Chapter 35
The Fortifications
Harper
Mom surprisingly has little to say about the guys when I come back into the house, but it’s late and she’s worked a long day. After a few minutes of catching up and discussing getting me a new tire this weekend, we say good night. I gather up my homework and move upstairs.
Even knowing they aren’t home yet, I turn on my webcam and decide to text Kenz.
Me:
Horsemen are back on
Kenz:
*sad face emoji* What happened?
Me:
Had a flat. Guys saw me and made sure I got home okay
Mom invited them to my B-day dinner tomorrow
Kenz:
*surprise face emoji* What?
Me:
I know. You’re still coming, right?
Kenz:
Yup. Pizza and cake for lunch, right?
Me:
I’ll check with the guys
Kenz:
Boo
Me:
New punishment
Kenz:
No more spankings? *winky face emoji*
Me:
Probably but they can also punish me by taking a first
Kenz:
*shock face emoji*
What does that mean?
Me:
*shrugging emoji* They get to decide what to take, but touching me or kissing me somewhere they haven’t yet
Kenz:
*fire emoji*
Me:
I don’t know what to do. Maybe I can’t get out of this, so I should enjoy the ride?
Kenz:
What a ride it will be *grinning face emoji*
Me:
At least I’ll be eighteen tomorrow
Kenz:
I wonder if they’ll give you a present
I stare at the screen with no windows of empty bedrooms on it. They shut them down last night and left me alone. I still don’t know how I feel about what they did, but they wanted me to feel what I made them feel, I guess.
Confused, angry, hurt, a little relieved, but not as relieved as I thought I would feel.
I tie my hair into a messy bun to keep it out of my face and pull out my English homework to get started. I still need to graduate so I can leave all this behind me for college.
That gives me a moment of pause. What will the guys be doing for college? I never really imagined the horsemen outside of high school. I picture Ivy League schools and top ranked fraternities in their future.
A stream pops up on my screen, and Jack appears, sitting at his desk.
“Oh, I have you all alone. Lucky me.” Jack leans back in his chair. “You should let down your hair, sweetheart.”
I shrug. “It keeps it out of my face while I work.”
He nods thoughtfully and leans in while looking over his shoulders suspiciously. He raises an eyebrow. “So how do I get you naked?”
I laugh and shake my head. “I’m sure if you wait long enough, someone will demand it. Or you could.”
“Would you do it if I asked?” Jack gives me a smile and a wink.
This is a different tactic than the others use. They demand I take things off or change. Jack simply asks if I would if he asked. It’s bound to happen tonight. It’s rare they let an opportunity to strip me pass them by. I shrug.
“Probably. You’ve already seen everything anyway.” My cheeks burn as I remember the shower and how they saw ever-y-thing.
“Lock your door.” He gestures with his head.
“Already done.” I raise an eyebrow at him, wondering what he wants to do.
“Take off your shirt.” He leans back in his chair. “Please.”
I grab the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head. I put on a black lace bra this morning. Jack whistles low.
“Fuck, sweetheart. I like you in lace.” He licks his lips and a wave of heat flows through my system. He strips off his shirt. “Pants next.”
I lift my eyebrow at him.
“Please.” He smirks. Of all of them, Jack has always been an equal opportunity type guy. The first one to strip naked to help put me at ease.
I stand and push my jeans over my hips and down to the floor to step out of. Now he can see my matching panties. I don’t turn around, because it’s a thong, but I’m sure he can tell from the string-thin sides.
He stands and takes off his pants. No one else has logged in yet.
When he sits at his desk, he gives me a look that scorches through me. “Wanna get naked together, sweetheart?”
“Are you going to touch yourself, Jack?” I lean forward. Maybe I can get a little control of this entire situation. When they aren’t in the room with me physically, my brain doesn’t go on meltdown quite as quickly.
“You want me to?” He rubs his lower lip as he takes in my body.
I bite my lip and nod.
“Fuck, yeah.” He slips off his boxers while I undo my bra and take off my panties. “Headphones and sit on the edge of your bed.”
I put my AirPods in my ears and sit on the bed. Without the others around, maybe Jack will let me get off.
“Spread your legs and let me look at your pussy.” Jack’s words make my heart speed up. The graphic reminder of the shower floods my mind. He wants me to voluntarily show him every inch of my pussy. Fuck it, he’s seen it already.
I do as he says and lean back on my hands, arching so my breasts thrust out. His hand strokes his cock as his eyes wander over my body from my tight nipples to my wet pussy. My core pulses and throbs with each of his strokes.
“Fuck, Harper. You don’t know what I want to do to you.” His voice is strained.
“Then tell me.” I don’t know where those words come from but I want him to. I want to know all the dirty things he wants to do to me.
“I want to taste every inch of you. Suck your nipples until they’re sore and sensitive. Then work my way down to your sweet pussy and suck on your clit until you explode with pleasure, but I wouldn’t stop there. Fuck, no. I’d keep pushing you over the edge until you couldn’t take it anymore.”
My breathing quickens, and I can almost feel his mouth on me. “Then what?”
His hand speeds up on his cock. What would it feel like to stroke him? To feel his hard cock in my hand?
“I’d lift over you and slam my cock into your pussy. Take you hard and fast until we can’t breathe. I’d wait until your pussy shatters around me before filling you with my cum.”
I bite my lip as he erupts all over his hand. Another feed logs in, and I watch Eli’s gaze roam over me.
“I only got her shirt off, Jack.” He raises his eyebrows. Jack stands to go to the bathroom.
“Not my fault I’m more charming than you. Be right back, sweetheart.” Jack disappears.
I almost close my legs, but Eli says, “I like you like this, kitten.”
I inhale and release a slow breath to cool myself down. Maybe letting them get a good look will stop any thoughts of punishment.
“Imagine all the fun we could have with you spread out before me.” Eli’s finger drags over his lower lip.
A wave of heat flows through me. I’m still turned on from Jack. The desire in Eli’s eyes only makes me hotter.
“Take your hair down, kitten.”
I sit up and bring my legs together.
“Stay spread open. I want to see your wet pussy.” Eli’s words in my ears make my insides molten.
I open my legs for him as I release my hair. Dropping my hair tie on the bedspread beside me, I work my fingers through my hair.
“Fuck,” Caden says as his feed comes in. “What the hell did I miss?”
Eli chuckles. “Jack’s been playing with the kitten on his own.”
Luke’s feed comes on, and I meet his gaze. He licks his lips, but otherwise doesn’t make a move.
Jack returns to his chair, boxers on and all smiles.
“I do have homework,” I mention as I lean back on my hands again. My hair falls between my arms.
“Definitely better with the hair down.” Eli unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. He strokes it slowly. “Don’t worry, we’ll let you get back to your homework, kitten.”
My heart races as his hand works his thick cock.
Luke runs a hand through his hair impatiently. “Touch your lips, princess.”
I raise an eyebrow, but lift my hand. My lips are soft against my fingertips. Now this is a test. They want to see if I’ll do what they say. As long as they’re on that side of the computer and I’m here, I feel comfortable with what they want.
No one else is touching me, even though my body is on display. Their undivided attention is on me. Not some random girl sitting with them at lunch. Just me, and they get off on it.
“Suck on your finger,” Luke says. I meet his eyes before sliding my index finger into my mouth and sucking on it.
I hear a rustle from someone else and turn to see Caden pulling his hard cock out of his pants. He smirks at me as my thighs twitch at the sight of his cock. Still big.
“Put another finger in your mouth and stroke them in and out while you suck them.” Luke’s voice is a little harsher. His hand moves on his lap, but he doesn’t pull his cock out like the others.
Doing as he asks, I slowly pump my fingers in and out of my lips. I flick my tongue against them and my pussy throbs. Eli strokes his cock, and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have his cock in my mouth instead of my fingers.
Would his skin be soft or rough?
I move in sync with his hand, speeding up and slowing down with him. Eli groans and comes all over his hand. My eyes meet his and he smirks.
He may be feeling cocky, but fuck if I’m not feeling powerful getting these guys off. It’s my body they’re watching, wanting, and my mouth they long to be in.
I switch my gaze to Caden.
He wraps his hand tight around his cock and fists it as he moves. His green eyes focus on mine before slipping down to my fingers in my mouth. I ache with a need I can’t quite understand.
“Add another finger, princess. Feel the stretch of your mouth around them,” Luke’s deep voice whispers in my ear, and I get even wetter. I’m wound tight and no one is even touching me.
Whimpering, I add the third finger and keep moving them in and out of my mouth while watching Caden’s fist move over his hard, thick cock. I want to close my thighs and press them together to ease the ache between them.
Caden’s words echo in my thoughts, how he’d fill my mouth while Jack took me from behind. I want to touch myself. I want to get off, but it’s not allowed.
Oh, I can, if I ask one of them to come do it for me. They would probably take turns doing it, and I’d want to return the favor.
I’d want to wrap my hand around their cocks and stroke until they spilled all over my hand.
Or feel them slide along my tongue between my lips as I sucked on them.
I don’t think they’ll give me a choice to stop, and I wouldn’t want them to.
I want them to come down my throat so I can swallow them. Take their pleasure and make it my own.
Caden’s face tightens as he groans. Cum covers his hand.
“Show’s over, princess.” Luke leans back in his chair.
I take my fingers out of my mouth, feeling empty. Picking up my panties, I grab a camisole and sleep shorts before going into the bathroom. My phone dings when I set it on the counter.
DEATH (Luke):
I can still taste you
A rush flows through me, making me want to slide my fingers into my pussy and ease this ache. Even though I’ve never touched myself like that before, I’m sure I could manage. His words weren’t on the group chat. Luke sent that to me where the others can’t see.
Shivers flow down my back, but I ignore it while I get dressed and return to my desk. I meet Luke’s eyes before focusing on my homework. I don’t know if he wants me to respond to that text or not.
I don’t know what to say. Is he talking about the kiss we shared earlier or when he tasted his fingers after smacking my pussy yesterday? I tuck my hair behind my ears.
When I slip into bed later, they’re all getting settled for the night. They’ve upped the stakes of punishment. They want to speed things up. Move things to that next level. I’m not sure I’m strong enough to hold them off. I’m not sure I want to hold them off.
Their lights turn off, and I meet Luke’s eyes in the dark. He watches me quietly, intensely. My eyes grow heavy as I try to keep this connection between the two of us.
I can still taste you. The words linger in my head. I’m sure I lose whatever battle we had going as I slip into sleep.