Chapter Seventeen – Angel
I didn’t know how the heck we ended up here, with me, naked and leaning back against Priest’s chest, and Deacon between my legs, his mouth making me come undone. I couldn’t even remember what Priest had told me before he’d grabbed my hand and led me through the hall. When we’d passed his bedroom, I thought it was a little odd, but when he’d pushed inside Deacon’s room, bringing me with him, that’s when everything got a little hazy.
Deacon had been keeping to himself lately, after the whole Pope thing, and I’d let him be. I’d kept my promise. I hadn’t told the guys about how Pope had showed up, like he was stalking me. It’d been rough on me, too.
I didn’t want to lie to anybody, especially the guys.
Somehow, though, none of that mattered right now. I couldn’t even think about the reason behind Deacon’s absence in my life the past few days, nor could I think about the secret I was keeping from Bishop and Priest.
Right now, it was just the three of us, and things were getting heated.
Priest had a hold on me from behind, his strong, muscular arms wrapped around my body to help keep me upright. His hands had been toying with my chest, tweaking and rubbing my hardened nipples while Deacon went at me between my legs—sensation overload. It wasn’t a wonder why I couldn’t think straight.
Everything was hazy with lust, sex, and desire. I felt like a whole different person.
Priest’s chest rumbled as Deacon lifted his face away from my inner thighs. “Isn’t she spectacular?” I could practically hear his grin, and I saw, through half-lidded slits, Deacon grinning back.
Wasn’t that something? Deacon hardly ever smiled. Smiling wasn’t his thing, and I was struck then by how handsome he was. He kept himself locked in his room so often, sometimes I forgot.
“I think she’s ready for you,” Priest murmured, his words causing a shiver to course down my spine. “If I know Angel, she’s nice and wet, and that pussy’s begging to be full of cock.”
What happened next was hard for my mind to register, probably due to how light and fluttery I felt after two earth- shattering orgasms. Priest let go of me while Deacon worked on taking off his clothes. Shirt first, then socks, pants, and everything underneath.
The moment his black boxers came down, his cock sprang free, standing at attention, tall and long and veiny. I’d seen it before, when he’d walked out of his bathroom naked, but it wasn’t hard that day. This was the first time I was seeing it fully erect, and God, was I caught wondering one thing.
How in the hell was that going to fit?
It was huge. Capital-H huge. Thick and long, it was even bigger than it was when it wasn’t erect. My stomach twisted in anticipation, and I realized this might hurt.
I mean, it had to. How could something like that fit inside and not hurt?
As Deacon crawled onto the bed with us, Priest propped his head up on his hand, laying directly beside me. Though I wasn’t looking at him—I was too busy staring at Deacon’s impressive length—I knew he was watching me, because he mused, “I know what you’re thinking, love, and it’ll fit. It’ll fit just fine.”
Deacon’s long hair draped down, a wild mess, but the look suited him. He looked like a sexy Tarzan, ready to claim his Jane. He positioned himself over me, nodding along with Priest as he said, “He’s right. It’ll fit.”
I was barely able to mutter, “How do you know that’s what I was thinking?”
All Priest did was smirk and say, “Just remember to breathe, Angel. Breathing is very important, especially when you’re being stuck with such a monster.”
Deacon let out a sigh, although that sigh was more like an exasperated groan, and he glared at Priest, asking, “Can you not? Do you think you could just, like, shut up for five seconds?”
“Five seconds, eh? That’s how long you think you’ll last? Hey, I’m not judging, but—”
Deacon ground his teeth, like he wanted to punch him, but I lifted a hand, drawing my fingertips down the side of his face, thereby forcing him to look at me and not the third person on the bed. Technically, this was our first time. As hazy as my mind was, I knew that, and I didn’t want Priest to screw it up by being… you know, by being himself.
And just like that, Deacon forgot about Priest. His green eyes locked with mine, the roaring hunger in them plain as day. His thick monster of a dick needed no guidance whatsoever as he bore his hips down on mine, keeping eye contact with me as his bulbous tip prodded my entrance.
Priest must’ve been right, I must’ve been dripping wet, because that length of his pushed inside me without resistance. I moaned and writhed as he filled me up inch after inch, my core adjusting to take in his thickness.
But, again, Priest was right: it fit. Deacon’s cock fit inside me somehow—although it was the only thing I could focus on, the only thing I could feel. That mesmerizing pressure in my lower half .
And then Deacon started to move, pulling his hips back before gyrating them forward and pushing his thick cock in me again. My body rocked along with his, my eyelids fluttering shut as I surrendered myself to the feeling of being fucked.
My core wasn’t the only full thing. My heart was, too. I really did love these guys, flaws and all. None of us were perfect, and that made us perfect for each other.
Priest let out a growl as he said, “Look at you, Angel, taking his cock like a champ. I knew you could do it.” The approval in his voice made certain parts of me tense up, including my core, and Deacon must’ve felt it on his cock, because he let out a low moan after that. “Such a good girl you are, full of Deacon’s cock.”
I never knew I liked being talked to like that, but I couldn’t deny the way my body reacted. The praise made me lose my mind.
Deacon’s hand found my neck, and I gasped when his fingers curled around it. It was the same way he’d kissed me, hand-to-throat, but the mere fact that he was inside me made everything elevated.
In that moment, I was his. I was his, even though Priest was murmuring praise into my ear.
“Oh,” Priest’s tone changed as he watched Deacon fuck me a little harder. “Does our Angel like it rough? I wish you would’ve told me, love, because I can be rough, too.”
My mouth was open, and I panted for breath. I couldn’t seem to catch it, not with all that was going on. The hand around my throat constricted, not enough to choke me, but enough to be uncomfortable. It was, oddly enough, titillating in a way I’d never felt before.
Possessive. Dominating. The kind of sexual power that made me want to give in and give it all up.
Deacon fucked me so hard the entire bed began to sway, rocking on its hinges. Every so often he groaned out his pleasure, but his hand never left my throat. He had transformed into an animal on top of me, lost to his primal urges.
Beside us, Priest watched. His gray eyes raked along my body, and then they traveled along Deacon’s, taking in every aspect of our position. He wore his typical lopsided smile as he whispered, “You look so sexy taking Deacon’s cock. I can’t wait to fuck you after he’s done with you.”
I was so focused on the feeling of Deacon’s hand around my neck and his dick in my core that it didn’t register right away, what he’d said. And then it hit me: Priest was going to fuck me after Deacon.
Wasn’t that, like, sloppy seconds or something? Didn’t guys hate that?
Maybe they didn’t. Maybe Priest was into that.
Deacon’s body jerked harder, and his top half leaned down as a growl of a groan left his throat. The increased pace made me see stars, even with my eyes closed, and when I opened them I saw the intense look he wore, the way his stare narrowed in desire.
His hand tightened around my neck as his body lurched against mine. His features twisted as he moaned, a warmth flooding me as his cock emptied inside me, twitching all the while. His frame nearly collapsed on mine after he came, and it took him a few moments to regain himself and pull out of me, his thick member slick with our combined arousal and cum.
“My turn,” Priest quipped, practically leaping off the bed to tear off his clothes in a hurry. “Shit, I should’ve undressed while you two were going at it. Fuck.” As he yanked down his pants, he added, “Get her under the covers for me, will you?”
Deacon was still very out of breath, and the eye-rolling he did after that told me he wasn’t quite in the mood for Priest and his demands, but in the end, he did as Priest asked, helping me beneath his sheets. He stayed on my left, not moving even as Priest crawled under the sheets with us and got on top of me.
Priest spread my legs once again, a look of eagerness on his handsome face as he immediately pushed his cock inside me. Compared to Deacon’s, his fit inside like my core was the glove meant for his cock.
A cock glove? Whatever. I was clearly still out of it.
“Holy shit,” Priest murmured, his body shuddering above mine. “You’re so wet, Angel. It’s like you’re a fucking Hot Pocket.” He got looks from both me and Deacon after that, which caused him to quickly add, “A beautiful Hot Pocket, who I love.”
Hmm. Not sure that made it any better.
“So, Priest,” Deacon spoke as Priest thrust his hips in a fast rhythm, “how many times you fucked a Hot Pocket? Just for reference. I hope you never fucked any of the ones I ate.”
“I am so lost in Angel’s pussy right now that I’m not even going to address that,” Priest whispered, his smile deepening as he speared me over and over. His gray stare was on me when he added, “You really do feel fucking amazing after that. I slide in and out so easy, baby. This is how I should always fuck you: right after Deacon. Or Bishop. I’m not picky.”
Priest rocked his hips in a way that made me moan. I turned my head to find Deacon watching me closely, an expression of hunger on his face—like he wanted another round with me after Priest was done.
It was all so much. Too much. Knowing Deacon and Priest were so okay with sharing me—literally, at the same time—coupled with the feeling of Priest going at me like a rabid animal, made me lose it again. The pressure building in my lower half reached a fever pitch, exploding within me and making me tense up all over.
Pleasure swept through me, taking me in a chokehold, much like Deacon’s hand had done earlier. I let out a muffled cry, arching my back as the orgasm surged through me, and all the while Priest never stopped fucking me. He fucked me through the orgasm, and that prolonged it, made it last and last.
Priest thrust hard. “Isn’t she hot as hell when she comes, Deacon?”
Deacon smoothed down my hair, getting it out of my face so he could see me better from his side angle. “She is,” he agreed quietly, voice heavy. “So goddamned hot.”
“Hear that, Angel? You drive us crazy.” Priest leaned down, slowing his thrusting so he could whisper, “You’re going to be so full of cum by the time we’re done with you, love.” He ran his tongue over his lip before piercing me harder and drawing out another cry from my lips.
Priest didn’t last much longer after that. Watching Deacon have me and then having me directly after must’ve been too much for him, because he came with a roar of his tattooed chest and a few quick pumps of his cock. He filled my core with cum, making me even wetter.
He probably had something smart to say, if the mischievous expression he wore was any indication, but before he could say a word, the door to Deacon’s room opened, and Bishop stepped in, phone in his hand.
“I’m going to order pizza for dinner. What do you guys…” Bishop finally looked up from his phone, spotting us three on the bed, and he froze, half in the room, half out. His gaze landed on each of us, and we, in turn, stared at him—mostly in shock, I think, because we were all too wrapped up in our current situation.
Bishop let out an uncomfortable “Uh” before looking back down to his phone. “Just text me what you want when you’re… when you’re done, I guess.” In a flustered hurry, he ducked his head and left, closing the door behind him.
With his cock still inside me, I looked up at Priest, and then turned my head to glance at Deacon. We were all staring at each other, the heated moment momentarily broken by Bishop and his need for dinner. Honestly, I wasn’t even hungry.
And then, because it was so ridiculous, a bubble of a laugh worked its way out of my throat, and before I knew it, I was laughing. Laughing at Bishop’s response, laughing at the sudden awkwardness of it all. Just laughing.
The guys joined in my semi-awkward chuckles.
This was my life now. I never imagined this was where I’d be. Who knew my sister sending in that video to Ramona’s little competition would put me here, on a bed with both Priest and Deacon?
Well, Cleo knew. My eleven-year-old sister wanted me to date all three of them, and that’s precisely what I was doing. One day I’d have to bring them home to meet her, but not anytime soon.
No, right now, I wanted these guys all to myself, awkwardness and all.