Chapter 41
Cain
Watching Roman slide his cock into Ophelia’s mouth is so erotic, but also, it’s more than that. This is us claiming her, with all the bullshit finally behind us.
It’s kind of obscene the way the three of us have our cocks out, but are fully dressed, and we’re not letting Ophelia get any relief.
The power dynamic of it all is heady as fuck and, as Roman increases his thrusts, until he’s pushing his dick almost all the way in, Ophelia’s eyes flutter closed.
She’s finding her voice and her power, but in moments like this, she loves the surrender, and there’s nothing wrong with that at all. I’m honored that she feels safe enough with us to explore this side of herself.
It doesn’t take long before Roman pulls out and grips his dick hard. “Shit, I nearly came.”
“Yeah, got too greedy.” Mal sniggers at Roman as he moves to Ophelia and rubs his cock over her tongue, which she sticks out for him like a goddamn porn star.
We carry on like this, stretching it out, all of us seemingly enjoying the increasing desperation throbbing inside of us.
Roman takes over again, pushing his cock deep into her throat for what must be the fifth time.
He goes hard and fast, fucking her mouth until she’s drooling and tears gather in the corners of her eyes.
Roman curses, gripping her pale hair in his fist, and his legs tremble as he moans and comes down her throat with a couple of jerks of his hips.
Ophelia swallows him down. He pulls out, and she licks her lips and gives him the most seductive under-the-lashes glance I’ve ever seen, and says, “Thank you, sir.”
Holy shit, she’s been reading some dirty books, or watching some hot movies, because where the hell did she learn stuff like this?
“My turn,” Mal says as he puts his cock where only moments before his best friend’s had been. He thrusts into her a few times, her long strands of hair wrapped around his fist, but then he pulls out and takes the hair around his fist and wraps it around his cock.
He uses her hair to masturbate himself, rubbing it over his length, and I bet it feels like silk.
“Fuck, I love your hair,” he says. He thrusts through his fist and her silky strands a few times before grunting and spilling all over his hand and making a total mess of her hair.
“I think I’ll need a shower after that.” Ophelia giggles. Then she sobers as she looks at me. “Cain?”
It feels so right to claim her last. I walk up to her and tip her chin up, making her look at me, and my chest fills with emotion. We’ve come full circle, and now she’s my everything.
She pokes her perfect pink tongue out and licks the end of me, making me hiss at the contact. She moans when she does it again, and I produce a bead of pre-cum for her.
“Do you need to come, Angel?” I ask.
“God, yes.” Her big, dual-colored eyes stare up at me.
I smile, slow and depraved. “Hump my leg, then.”
“What?” She blinks as if she’s misheard me.
“While you’re sucking my cock, hump my leg.”
As if to show her what I mean, I push my lower leg between her thighs, so she’s basically straddling my ankle and shin.
I hold my breath, wondering if she’ll do it or tell me to go screw myself.
To my shock and delight, she does it. She sucks my cock, and at the same time, she writhes against my leg, angling her hips so her pussy makes direct contact with my shin.
Helpless whimpers and moans escape her, and her eyes drift shut.
She hollows her cheeks around my cock, losing herself in the sensations and putting everything she has into it.
Her movements on my shin grow more frantic until she’s fucking my leg, her cheeks flushed, chasing her release.
She comes hard, her cries vibrating through my erection. It pushes me over the edge, too, and pleasure powers through me, racing up my spine and out through my cock. I flood her throat, jerking streams of cum over and over.
Ophelia collapses on the floor, catching her breath. She looks up at me from beneath her lashes, and there’s a brief moment where I wonder if I went too far, but she laughs and shakes her head, so I know she’s not pissed at me.
“Sometimes, Cain, I think there’s depths to you that I’ve not met yet.”
Her words make my dick pulse again, even though I’ve just come because, yes there is, and I’d very much like her to meet them.
For now, though, I want to take her, clean her up, and then do this all over again. Well, not this, but more fucking around.
Scooping her up, I carry her upstairs.
“What are you doing?” she demands, her arms loosely around my neck.
“Taking you for a bath, before we all take you to bed and do this again, except this time we’ll make love you to in a bed and everything,” I joke.
“Like a proper lady.” She laughs with a wink.
My heart stutters, because every facet of Ophelia kills me, but playful Ophelia really does a number on me.
“Christ, I love you,” I tell her.
I bend down to kiss her softly. She returns the kiss and when I break it off, to place her on the side of the bath, while I start running it, she looks up at me.
“I love you too, Cain.”
Her gaze flits beyond me, and she smiles. “You too, Roman. And you too, Mal.”
I know the guys are behind me, and as I adjust the water temperature, they come into the room and begin to get undressed.
Our night is only just beginning.