28. Cain
CAIN
The moment my tongue flicks over her pussy, I become crazed for more. She is musky, but sweet. Her scent and taste drive me wild, and my cock is like iron. Her pussy is pink and perfect, with a delicate sprinkling of light ash hair.
Using two fingers, I spread her lips to reveal her innermost place. I groan at the sight of her.
“She’s so wet,” I tell Malachi, who is now playing with her pretty tits from behind. He’s rolling and pinching her nipples as she writhes against him. Her ass must be rubbing his cock. I bet he loves it.
“Malachi, hold her pussy lips open for Cain.”
I start at the rumbling voice from the corner. Roman doesn’t sound like himself at all. His voice is so rough right now, as if it is breaking against rocks.
Mal hesitates for a beat, then drops one hand from her breast to her pussy. He spreads her lips, lifting them open for me. Her pretty clit is so hard and swollen.
“Lick her clit,” Roman orders me. “Flick your tongue side to side.”
I don’t know why the fuck I’m letting him tell me what to do, but this whole thing has taken a weird turn. It feels as if we’re in a dream. As if it’s not real. I do as he says, letting myself sink into the fog of desire and illusion.
I flick her clit with my tongue, and she starts to tremble, her legs shaking.
“They love that,” Roman says.
“You live like a monk,” Malachi points out from over Ophelia’s shoulder. “How do you know?”
Roman scoffs his reply. “I didn’t always live this way. You like that, don’t you, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” Ophelia breathes. “I do.”
“Make her come,” Roman orders.
Malachi shakes his head. “So soon?”
“Need to get her loosened up.” Roman gives a dark laugh. “I’ve seen the size of your cocks. They won’t fit that virgin pussy if she’s not warmed up.” He hesitates then adds, “You are a virgin, aren’t you, Ophelia?”
“I am,” she gasps. “But I don’t want to be…not anymore.”
Is she saying what I think? That she wants us to take her virginity? The thought of my cock inside her almost has me coming in my pants.
I keep flicking my tongue against her clit, and, when she starts to make desperate mewling sounds, Roman moves nearer.
“Add one finger, inside, carefully.”
Being as gentle as I can, I push a finger inside her. She cries out, and her fingers curl so hard around my shoulders it could bruise me.
Gods, yes, this is heavenly. Why the hell did we stop ourselves from doing this? I can’t recall right now why we’d deprive ourselves so. The feeling of her tight pussy around my finger is so good. The scent of her arousal, the soft sounds of her whimpers, it’s all so fucking hot.
How can Roman stand to just watch?
“Feel that? My finger inside you?” I look up at her and she’s got her eyes open, her intense, dual-colored gaze holding mine.
This is so fucking crazy. She’s my childhood friend, and I’m going to be the first person to ever breach this virgin pussy.
“Add a second and start to stretch her,” Roman orders.
I do as he says and gently add a second finger. She’s so wet, it makes penetrating her easy, but I can feel how tight she is. Her pussy grips my fingers like a fist. I give her a moment to stretch and get used to the invasion, then I slowly withdraw, sliding them back out of her.
“Oh, God,” Ophelia cries.
I slide them back inside her and build up a slow but steady rhythm, pumping them in and out of her. I want to open her up enough that it doesn’t hurt when we take her virginity. I realize I’ve been ignoring her swollen clit, so I flick my tongue over it again and again.
Curling my fingers, I press against her front wall, searching for that pad of tissue. I find it, and rub and press against it, and soon she starts to pant. She’s breathing like a steam train, and her fingers grip my shoulders like claws.
“Oh, Cain. No. Yes. Oh, what …?”
Her thighs are shaking so much now that I’m surprised she can hold herself up.
I know I’ve hit the right spot as she grows wetter and wetter.
My fingers make obscene sounds in the room.
I press again and again, right against that internal spot as I flick my tongue over her, until she shatters with a wailing cry.
She soaks my hand with her release, her muscles clenching my fingers, and I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life.
I need to be the first inside her with my cock.
I withdraw my fingers and bring them to my lips, sucking her juices from them.
Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are parted, but her eyes widen in shock at my action, and her cheeks get even redder.
I undo my zipper and push my jeans down.
“Did I say you could get undressed?” comes a voice from behind me.
I glance over my shoulder and give Roman what I hope is an angry enough look to make him realize that nothing is going to stop me from what I need. He’s still wearing his skeleton mask, so it’s impossible for me to read his expression.
He shrugs and acts as if this had been his idea all along. “That’s fine, by all means, carry on.”
I pull my shirt over my head as Ophelia stares at my chest. She reaches out with shaky fingers and traces the scars left by my father’s belt. Her eyes shine with unshed tears.
I catch hold of her hand, stilling its movement. “It’s okay.”
She gives her head the briefest of shakes, telling me it isn’t. I know that, but now isn’t about me. It’s about her.
I release her hand, and she heads lower, trailing down over my pecs, over my abs, to come to rest at the waistband of my briefs. My hard cock is outlined perfectly beneath the material.
“Take off her panties, Mal,” Roman orders.
Malachi does as he says and rolls them slowly down her thighs. Ophelia is with the program because she lifts her feet one at a time to help facilitate him taking her panties from her. With a grin that’s only partially obscured by his mask, he tucks them into the back pocket of his black jeans.
“I’ll keep this as a souvenir since you still have my jacket.”
Then he goes back to standing behind her and runs his hands over her breasts, down her sides, and skims them over the gentle curve of her hips. He trails them over her mound, where he slips his thick index finger between her folds and gently rubs her clit with his thumb.
She shivers and gives a soft whimper. “I can’t. It’s too much.”
“You can and you will.” Roman steps into the circle but doesn’t touch her. Instead, he looks deep into her eyes. “This will heal you. You think I like this? It goes against everything I believe in. That’s why I’m not getting involved. But I can see that healing work is happening here.”
I think he’s lying to himself, and he’s most definitely enjoying this. However, I don’t want it to stop, so I don’t point out his hypocrisy.
Roman glances around. “If you’re going to take her, we need a condom. I don’t have any, and I don’t think there are any here, so do either of you have one?”
I shake my head. Disappointment hits hard and fast. We can’t take her bare because we can’t risk getting her pregnant. I doubt she’s on birth control.
“You’re not on the pill, are you?” I ask her.
She nods frantically. “I am. When I escaped from the commune, my therapist thought it best if I went on the pill, just in case. I agreed, so even though I’ve never had sex, I’m protected against pregnancy.”
I want to sink to my knees and thank the ancestors and the gods. “I’m clean.”
I was tested many months ago, and I’ve been a born-again virgin since then. I glance at Mal, and he nods. He is, too. We’re not the kind of men who sleep around for the hell of it.
“Are you ready for this?” Roman asks her. “Is it truly what you want from us?”
She draws in a breath, but it’s shaking with arousal as she tries to speak with Malachi’s fingers still inside her.
“It’s what I want. I…I keep dreaming about this.
Well, not exactly this. In my dreams, it’s in the woods, and you’re chasing after me, but it always ends the same.
” Her blush deepens, though her cheeks and chest and throat are already mottled pink.
I have to know. “How does it end?”
She closes her eyes. “It ends with me waking up”
“We don’t fill you up?” I ask, emboldened by how she’s reacting to this.
She shakes her head.
“Would you like it? Us filling you up?”
“Yes.”
It’s a mere whisper, but I hear it clearly enough.
She lifts her gaze and holds mine. My heart feels like it’s going to explode. Does she even realize what a gift she is giving me?
Malachi is still gently fingering her, but he slides his digits from her pussy, then kisses her shoulder.
From behind his mask, he says, “Out of the way, Cain. If you get to take her first, you at least need to give me this.”
I don’t know exactly what he means, but he’s right. He’s allowed a little one-on-one time with her, so I take a step to the side.
Malachi takes my place then sinks to his knees.
He looks up at her, his eyes desperate behind his mask. “Just one taste,” he says. “Before Cain fucks you, I need to taste you. Can I?”
“Yes,” she breathes.
Malachi yanks the mask the rest of the way off and tosses it to one side. Her fingers tangle in his thick hair, and she pulls him into her as if she’s as desperate as he is. He lifts one of her feet and hooks her calf over his shoulder.
He doesn’t do what I did and flick his tongue against her clit. Instead, he parts her and pushes his tongue inside. She goes up on her toes with a gasp of shock and lets out a small giggle.
“That feels amazing but so strange,” she says.
When Malachi starts to thrust his tongue in and an out, though, her laughter fades and she moans softly.
Who would have thought our innocent Ophelia would be so sensual deep down?
Malachi stops tongue fucking her and places a soft kiss to the top of her curls, then releases her leg and stands.
He glances over to Roman. “You ought to taste her, Rome. She’s delicious.”
Roman shakes his head. “I won’t break my vows.”
“You will eventually,” Malachi says darkly. “This isn’t going to be a one and done, and you know that.”
Not wanting these two to get into an argument and derail everything, I take hold of Ophelia’s chin gently between my thumb and forefinger and turn her to face me.
“Are you ready for me, Angel?”