61 #2
“I haven’t done this before, either—I’ve neither shared a woman nor done anal,” Scotty says when he pulls away, and the image is gone from my head now, but I know he’s lining himself up, so I adjust my position again in preparation.
Gratified, HC hums lightly, before asking absently, trailing the tips of her fingernails along his arm, “Are they still alive?”
Scotty rolls his lips together, and I think he’s trying to appear neutral, but he’s not doing a great job of hiding his own pleasure at her possessiveness. “The girls I’ve slept with? I’m not entirely sure, Love. I don’t remember their names.”
Narrowing her eyes, she glares into his damn soul. “Are you lying to protect them? Or do you really not know?”
“I’m not lying, Ezla. I have vague impressions, that’s it. They didn’t make me feel anything. I have never had feelings for someone or been in love before you. They were mistakes I made when I was lonely, and I’m sorry I shared what belongs to you.”
My brows shoot up my forehead.
“Where are they? Evot Training School 308?” Vengeance keeps her face a mask, but she’s really not as subtle as she thinks she is in this particular situation; her desire to kill is always the one thing anyone can easily read on her.
“Yes, Love,” Scotty sighs, palm coming to smooth over her stomach. “But unless you want me to think about this more and end up recalling their names, will you please relax and let us fill you up, hm?”
“Hm.”
From that short response, I can tell she’s still plotting murders.
Shaking his head with a smile he can’t keep from his face, Scotty kisses a path up her neck while his hand slips lower so he can start rubbing slow circles on her engorged clit.
Ezla’s lashes flutter, pussy crushing my cock.
Grunting, my hips snap forwards without thought, and she lets out a gasp of wicked glee at my loss of control.
I lean down to bite her nipple in response, which only earns me a sharp pinch to my bicep.
I hiss. Fucking hell, that hurt.
“Ready, Love?”
“Fuck me,” is her curt response, and I slap her tit in that way I know she likes, ignoring the still-throbbing sting in my arm as Scotty starts to push himself inside her.
Head falling back to rest on his shoulder, the curving of HC’s spine has her breasts served up to me on a silver platter, and I don’t hesitate to accept the meal before me; one hand finds the rosebud on her left, fingertips pinching the turgid peak between them, while I suck the other into my mouth with vigour.
I feel pressure then, and I curse at the same time Scotty groans at the tight fit.
It’s a little fucking weird, I’ll admit, to be able to feel his dick inside her through that thin wall, but whatever.
Vengeance is who I’m focused on, and he is too, so it’s more just something we both note that has no impact on how this will proceed.
“That good, Love?” Scotty grinds himself inside her. “You like being stuffed full of your men’s cocks?”
Her responding moan is closer to a purr.
I’ve noticed she’s as communicative during sex as she is outside of it—meaning she prefers to bark orders and little else to break up those fucking sinful sounds of pleasure she makes. Unless she’s with Alby or Tiger, it seems, as they get all the praise too.
Hands on her waist for support, I start to pull out so me and Scotty can set a rhythm with one of us going in as the other comes out, but a hissed order stops me: “No. I want you both to push inside me at the same time. I like the fullness. Give it to me, or I will cut your cocks off and keep them to pleasure myself with.”
Tiger barks out a laugh while a bolt of horror shoots through me, because I’m not so sure she wouldn’t do that. I’m quite certain at this point that she doesn’t want us dead, but maiming us . . . sometimes, that’s still debatable.
“Yeah, Havoc, baby. Slice them up real good.”
“Dude.” I cast an unimpressed look at Tate, who’s still jerking off, his eyes fixed on Ezla with an unhinged obsessiveness.
At times, I think he’s calmed down. Then he’ll say shit like that, and I wonder if he’s secretly hoping the rest of us men will mysteriously disappear in a fatal accident.
“Of course, Love.” Scotty gets us back on track with a slow smirk, nudging his chin at me to get me moving.
I don’t hesitate to ram all the way back into the tight heat of my Bonded, who hums again as her body’s jolted between us, teeth sinking into her lower her lip as if she’s starving for more.
Rising, she uses my shoulders for support as our cocks leave her at the same time.
Then she drops back down, taking us back inside her greedily, eyes almost fevered as she uses us for her pleasure, her head tipping back on a moan as she rolls her hips for the friction and angle she wants.
Rapture cascades through me, and when she repeats her movements, me and Scotty start to meet them as we follow what she likes, his hands now gripping on to her ribs tightly to help him.
And fucking hell, the fit is ridiculous; every time I sink inside her with him, my cock’s strangled.
But it’s bloody glorious, and I’m definitely not opposed to doing this again and again to make our girl happy.
“Fuck, that is so good. You are both so big,” Ezla groans breathily, and my cock jerks against her walls, male pride swelling within me. I pound into her harder, faster, Scotty picking up his pace to match mine, his rough noises of pleasure mirroring the ones spilling from my own lips.
“That right, Vengeance? You love being split apart by us?” Breathing ragged, I don’t wait for a response before I dig my fingers deeper into her skin, helping her move up and down and punching the breath out of her with each punishing thrust of my hips.
Her breasts are bouncing right in my face, and I lick my lips, diving forwards to take her nipple into my mouth again, tongue swirling over the peak. After lavishing her breasts equally, I then surge up and slam my mouth to hers, desperate to taste her once more.
The kiss is chaotic and primal, and I only break away when HC moans loudly into my mouth, dipping my chin to see what’s caused the noise and catching Scotty’s fingers strumming the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs again.
Stealing her lips while they’re free, he kisses her passionately.
Their heavy breaths mingle, and all I can smell as I drag in my own harsh gasps of air is sex and that mouth-watering hot fucking cinnamon, which I still can’t believe I was right about her smelling of, tasting of.
Tate—who’s naked now, might I add, though I’m not sure when the hell that happened—loses any restraint right at that moment, and after cumming for the who-the-fuck-knows-what time, he all but barrels into Ezla like a bloody bowling ball, dipping his head and shoving half of her right breast into his mouth, and my hips stutter as me and Scotty have to work to keep our Bonded in place.
Jesus fucking Christ.
But Vengeance only groans in sinful delight, and I brush off the brute, not opposed to anything my Bonded is enjoying.
And it’s extremely clear HC’s having the time of her life being jammed between the three of us like this.
Honestly, something about it is really fucking hot, and I’m even more turned on myself.
The symphony of grunts and moans and skin rapidly slapping together echoes throughout the room as me and Scotty fix our rhythm.
“Look at you taking their cocks, Havoc. Does that feel good? Are they stretching your sweet little holes as widely as they deserve to be?”
Clearly, Tate feels the same as me.
I’ve noticed that as long as we’re pleasing Ezla, he actually gets off on us sharing her.
Vengeance hums in response, her affirmative one, and her lids slide closed with an almost tranquil look on her face as she absorbs all the pleasure, takes everything we’re giving her and expecting more, confident in the knowledge we’ll shower her in anything she pleases.
“Yeah . . .” Tate breathes roughly, drawing back from her breasts, which are now littered with red teeth marks, and gazing down at where I’m buried inside his obsession with a near-fascinated look on his face that I can only hope doesn’t turn into a thunderous one of envy.
Although at least if he snaps, I’ll be seated snugly inside Vengeance when my head is thrown across the room. “So pretty, your pussy swallowing him.”
“Shit—!” I whip my head down incredulously to see Tate shoving his motherfucking finger inside her alongside my dick. I can feel him intentionally curling that digit and rubbing her G-spot.
“Please my girl, fucker,” he says gruffly in response.
“I don’t take orders from you, dickhead,” I retort, even as I keep pumping my hips, thrusting up relentlessly into that drenched heat.
“Yes, yes, yes,” HC pants, and whatever scathing remark was about to come out of Tate’s mouth is vacuumed back down his throat in an instant. And I forget whatever I was even snappish about myself, because all I can see is her. All I ever see is her.