

Reaper slips his thumb into my mouth and I suck, greedily tasting his skin. Salt and musk and so perfectly him. Some carnal part wants to bite him so I can taste the metal tang of his blood again. I swirl my tongue around his thumb, biting down lightly, loving how his black eyes seem to grow even darker as he watches my mouth. How when he moves his gaze to Viper, pounding into me from behind, he looks like he’s teetering on the edge. Like he’s the one driving into me so hard he’s having to hold me in place.

Viper’s hand slips down my back until he’s cupping my ass, his thumb sliding down to press into my tight hole. “Oh fuck, Sweetheart. You’re so perfect. That’s it. You take me so good. So deep.”

My arms give a little as he presses into my hole. I’ve never had anyone take me there, never even a finger, and I suddenly want his thumb in me, moving in and out just as roughly as his dick in my pussy.

“She’s close. Fuck her harder,” Reaper demands, voice raspy. My lashes flutter. “Press into her ass. She’s about to fucking lose it.”

I hear Viper spit, then warm wetness lands in my ass crack. His thumb swipes over it and he brings it to my hole, running it around the opening in little circles. When he presses in suddenly, there’s a sting of pain but it’s shoots to my pussy and I bite into Reaper’s thumb.

“Oh shit,” Reaper grates, eyes going feral. “Keep going. She’s fucking going wild.”

“Her ass is so tight. I can’t wait to take you here, Sweetheart.”

“Harder,” Reaper says, watching me as my eyes lose focus.

Viper slams in again, his thumb moving slightly deeper too, and I jerk forward, releasing a gasp around Reaper’s thumb. He hooks my cheek, turning my head to the side, letting me see Breaker fucking Cora in Striker’s lap. Watching him moving into her, knowing I get him next, slick and desperate from fucking her, ignites something primitive in my brain.

I tilt my ass, giving Viper better access, loving his approving moan.

My entire life, I’ve been this controlled woman who plans everything in advance. Every detail’s controlled. But they’re stripping it away. Flaying my skin from my bones. Separating the person I was from the woman right now, getting fucked so hard her knees scrape into the worn wood floor. Stripping away my inhibitions, hollowing me out. Making room for that feral woman living under my skin. Letting her come to the surface and live openly. Freely.

And god, I want her to.

“Please, please,” Cora whimpers. The familiar beg sends me higher, and I’m only faintly aware of the three just inches away. Breaker driving into Cora, Striker holding her close, wrapping her in his warmth like he did me, whispering in her ear as she clings to his forearms around her, his sweet words slipping out like they’re meant for me too.

So beautiful.

Pretty Little Flower.

Sweet, perfect girl.

Come all over him like our good girl.

Then he looks my way and says, “You take Viper’s cock so beautifully. It makes me hard all over again, seeing you wrapped around him.”

“She loves it when you talk sweetly to her,” Viper rasps. “Her pussy is pulsing around me so hard, I”m going to fucking come soon.”

“My pretty, pretty, Princess,” Striker says, the corner of his full lips lifting, making me want to sink my teeth into his smile. “You’re such a good girl, taking our cocks so well.” He looks at Viper. “Be my good boy and fuck my cum deep into her.”

“Fuck.” Viper’s harsh grunt echoes in the nearly silent room and he drives in even harder. ”Come on, mo leannan, come for me sweet girl, I”m not going to last.”

A whimper escapes me when Striker reaches over to touch my cheek. My eyes lock on Cora, but she’s lost, drowning in pleasure. I want to reach for her, cling to her, and give myself and her something to hold on to as these men chisel us down to fragments only they can put back together.

And that’s what it feels like. Like I’m just pieces. Shards of who I used to be, all that’s left of who I was, just broken up shadows. Long slanting lines of dusty grey. There’s darkness in me, parts of me that woke up that night in the woods, then sparked alive again when Striker took his belt to me in his room. But there are light spaces, too. My love for Cora, my need for them. The need to protect her, and this new blooming craving to protect them too.

Pressure builds low in my belly. Viper’s slamming into me so hard, I feel him deep enough to hurt, but when he angles himself just slightly downward, his dick sliding against that perfect spot, thumb driving in further, it’s like the gates are kicked open, and I’m screaming through my release, pleasure cutting the world away brutally, until it’s just blackness.

“You’re fucking perfect, mo leannan. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight.” Viper’s choked groan as he leans over my back, brings me back into focus. Not knowing or caring what mo leannan means, but it sounds like a sliver of sweetness, so I drink it up, tilting my hips responding to the way it slips past his lips like a praise. Like I’m something to be cherished. Worshipped.

Heat floods my pussy as his movements slow. Teeth bite into the skin on my back, then he rests his forehead to my spine, thumb slipping out. Then his fingers dig into my hips with a gentle squeeze before he pulls out.

I sag into Reaper’s lap but then he says, “Breaker, come claim our girl.”