Chapter 39
HADRIAN
This tub is too tight to fit all of us reasonably, but I wouldn’t dare disobey her now that I know what she’s capable of.
All of them can see the bruises, the evidence of what she was put through, but Soren and I are the only ones who know what she did to him.
There isn’t a chance in hell Carl Briarwick died without suffering.
The image of that shoe sticking out of his eye hasn’t left my head, and while it was all disgusting, I can’t help but suddenly revere her.
For a long time, I didn’t care about anything but my music.
That much was obvious, but I realize now I didn’t respect anything else either.
Music was god, and that’s all there was to it.
Respect and admiration for her fill me, and I can’t pretend I don’t share some of those feelings for Lex as well.
Sitting next to him naked like this would have been a lot more uncomfortable before the hotel and the understanding we reached.
Always considering him weird and morbid, his skills and interests suddenly make a lot more sense.
He’s usually the most together of this group, and it strikes me that I was the one who was able to find her.
Was I able to think more clearly because I was never as invested as the rest of them?
I’ve liked Sable from the beginning, cared for her for a while, but is loving her something else entirely?
Is what they went through in her absence proof that I didn’t feel the same?
I didn’t have the full picture of her for one thing.
The Sable who fought a grown man to the death looks a lot different from the girl I met a few months ago.
She left her father at the bottom of a river, though, so perhaps it was my fault for underestimating her all along.
Sable is so beautiful when cloaked in steam.
The low light covers the bruises enough that I can almost forget what happened to her.
Her lips curl, and it’s such a stark difference from how we found her yesterday that my eyes burn.
It’s too wet in here to tell if a tear forms, but the sensation passes as she looks at me.
I’ve never cared about anything in my life other than myself or my music, not really, but she’s the one who changed everything.
“I think we should have a contest,” she says. The words come out lazy, like a cat playing with its meal. I think she knows that’s what we all are, offerings for her instead this time, her playthings.
“A contest?” Lex asks, but he’s excited. “What kind?”
“Who can hold their breath the longest.” It sounds innocent enough at first pass, but the wicked smile curling her lips tells me otherwise.
“While doing what exactly?” Parker asks as he licks his lips.
“Trying to make me come,” she answers with her brows pushed together like it was an entirely stupid question. My cock hardens at the idea. I have excellent breath control as a musician. I don’t just play the piano.
“Are we being timed? I don’t see a stopwatch,” I tease, but I wouldn’t dare disobey her.
“I’ll keep track of the winner,” she answers.
“I can get one if we really want to be official,” Parker says.
“What about making you come? Do we get something for that?” Orion interrupts.
“The joy of making me cum, obviously,” she tells him. He’s so whipped he nearly whimpers for her. “Parker, sit down.”
Much to my surprise, he obeys her immediately.
“Who wants to go first?” she asks.
They all clamor to be the one, but I stare at her and wait.
None of the guys really understands patience.
All of them have gotten what they want out of life too easily.
I’m the only one who’s had to fight against every single expectation of me to do what I want, only to fail and wind up here anyway.
Self-control and the ability to play the long game always prove out.
I may have been disconnected before Sable plugged me back in, but the rest of them are weak.
Sable looks at each of us before offering me a wide smile. “You look particularly well-behaved, Hadrian. Would you like to go first?”
“Yes, Miss Briarwick,” I answer as I move toward her.
“Oh come on, he’s already had a turn with you! I need you,” Orion complains.
“You’ll have me when you learn to behave,” she chastises him.
The tub is large, but tight with all of us inside.
I dip below the water, resting my knees on the bottom.
The guys are close at my back, and I ignore the spots where our legs and arms touch.
Gripping her thighs, I spread them open to make room for myself.
I realize quickly this is going to be harder than I expected as I drop beneath the water’s surface.
My hands spread her open, and a second later, my tongue touches her cunt.
The sweetness isn’t as strong, washed away by the water, but she’s so slick and delicious that the experience is otherworldly.
The noises above me are muffled, but between the warble of male voices are her soft moans.
My tongue laps hungrily at her, and my lungs start to complain, but there isn’t a chance in hell I’m going to give up on her cunt in my mouth that easily.
Fingers tangle in my hair, and her enthusiasm gives me a fresh burst of oxygen, or maybe it’s just a complete willingness to disregard my own needs if it means she feels good.
My cock hardens with the lack of oxygen.
My fingertips tingle, and the slick wetness of her pussy all over me is everything.
It doesn’t really matter how long we can hold our breaths.
The winner of this contest will be whoever makes her come first. I slide my fingers inside her, and her pussy tightens around them, immediately gripping and begging for more.
Applying pressure to her G-spot, I suck her clit like it’s the oxygen my lungs are screaming for.
Her pussy gushes around my fingers, and the water immediately washes it away.
Her body writhes, and the sounds of female pleasure above me grow so intense I know I’m going to win.
My vision goes blurry around the edges. Her body is pitched and ready for release.
She screams, fingers tangling in my hair, and everything goes sort of dark.
I might try to push my way up now that I’m losing consciousness, but she’s holding me down, and she seems to like riding my face.
Everything goes completely black, but I hear one last scream of pleasure before nothing at all.
My head suddenly breaks the surface of the water.
The hands that held me against her pussy a moment ago harshly grip my hair as she holds me above the water.
I cough, and water splutters everywhere. My lungs burn as I finally get air.
“Are you actually going to drown for my pussy?” she demands as she shakes me. The roots sting, and I almost laugh, but I don’t have the space in my lungs. Rather than letting her hold me up by my own hair, I manage to put my hands down and support my own tired weight.
“Well, yeah,” I answer between gasps.
“Shit, did you come?” Orion asks with a hint of disgust.
“Of course,” Sable says, her cheeks pinkening and her hand moving to her chest in sudden shyness.
“Not you, baby.” He points at me. “When you passed out, did you come?”
The idea sounds so ridiculous that I’m insulted at the very thought. I’m not some pubescent kid coming in my pants.
“Oh my God, I think you did,” Lex says with a kind of shock and disappointment I feel in my bones. I look down to see what they mean, finding myself soft and even now still leaking a light stream of cum.
“Fuck,” I say, finally accepting reality.
“I’m getting out,” Parker says.
“You’re going to stay right there,” Sable says with a wicked glimmer in her eyes. “All of you are. Now, who’s next?”
“Please, dear God, let it be me, or I’m going to come in the water like Hadrian.”
“You are next,” I tell Orion with a smile.
A few hours later, we’ve fucked about every way a person can, and I’m so spent I feel like I’ll never move again.
Parker leads us back to the recovery rooms. I giggle as they move a king bed from one room to the other and push the two together so we can cuddle but not feel crowded.
I’m happy and satisfied to a level I never thought I would be again, but a part of me wonders about Soren and wishes he were here with us tonight.
Hadrian lays me in the bed, Orion climbs in next, then Lex, Hadrian, and finally Parker, who takes a minute to make sure the pillows are properly spread out and comfortable.
I haven’t been this warm since before I left, but I can’t shake the feeling that we’re not complete without Soren.
I don’t know exactly what happened, but spending time with him has only confirmed what I first suspected.
There’s something much worse there than it originally seemed.
Multiple sets of hands stroke me, rub me, and play with my hair.
Parker grabs one foot to give me a massage, and Lex lays a trail of kisses across my shoulder.
There’s a wall of men around me, men who actually obeyed me and put my pleasure first, who made me feel powerful.
Today was far more than I expected, and I know Arabella will have to be dealt with, but right now, I feel safe. I’m happy, mostly.