Chapter 33 Cain
Cain
Roman holds Ophelia’s legs open while Mal slowly and carefully pushes the condom-wrapped knife handle into Ophelia’s tight pussy.
She’s so wet it’s covered her thighs, and her clit is swollen and protruding. I love her clit; it gets so big when she’s aroused, and it turns me the fuck on.
He slides the knife back out, the condom creamy with her arousal, and then fucks her harder with it.
As Mal increases the pace and pushes the handle rhythmically against her G-spot, her legs start to shake.
“Let her come this time,” Roman orders.
Mal’s eyes are glued to where the knife is being lovingly gripped by Ophelia’s pussy. He really is kind of obsessed with penetrating her with whatever he can get his hands on that’s remotely cock shaped.
“Are you going to come for us, like a good girl?” Roman asks.
“God, yes, I am.” Ophelia’s voice is high and needy.
“Fuck, your pussy is perfect,” I tell her. And it is. With her small smattering of ash hair soaked by her arousal, and her lips so pink, and her pert clit, it’s heaven.
“Oh, nooooo,” she wails as she jerks up off the blanket. “Yes, yes, yes. Shit.”
Her chants of no, and yes, and oh-my-gods, are the erotic background to her pussy pulsing around the hard piece of wood invading her. I watch in utter fascination, thankful as fuck for how bright the moon is now the clouds have cleared.
Fuck, I’m going to come just from watching.
I grip my cock at the base and squeeze the life out of it to stave off my imminent orgasm.
I squeeze my eyes shut so I can no longer see Ophelia’s pussy clamping around the inanimate object.
Gradually, the immediate urge to lose my load passes, and I’m able to breathe again.
“God, I nearly fucking came,” I complain to no one in particular.
“No,” Roman orders. “Not until you’re inside her.”
“Then get that fucking knife out of her and let me in,” I snarl at Mal.
Malachi slides the handle out of her but then frowns.
“Well, shit,” he says, holding up one hand. “I guess I didn’t wrap the blade as well as I thought.”
His palm is smeared red with blood. The blade must have cut through the fabric of the robe, but he’d been so obsessed with fucking Ophelia with it that he hadn’t noticed when it cut his palm as well.
His eyes take on a dark glaze. “Maybe it was meant to be.”
He leans over Ophelia, who is still lying on her back, dazed from the intensity of her orgasm and seemingly barely aware of what’s happening around her. Her chest rises and falls, her small breasts and hard nipples jutting into the cool night air.
Malachi covers one of her tits with his bloodied hand, smearing her nipple with his blood, and then repeats the process with her other breast. The blood turns her nipples dark in the moonlight, somehow making this even hotter than it was before.
He runs his hand down over her belly, marking her with his blood, until he reaches her pussy. He dabs more blood on her swollen clit.
“Perfect,” he says, admiring his work.
Ophelia half sits up, notices the blood, and gasps. “Malachi, are you okay?” Then she spots his handiwork and sighs, falling back onto the blanket with a groan of acceptance.
“You’ve had your fun,” I tell Mal. “Now move out of the way.”
He does as I ask, smirking as he gets to his feet, his gaze lingering on my erection.
“Desperate much?”
I glare at him and let my gaze drop to his cock, which looks almost purple in the moonlight, he’s that aroused. Yeah, he can laugh, but he’s not much better off.
“Who goes where?” I ask.
Roman indicates Ophelia and simply says. “Lady’s choice.”
She props herself up on her elbows and presses her lips together as she moves her attention from one of us to the other. I can tell she’s got something in mind.
“Ophelia?” I question.
“Well, I was thinking about how having each of your…essence…inside me is what binds us, right?” She blinks up at Roman, who gives a curt nod. “But how come none of you get to swap…essences?”
Roman’s eyes widen behind his mask. “You mean us swallow each other’s cum? Not happening.”
I agree with him there.
But she shakes her head. “No, of course not.” She smiles a secretive little smile, and I wonder what she’s playing at. She agreed far too quickly. “But I do think you should each get a drop of pre-cum. It’s a little like exchanging a drop of blood, right?”
Malachi chuckles. “She just wants to see us suck each other’s cocks.”
Roman shakes his head again. “With my jaw injury, I’m not sucking anything.”
“But you could get a taste,” she pushes, seductively.
I’m not sure how I feel about this, but I’m all for giving Ophelia whatever she wants.
We ask so much from her. And she seems to be into this in a big way, so why can’t we do it for her?
We fuck and fill every one of her holes, expecting her to bend and stretch to accommodate us.
Surely, we can do this one small thing? It’s not as though we haven’t been intimate in other ways.
We’ve had our cocks inside her pussy at the same time, been bathed in each other’s cum, and touched each other’s dicks when we’ve needed to.
We’re not into each other like that, but so what? We’ll give our girl whatever she wants.
I still have my hand wrapped around the base of my cock. It’s rock hard and dripping pre-cum because doing something just for Ophelia has me so turned on it hurts.
“Go on, Rome,” I say with a jerk of my chin. “One taste. For our angel.”
Roman scowls at me, but, to my surprise, he gets carefully to his knees in front of me. He lifts his mask, so it rests on the top of his head, and, as the heat of his breath hits my cock, it jerks in response.
Instead of focusing on my friend, now on his knees with his mouth inches from my dick, I lock my gaze on Ophelia. She’s only just come, but her hand is between her thighs, and she’s flicking her clit, slick with Malachi’s blood, like this is the hottest thing she’s ever seen.
Maybe it is. Perhaps she’s into this sort of thing, and who am I to deny her?
The hot wetness of Roman’s tongue swipes across the head of my cock, taking the pre-cum with it. I suck air in over my teeth at the sensation. It’s kind of weird knowing it’s my friend, but I can’t lie, it’s not unpleasant.
Malachi takes Roman’s place. “My turn.”
Unlike Roman, he doesn’t seem perturbed at the idea.
I turn slightly and pump my hand down my length, squeezing out more pre-cum.
Mal lifts his masks, but instead of just licking the tip, like Roman did, Mal covers my hand with his, and then slides his entire mouth over my dick.
My cock is huge, but then Malachi also has a big mouth, so it doesn’t seem to be a problem.
“Fuck,” I growl, my hips automatically shunting forward to get deeper.
I hit the back of his throat and can’t help but be impressed at the control of his gag reflex. He hollows his cheeks, creating suction as he bobs back and forth. If I’m not careful, I’m going to come, but Mal gives the head one last swirl with his tongue and releases his hold on me.
That we’re all wearing our masks helps, too. We could be anyone. This sense of anonymity helps us to push past the boundaries society has trained us to live within.
“You looked like you enjoyed that a little too much,” Roman complains.
As if it has anything to do with him what the fuck I do. I almost lash out at him, but instead I shrug, keeping my calm.
“I’m doing it for Ophelia, right, baby?”
She’s panting, sliding her fingers inside herself now. Fuck, yes, it’s worth it if this is how we make her feel.
“See?” I say to Roman. “Look at her. She’s loving it. You don’t want to please her?”
Roman growls but doesn’t say anything.
Malachi, who is still on his knees, turns to Roman. “Your turn.” He sticks out his tongue expectantly.
“Fucking hell,” Roman says, but he moves forward, fisting his cock until it’s within a hair’s distance of Malachi’s mouth. “Just a lick,” he warns. “No sucking.”
“Spoilsport,” Malachi teases, but he does as Roman says, only using his tongue to swirl around Roman’s slit, lapping up the fluid.
But, despite his protests, Roman’s eyes slip shut with pleasure and he curls his hands into fists by his side. His abs are taut, and his thigh muscles tremble as he struggles to control himself.
Malachi stops and gets to his feet. He pulls his white mask back down over his face.
He masturbates slowly, squeezing out pre-cum. “Your turn to lick me, Roman.”
“Fuck,” Roman says again, but it’s clear from the hardness of his cock that it’s not as though he isn’t enjoying this.
Mal waggles his cock in Roman’s face. “Come get a taste.”
“Fuck you.” Rome curses, but he does what he’s asked, getting to his knees and lapping at Malachi’s slit.
Mal’s hand hovers over the back of Roman’s head, and it’s clear that he’d grab the back of it and force Roman’s mouth right over his cock if he didn’t think it would destroy our friendship.
It’s my turn, and I swallow with apprehension. I’ve never sucked cock before, and it’s not something I plan to make a habit of.
I fall to the ground in front of Malachi, his insanely hard erection only inches from my face. I make sure we’re angled so Ophelia can get the best view.
“I like seeing a big man on his knees,” Malachi teases.
“Shut the fuck up, Mal.” Although maybe he’s doing this the right way by not taking it too seriously.
I open my mouth and slide my lips over the tip of his dick.
“Oh, my God, that is so hot,” Ophelia groans from her place on the blanket.
Encouraged by her words, and experimenting a little, I swirl my tongue around my best friend’s cockhead, taking the salty taste of him into my mouth.
He fills my mouth and throat more than I thought he would, and, despite myself, my cock jumps.
I wrap my fingers around myself again, moving my hand back and forth at the same rhythm that I move my head.
Malachi is wearing his mask, so this could be anyone, if it wasn’t for the fact I recognize all his tattoos.
“Okay, enough, enough,” Malachi groans. “I’m gonna come down your throat if you’re not careful.” He cocks his head. “Unless …. You’d be up for that?”
Fuck no.
I release him and turn my attention to our girl. “How was that?”
“Perfect.” Her voice is raw, as if she’s screamed the woods down while she comes, and soon she might. “But you haven’t done Roman.”
She’s right, I haven’t. I turn to him, and he pulls his mask up to look at me as he rolls his eyes, but his cock is massively hard. As he looks at me, considering, it twitches, and I know he might deny it, the same way I would, but we’re all turned on by this.
Roman walks a few steps so he’s in front of me, yanks his mask back in place and jerks his cock twice, three times, until a bead of moisture sits at the slit.
I lean in. I run my tongue around the head, that unfamiliar salty taste bursting forth once more.
Roman lets out the slightest moan under his mask, and my own dick pulses.
This is so fucking wrong, but in some ways so very hot.
I lave his cock, and he pulses out more pre-cum for me, which I swallow, and then, once more feeling brave, I take him in a little deeper.
Sucking on the end of Roman’s cock, I touch my own and run my fingers over the wet, desperate head. I need to be in our girl so bad right now.
She lets out a breathy sigh and falls onto her back. “I’m going to replay this whole scene in my head every time I touch myself.”
Knowing that alone is enough for me to make it all worth it.