36. Lex
36
LEX
I ’m fucking preening that she chose me, but I’m careful not to show it too much. We never fight over girls, but something tells me Venom might be the first. She’s got something about her that makes me wild, and I can tell the same feeling infects Zane and Saint.
She leans back against Zane’s chest, and I part her legs and slide between them. Fuck, my cock is so hard, I’m worried I might come too soon. I cup her cheek and kiss her, our tongues dancing, as I reach between her thighs and play with her clit. It’s still all swollen from before, and I rub it in circles, kissing her even harder. Soon, she’s whimpering as if she’s desperate for more.
I know I am, so I don’t keep up the foreplay. We’ve all been building to this moment, and I can’t wait any longer. Pushing two fingers inside her, I find her wet and hot.
“How does that feel?” I ask.
“Good,” she gasps, clamping around me. “So good.”
Kissing her soft, pouty mouth again, I pump in and out, loosening her up. If she feels this tight around my fingers, I can’t wait to see how good she feels choking my cock.
I pepper her throat with small kisses, murmuring praise and nonsense as I work my way down to her full tits. I squeeze them and palm them, loving the soft, pillowy feel. I kiss the sides of them, and then lick around her nipples. She’s got such big nipples, and it makes my cock ache. I suck one into my mouth and gently nibble at it. She squirms and moans.
“Oh, fuck, Lex. I want you. Please.”
I love hearing her beg.
I get into position. I’m on my knees, while Zane is still behind her, so she’s half sitting. I grab her ankles, pulling her down the bed toward me, and hook them around my waist. Unable to wait any longer, I take hold of my cock and line my head up with her entrance. Merde , she’s so swollen and wet. We both stare down at where our bodies meet as I push in slowly at first, keeping in mind what she said about being gentle. She stretches around me and lets out a whimper, and I forge on, pressing deeper, watching myself vanish inside her, inch by inch.
Her mouth drops open, her expression almost comical.
Flushed cheeks. Wide eyes with dilated pupils. Parted lips and soft moans.
I push in farther and almost cry in pleasure at how tight she is. Her pussy is gripping me like a fucking clenched fist, and I lose it.
My promises float away on the afternoon breeze as my hips hitch and I start to fuck her fast, the way I need. The way she needs, if her moans and glassy eyes are anything to go by. My hips slam into her, and I’m sure I’ve never been this hard or big before.
I turn into an animal, frenzied, almost possessed. She’s making louder sounds now, but they don’t properly register through the rushing of the blood in my ears, or the sound of my own panting.
I’m a king on his throne, fucking his queen, and Saint and Zane are just the courtiers. For once, I get the starring role, not them. Who said nice guys finish last?
Then something harsh grabs me by the throat. I stare up in shock at Zane, who has me in a chokehold. My hips slow, the adrenaline recedes, and I follow his angrily jabbing finger at Venom who is crying. Not with pleasure. Actually crying.
What the fuck?
She pushes at my chest, and I roll off her, confusion, shame, and anger waging a battle inside me.
“You said you’d be gentle,” she accuses.
I frown at her. “I’m sorry, I got carried away. You were into it, and it’s not as if you’re a virgin. Jesus, Venom. Get a fucking grip.”
Her cheeks color a deep, splotchy red. What the hell?
Nothing makes sense. I glance down at my wet cock. she was turned on enough to soak me. I wipe my fingers in it, and my anger turns to confusion. Red?
Blood.
Her tears. Her flaming cheeks when I said she wasn’t a virgin. The blood.
“You little liar,” I hiss. “She lied to us all.”
I wipe the blood from my fingers all over her cheeks.
She flinches and twists to Zane as if he’ll help her, but Zane fucking hates liars. She tricked us. She’d told us she’d been with guys. Made us think she was different than the other prudes here, but she’s another overprotected princess who wears her curves and ink like a disguise.
“You stupid fucking bitch,” Saint sneers. He’s joined us now, and he’s standing over her. “Did you think you could get us to deflower you, and then what? Tell Daddy? Get us killed?”
She shakes her head, and her lower lip wobbles as more tears run down her cheeks. Zane leans down and traces a finger through them then sucks it into his mouth.
“You won’t be getting fucked by us again,” Saint says.
Really? I would like a say in that .
“You’ll make us all come now, though.”
Her expression tightens. “Screw you all. He said he’d be gentle, and he wasn’t.”
Zane laughs his silent, nothing-but-a-whisper-of-air chuckle and shakes his head then signs at us. Lying bitch. She’s lying about why she’s here, too.
I know what he’s talking about—Reagan’s file. This could all go a lot deeper than us just wanting to fuck with her.
Venom tries to get off the bed, but Zane grabs her hands and holds them above her head. She kicks and screams, and I slam a hand over her mouth.
“Do you want to get caught like this?” Saint says. “Naked with the three of us around you? What would Daddy say about his precious little girl then?”
I still have my hand over her mouth, and she shakes her head beneath my palm, her eyes wide.
My anger at her is already receding, and my desire to hold her, soothe her tears, and murmur praise to her is riding me hard, but I remind myself, she did this. She lied, and now she’s trapped me as the one who took her virginity, and, in our world, that is a big deal.
She struggles beneath me again, and my cock gets even harder.
This girl, she’s well named, because Venom is a snake in the grass. I think she means us harm. It’s not a coincidence that she’s lied about being a virgin and been sneaking around in the dean’s office. She has a file on Reagan. What the actual fuck? What’s her story?
I’m also still achingly hard and need to come.
Saint stares down at her. “You look like a Pre-Raphaelite painting,” he says, a touch of awe in his voice.
That won’t do. He needs to get with the program and not start going soft on her. Saint’s role is to be the hard one.
“No screaming,” I tell her, “and I’ll take my hand off your mouth.”
She hesitates, staring up at me with her tear-streaked face, but then she nods.
“Good girl,” I say.
I remove my hand, and she attempts to get off the bed again, but Zane flips their positions, so he’s now looming over her. He’s agile for his size, and she stills, her breath coming in short puffs.
“You bastards,” she says.
He trails his finger down her cheek then leans in and kisses her jaw, her nose, her forehead. Pretty, he signs.
“He says you’re pretty,” I translate.
Another word. I frown, not sure what he means. He repeats the sign, and Saint laughs. “Yes, she is that. He says you’re brave, stupidly so.”
She shoves at his massive chest, but he starts to kiss her breasts, gently at first but then harder, until he’s sucking her nipples until they’re long and red. Her struggles have turned to moans, and when her fingers wind in his hair, I know she’s going to give in to us.
I get a jab of envy because she has a connection with Zane. I shouldn’t begrudge him it; he’s so isolated in many ways. But I do because I want her to belong to us all, not to him the most.
He rubs the pads of his thumbs over her nipples, and she gasps.
“Can we try this again?” I ask.
Zane glances over his shoulder at me, and then looks to Vani. She bites her lower lip and blinks back tears, but then nods.
I have to hold off from punching the fucking air to rejoice.
Maybe this is a bad idea, but it feels like we’re all in too deep now. We’re knotted together by the secrets that bind us, and with every second that passes, I wonder if any of us will break free without someone getting hurt.
Zane slips back behind her again, so we’re in the same position we were to start with, and I push my way between her legs, parting her thighs again. I spy a tiny spot of blood on the inside of her thigh, and a vicious possessiveness roars through me. I did that. Whatever she and Zane have, I’ll always be her first now.
I realize I want to finish the job, so I bend down and lick her clit. Her legs flail, and she cries out.
“God, I love the noises you make,” Saint says, his voice gruff.
I half expect her to tell him to turn around again, but she doesn’t.
“If I take it real slow this time, now that I know the truth, can I finish fucking you, Venom? I’ll make it good.” I suck on her clit after I finish asking her, laving my tongue over the swollen, hard nub.
She moans something incoherent, and I take it as a yes. I line myself up again, and this time when I sink into her, I do so with incredible care.
I treat her like she’s my porcelain doll, beautiful but oh-so-breakable.
As I sink in, I make sure to pet her clit, so she gets off on it, too. It should help ease the pain. “You’re so fucking perfect, Venom,” I praise her. “You’re taking me so well.”
When I’m balls deep, I start to pull out and push back in with slow, soft movements.
“Play harder with those gorgeous nipples,” I order Zane. “She loves having them tugged.”
It works because her pussy spasms around me.
“Do that again,” I grunt.
He keeps doing whatever magic it is, and her pussy flutters around me over and over. “What a good girl you’re being,” I growl in her ear. “Your pussy is so wet for me.”
She lets out a whimper in response.
I do my best to hold myself back, gritting my teeth, but fuck, she feels incredible. Even more incredible is knowing I’m the only man who’s ever been inside her. I’m the only man who’s ever made her feel like this.
“Oh, God, shit, please, no, yes, fuck,” she wails, literally wails.
Her body bucks and shudders beneath me, and she squeezes her eyes tightly shut. She clings to me as our bodies move together.
The moment her pussy contracts around my cock, I explode. I come, filling her with my seed, and bathing her in my DNA. For a fucked-up moment, I find myself wishing I could get her pregnant. She’d be even more luscious all swollen with a baby.
When I pull out of her, I see the tiny spots of more fresh blood.
“I want to come on you,” Saint says. “Can I?”
I’m surprised he’s asking, but maybe he realizes things have taken a dark turn here in this cabin.
There’s a new energy between the four of us. It’s possessive and a little bit violent.
She makes a soft noise in her throat.
“Is that a yes?” Saint demands.
“Yes,” she slurs.
Zane has really worked her nipples because they’re so red they look like they have lipstick on them. He edges himself slightly to one side and reaches into his shorts to free himself. How he hasn’t already come after being pressed up to Vani for so long, while playing with her tits, I’ll never know.
Saint walks up to her right-hand side and takes himself out of his pants. He’s so hard the end is dark. It should be weird seeing my twin this way, but it’s how we conducted our earliest sexual encounters, thanks to our sick nanny. Still, I don’t really want to watch him working himself.
Zane, though, that’s a different matter. I’m not into dudes, but if I was, Zane would be hot as fuck, and there’s no denying I have a morbid fascination with his monster cock. It’s just so fucking big. He runs his hand up and down the length and flicks the piercing at the head. He maneuvers himself to kneel next to Venom.
He’s tall, so his cock is nowhere near her face but as he works himself, he stares intently at her. She blinks up at him, and once again, I get the feeling they are creating their own little bubble.
It won’t do, and I might have to do something to burst it. For now, though, I lean against the wall and enjoy the show.