25. Cain
CAIN
I don’t think I’ve ever seen Ophelia look more beautiful.
Her long hair splaying across the gray sheets, her pale skin flushed, her lips pink and pouty. I’ve played with her nipples so much that they’re elongated, hard as bullets, and an even darker pink than her lips.
Malachi presses a kiss to Ophelia’s lips and brushes a strand of hair out of her face. He moves to climb off her, but then she pulls him back and whispers something in his ear. It’s too soft for me to hear, but whatever she’s said makes him light up. He kisses her again, then gets off the bed.
“She’s all yours,” he tells me.
I can’t tear my eyes off her. “Fuck, yes.”
Her smile is all for me this time, and she puts her arms out to me. I climb onto the bed, my weight depressing the mattress.
“Who would have guessed we’d ever end up like this?” she says.
“Not me.”
She giggles, and I love the sound. “Not me either.”
I copy Mal’s position over her. “Spread your legs,” I instruct her.
Her pussy is full of Malachi’s cum, and I don’t know why that makes this even hotter. I’ve never had a gay thought in my life, but seeing her pussy all puffy, with cum dripping out of it, and knowing I can slide my cock right in there makes me want to come already.
She’s so innocent, yet insanely sexy at the same time. It’s an intoxicating combination.
I reach between her thighs and dip my finger into the heat of her pussy. She’s wet and slippery. I draw it back out and circle her clit with Malachi’s cum.
“How many times do you think we can make you climax?” I ask her.
She bites her lower lip and shakes her head. “I don’t know if I can again.”
I dip my finger inside her again, sliding knuckle deep this time. I watch her expression, the softening of her lips, the tiny lines appearing between her eyebrows as she clenches around me.
“Oh, you can.”
My cock jumps. I want to be inside her, but I also don’t want to rush this.
I’m just happy she seems to be on a more even keel.
Who knows what kind of effect being attacked like that might have had on her.
She’s been through so much. While I don’t want her to ever be in a facility like the one we rescued her from again, I want to make sure she’s dealing with her trauma properly.
Right now, I think we’re just trying to fuck it all away—which is fine, short term—but with everything that’s piling up on her, I worry that it might only take one more thing for her to snap.
Brushing those thoughts away, promising myself I’ll revisit it later, I lose myself in the here and now, and the rush of being with her.
I replace my finger with the head of my erection. “I want you to watch me, Angel,” I tell her. “Watch my cock breach your pussy.”
She pushes herself up onto her elbows so she’s doing a half-crunch and can see between her legs. I hold my dick, marveling in its hardness, and push the head inside her.
I grit my teeth as the insane pleasure of feeling her around me takes over. “Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re so tight, Angel. So wet.”
She bites her lower lip. “I love seeing you vanish inside me. You’re so big. I don’t know how you can fit.”
“Your body stretches for me perfectly.” I slide a couple of inches deeper, watching her pussy widen around me. Some of Malachi’s cum pushes out of her and seeps around my dick.
I glance over my shoulder at my friend. “Your cum is all over my cock. Look.”
He moves in closer, idly stroking his dick. He’s not at full mast, since he already came, but he’s clearly still getting pleasure from what we’re doing.
“You ever think you’ll be able to take two of us in there, baby?” he asks her. “Two cocks in your pussy at the same time? Think how you’ll stretch for us.”
Her eyes widen. “I-I don’t know.”
“We’d prepare you first,” Mal continues. “You know we wouldn’t hurt you like that.”
“You trust us, don’t you?” I ask. “After everything.” I’m aware I’m being a manipulative asshole right now, but now Mal has put that idea in my head, I have to make it happen.
She stares up at me. “I trust you. I trust you with my body and my heart. I trust you with everything.”
How could I possibly ask for more? She’ll trust two of us to both be in one hole at the same time, maybe me and Mal, or me and Roman, and we’ll make it so very good for her.
What else would she trust us with? My cock loves the idea of her letting us play with her however we want. Her body would be ours.
“Good girl.” I slide in another inch, and she whimpers.
Fuck. My arousal intensifies. I’m not sure how long I’m going to last, and I’ve barely penetrated her. I’m going to come like a teenager. I want her to fall over that edge first, though. I promised her another orgasm, and I intend to give her one.
I thumb her clit and slowly drive deeper until I’m fully inside her. “How does it feel when I’m so deep in your pussy?” I know I’m big.
“So good,” she gasps. “Full and stretched.”
Her pussy pulses around me, and I keep working her clit in slow circles. “Do you think you could come like this? With me holding still and playing with your clit?”
“Probably…yes.”
She tightens around me again, and though I hold my hips still, hers lift and fall. It’s instinct to want to move, for her to want to milk my cock.
I lean down and brush my lips over hers. “Be still, Angel.”
“I-I don’t think I can.”
“Yes, you can.” I keep working her clit, and her inner muscles pulse, tightening and releasing, tightening and releasing.
“Oh, God, please just fuck me.” Her breathing grows ragged, and she snatches little gasps of air.
Her stomach muscles are rigid, her thighs taut.
She’s so fucking beautiful, it makes my heart ache.
I’ve never felt this way about a girl before, not even close.
I’d literally give my life for hers, if it came to it.
“Soon,” I promise her.
The other two are watching intently. Roman is masturbating, his gaze locked on the spot where my cock vanishes inside her pussy.
His hand moves fast on his erection, fisting himself, up and down, to the point I’m sure he’ll come before Ophelia if he’s not careful.
His chest rises and falls with his breathing, and every muscle in his upper torso is tense, the bicep of the hand he’s using bulging.
It’s as though he’s caught up in himself and nothing will break through to him.
I increase my touch on Ophelia’s clit, working her faster. It’s so difficult to keep still when she’s bucking her hips and begging me to fuck her. I want to ram into her and take her hard, but I’m enjoying torturing her. I want to watch every moment of her build-up work its way across her face.
“I can’t, Cain. Please… Oh, God… Please…”
She’s about to lose it, right on the edge, her entire body poised and ready.
It’s just going to take the tiniest bit more buildup, and she’ll be there, I know it.
I increase my speed and pressure just a little more, all while letting her use my huge cock like a real-life dildo, and it does the trick.
Her pussy clamps tight around my dick, and my balls tighten, but I want this to be about her, and it takes every ounce of control I have not to empty my load inside her.
I need to imprint the sight of her climaxing around my cock onto my brain without being distracted by my own orgasm.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she cries, clutching at my forearm so tight, I’ll have her nail prints in my skin.
Her eyes roll and her toes curl as she shudders and shakes. Her inner muscles clench and relax, drawing her orgasm ever deeper.
“Fuck, I can’t hold on,” Roman groans. He climbs on the bed next to Ophelia, kneeling by her head. “You need to suck my cock. Now.” Roughly, he grabs her hair. She turns her face toward him, her mouth lined up with his erection, and he shoves his cock down her throat.
I can’t hold on either. Now that she has Roman fucking her mouth, and the final throes of her orgasm have drifted through her, I give in to my own need.
Where before our lovemaking was about control and stillness, now it’s just raw, primal fucking.
I slam into her pussy, hard and fast, while Rome does the same to her mouth.
We’re using her, filling her holes. She makes strangled choking sounds, but she still takes us both.
One day, will one of us be able to take her ass, too?
I picture the three of us fucking every orifice and it’s too much.
Hot cum surges up my cock, and pleasure races up my spine.
I let out a growl of pure bliss and squeeze my eyes shut.
I pump stream after stream of myself deep into her pussy, just as Roman lets out a yell of his own, and, with his fingers knotted in her hair, empties himself down her throat.
“Fuck,” Malachi says from the sideline. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Utterly spent, Ophelia falls back against the mattress. “Oh, my God. I think I died and saw heaven.”
“Are you okay?” Roman asks her. A frown marks his face and his lips are pinched.
She throws him a smile. “Better than okay.” But it doesn’t seem to ease his frown.
I wonder if he’s pissed that he shot his load down her throat because he couldn’t hold on until he fucked her, but I doubt it’s that. He looks perturbed rather than angry.
“I could sleep for a week,” she adds.
Malachi tosses himself onto the bed beside her. “Same.”
She curls up into his chest, and I drop into the spot beside her.
The past twenty-four hours have been a lot, and we could all do with some rest.