30. Cain
CAIN
Watching Roman fucking Ophelia in the ass, knowing it’s both of their first times to experience such a thing, is hot as hell. If I don’t get involved, I’m going to end up blowing my load in my pants like a fucking teenager.
I move positions, first stripping off my pants, then straddling Roman’s legs so I’m facing Ophelia.
If I want to fuck her pussy, I’m going to have to sit on Roman’s legs so that I’m low enough to impale her on my cock.
I’m not sure it’s going to work, though.
I glance at Ophelia, checking in on her.
She looks like she’s high on lust hormones—her lips parted, her eyes squeezed shut, and her head tossed back—and, for a second, I’m not sure she even notices I’m there.
Her eyelids flutter open, and I take her chin in my hand, focusing her gaze on mine. “Hold still, Angel. Just while I push inside you.”
Her pretty dual-colored eyes widen a fraction. “Can you? Is there enough room?”
I kiss her mouth and say, “There’s room. Just breathe.” I look over her shoulder at Roman. “Do you mind me joining this party?”
He shakes his head, almost as out of it as she is.
Gripping my rock-hard erection at the base, I position myself at her entrance and nudge my hips forward. The hot wetness of her pussy envelops the tip of my cock. I slowly push inside her, and she inhales sharply and whimpers.
“Oh, God, it’s too much.”
“Shh, Angel.”
I drag my thumb down her lower lip, catching it slightly, and press my forehead to hers. Her body relaxes, allowing me deeper. She trusts us so implicitly, and a dark part of me wonders how far we can push things.
Even though Mal stretched her with the cucumber, having Roman inside her as well makes her feel incredibly tight.
The position we’re all holding is really awkward, but I’m determined to make it work, so I think for a moment then say, “Angel, lie back on Roman,” I instruct. “Roman, you’re going to have to move for her now, slowly. Don’t hurt her. And spread your legs more so I can get between them.”
They both do as I say, too high on endorphins to argue, and seemingly for Roman to feel pain in his whipped back.
Roman spreads his legs so I can get between them.
Ophelia repositions herself. She widens the placement of her knees and reclines, so her back is to Roman’s chest, meaning I can kneel forward and push into her pussy.
I take a moment though to admire the sight of Roman’s cock, bent up slightly, and pushing into her ass.
“I thought you were both going to take my pussy,” she gasps. “Not my pussy and ass.”
I push slowly inside her, groaning now she’s within reach of me. The moment my dick finally enters her, I have to exert immense control not to blow my load immediately. Fuck me, I can feel Roman.
“Jesus,” he breathes.
I know he’s feeling it, too. Our cocks are separated by nothing more than the thin barrier of Ophelia’s skin. Every time he moves, he brushes over me, through that flimsy barrier, and it’s so fucking filthy it makes my head spin.
Malachi shakes his head. “No double dicking your pussy yet. You need stretching some more. We need to build up to it.” Mal brushes a finger down her cheek. “I need to find some more things to help with that.”
My cock jumps inside her at the thought.
She seems to accept what Mal says without any protest. I suppose she’s got plenty going on to distract her.
I hold myself inside her, just letting her set the pace as she finds her rhythm and slowly moves on our dicks.
Her cheeks are flushed, her pussy all swollen, and her small tits bounce.
It’s as though she’s been reduced to her basest self, that all she’s focused on is the sensations of two men’s cocks inside her.
Standing beside us, Malachi frees himself and masturbates while he watches us. With his other hand, he runs his fingers through her hair, playing with it, twisting it around his palm in a ponytail and pulling.
“Oh, God, I’m close,” she gasps. “I’m so…” She loses her words.
Roman’s grip on her tightens and his hips buck. “Fuck, I’m going to come. I’m going to fill your ass, Ophelia.”
“Yes, yes, do it.”
He rams himself deep, and his head tilts back, his lips parting as a silent cry of overwhelming pleasure spills out of him. My cock is still inside her, and I swear I feel the extra heat filling her ass as he climaxes.
“Oh, fuck. That was…something.” His head falls forward, his forehead pressing to Ophelia’s bare shoulder as he turns his face and kisses her neck.
My turn, I think.
Even with Roman softening inside her, I fuck her harder. I can move easier now, and I really give it to her. She starts to go back into her ‘out of it’ headspace, but I bring her back around.
“Look at me.”
Her eyelids flutter, and she focuses on me as I ram my dick inside her.
“Who does this body belong to, Ophelia?
“You,” she moans, “and Roman, and Mal.”
“No, Angel. This is your body. Us fucking you like this isn’t something that’s done to you, do you understand that?
It’s something we all take part in equally, even when we’re using all your holes.
Like when we put our masks on and chase you, no matter how much we might make you fear us, deep down you’re the one in control. ”
“I’m in control,” she gasps, though it must feel like right now she’s anything but.
“You understand that the same applies for anyone else in this world?”
“That I’m the one in control?” She’s struggling to speak, but she manages it.
“Yes. With us, and with the Prophet. He’ll only be in your head if you let him in. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes, I understand.”
“Good girl. You can come now.”
I reach between us and rub her clit, and it’s what she needs to break apart.
Crazed noises spill from her lips and her pussy clamps hard around my dick.
I feel like I have to hold her against me to prevent her from spinning off into space.
It means I’m almost right on top of her and Roman, and it should feel so wrong, being so close to him this way, but it doesn’t. It feels so very right.
Beside me, Malachi lets out a groan of pleasure, and hot semen rains down on both Ophelia and me.
It splatters all over my back, and I find that I don’t even care that another man’s cum coats my skin. I’ve had my cock inside Ophelia’s pussy when my fellow Preachers’ cum has been spilled inside her, so what does it matter?
I manage to hold off until her orgasm starts to fade, and then I let my own go.
The roar of pleasure surges up from my balls and explodes through me and into Ophelia.
I kiss her hard, tasting her moans. I can’t possibly get any closer to her than this, but I want to.
I want to climb into her skin and stay there forever.
Finally, we all slump together. I pull out of her gently, and Roman has already slipped from her.
We move, so she’s between us, and Roman pulls Ophelia into his arms, lying on his side, so as to not put more weight on his back, and kissing the top of her head.
She snuggles into him, and it warms my heart.
The walls Roman has built up, she’s breaking them down, brick by brick.
He’s finally allowing himself to be vulnerable with another person.
I’m not sure he’s ever had that, even with us, his best friends.
He still always held himself back, fearful of what might happen to him if he really showed his heart to us.
We had no idea he was beating himself, but he showed that to her.
He might argue it was by accident, but I’d argue it was his subconscious that made him lie down on that mat with no shirt on, knowing she would come looking for him.
It feels as if this is finally all coming together between us, but the outside world is still there, waiting for us, and that’s what worries me.