48. Daisy
Chapter 48
Daisy
I was surprised to find a limo waiting outside the restaurant.
“I thought we were getting an Uber again?” It was how we’d arrived at the restaurant.
“Not this time, sunshine,” Wolf said. “Now get your sweet ass in the back seat.”
I climbed in after Otis, just happy a car was ready and waiting. After weeks of putting Wolf and Otis off — and months of not being with all three of the Beasts at once — I was desperate to get back to the hotel. I didn’t care if we got there by limo or bicycle, I just wanted to be someplace where we could all be naked.
Otis got in next, making me the filling in a Wolf-and-Otis sandwich while Jace sat in the seat facing us. The limo was huge, with enough legroom that all the Beasts could stretch their legs without being cramped.
“Where to?” the limo driver asked.
“Just drive around the city,” Wolf said, hitting the button on the sunroof.
It opened with a hum and the cool night air blew into the limo as the driver pulled away from the curb. It cooled my heated skin, although it didn’t do much to dampen the fire in my body.
“We’re not going back to the hotel?” I hated the eagerness in my own voice but honestly I couldn’t help it. I was hornier than I’d ever been, and that was saying something given the fact that I’d been a virgin when I’d moved in with the Beasts.
“Is that disappointment I hear?” Otis grinned. “It’s an honest question.”
I liked that Otis had gotten comfortable enough with me to admit when he didn’t know something, especially since the things he didn’t know were usually related to emotions and facial expressions and societal expectations.
“No.” I felt bad denying it because I didn’t want to mindfuck Otis, but Wolf wasn’t going to let me get away with it anyway.
He laughed. “Too proud to beg, sunshine?”
“I’m not too proud to beg,” Otis said. “It’s been a fucking long time since we’ve fucked.”
“You deserved it,” I grumbled.
“We said we were sorry,” Otis said.
I turned to look at him. “Do you think ‘sorry' is enough to make up for what you did to me? For making me think Jace was dead ?”
The limo driver must have been used to hearing all kinds of weird stuff because the partition was still down between us and he didn’t so much as glance in the rearview mirror.
“It’s not?” Otis asked.
“What he means is, of course it’s not,” Wolf said, shooting Otis a frown that said, Let me handle this . “And we’ll wait as long as you want. But I think I speak for us all when I say I hope it’s not a long time, because we’re all dying to fuck you again.”
I stared hard at him, then glanced at the driver before looking back at Wolf.
“He’s heard it all before, princess,” Jace said.
“And let’s be honest,” Otis said, stretching out his long legs, “we’re not the only ones who are horny as fuck, and I have your sweet smell on my fingers to prove it.”
My face burned.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about, sunshine.” Wolf edged closer and slipped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me against him. His fingers inched over my exposed shoulder and under the neckline of my dress.
“I’m not,” I said, trying to hide the hitch in my voice as his hand covered my tit.
He rolled my nipple between his fingers and turned his head to murmur in my ear. “Good, because like Otis said, we’re not too proud to beg.”
The whisper of his breath against my neck together with the heat of his fingers on my nipple made me wet all over again.
Otis slipped his hand between my thighs. “I’m thinking we’re not going to have to beg.”
“Open your legs, princess.” Jace’s voice was a command, his gaze hard and fierce from across the limo. “I want to watch Otis play with your pussy.”
“Otis had his turn,” Wolf said, withdrawing his hand from my tit. He maneuvered himself onto the roomy limo floor and reached under my dress for my underwear. “You won’t be needing these anymore.”
I cut a glance to the front of the limo. “The driver…”
“He’s not paying attention,” Wolf said. “Isn’t that right?” He called the last part out so the driver knew he was being addressed.
“Can’t hear you up here,” the driver said. “What was that?”
“Good man,” Wolf said. “The lady here prefers privacy.”
I lifted my hips to help him tug off my underwear because I wasn’t insane and apparently I had no shame either. The driver’s denial was obviously fake, but it was pretty clear the Beasts had no intention of raising the partition and I was too sexually amped to fight it.
I had a feeling that for them, the lack of privacy was the point. That and the fact that none of us wanted to wait to get back to the hotel after the tableplay at the restaurant.
Besides, the city lights were passing by outside the limo’s tinted windows, a soft glow from under the seats barely illuminating the back seat. It felt like we were in a private world, one where there was no one but us, nothing but Otis fondling my tit and Wolf spreading my thighs while Jace looked on.
Wolf ran two fingers through the folds of my pussy and l Iet out a sigh, relieved to be free from the constraints of the restaurant where it had taken all my self-control not to cry out when I came.
Otis freed my tit from the dress and bent his head to my nipple, sucking it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue. I looked at the back of the driver’s head, then closed my eyes as Wolf ran his tongue through my cunt.
I heard the creak of leather and opened my eyes, then saw that Jace had shifted his position. Across the back seat, he was to the right of Wolf and angling for a better view of what Wolf was doing to me.
His jaw was sharp, his face shadowed in the limo’s interior. He unzipped his pants and withdrew his massive dick, the piercings on his Jacob’s ladder marching up his perfectly formed shaft.
He took it in his hand, then shifted his gaze from Wolf to me, his eyes burning into mine. I heard his words in the bathroom at the Strike: I’m only good for you .
I didn’t believe it was true, but there was something between us, something powerful. Something between me and all the Beasts that couldn’t be denied.
Wolf grabbed my hips and pulled me farther down on the seat, then buried his face in my cunt, running his tongue through my slit, up inside me, over my clit. His tongue was wet and hot, his strokes languid, and I sank into his mouth as Otis sucked one of my tits and fondled the other one.
“You see this?” Wolf asked, clearly talking to Jace as he pulled back from my dripping pussy. “She’s so fucking wet.”
“I see,” Jace said.
I was mesmerized by his long strokes of his shaft, his thick engorged head rising up out of his palm. I knew exactly what it felt like to have him push into me, could almost feel the slide of his piercings along the walls of my pussy.
It only made me want him — want all of them — more.
Otis lifted his head from my nipple. “You have the most perfect tits, doll. I could suck them all night long if I didn’t want to be inside you so bad.”
“Hold up,” Wolf said. “I’m not done here.”
He slipped his fingers inside me and lapped at my clit, covering it with long thorough strokes that made me writhe on the limo seat, pushing my hips up to meet his mouth, wanting more.
Wanting everything.
“You enjoying the view?” Otis asked Jace.
“The only thing I like more than watching Wolf eat her pussy is watching her get fucked.” Jace’s cock was huge and growing bigger with every one of his strokes. Watching him work it with his big hand stoked the orgasm building at my center as they talked about what they liked doing to me. “And the only thing I like more than watching her get fucked is fucking her myself.”
I looked at the back of the driver’s head, knew I’d be mortified when this was over even though he was being true to his word and acting like nothing unusual was happening in his back seat, but right now all I cared about was coming.
I ground my cunt on Wolf’s face, threading one hand into his silky hair and the other into Otis’ as he sucked my tit. Across from me, Jace worked his dick faster, his face set in a steely expression while he watched what Wolf and Otis were doing to me.
“Oh god,” I moaned as my orgasm built.
“Don’t let her come,” Jace said.
“Fucking asshole,” I gasped when Wolf lifted his head.
Jace’s laughter was familiar, the way he laughed when he was being diabolical, when he was being rebellious just so he could give the world the finger, but this time there was something warm under it too.
“This time we’re all going to play, princess.”
Wolf unfastened his leather pants and got onto the limo floor, pulling me with him. My dress was hiked up around my hips so straddling him was easy. One of the violet feathers from the skirt drifted onto his face.
I laughed, blowing it off as he positioned my knees on either side of his hips “Sorry!”
He squeezed my bare thighs. “Sunshine, you could tar and feather me and I wouldn’t care as long as you let me fuck you.”
Otis peeled off his jacket and kneeled near Wolf’s head, then unbuttoned his jeans. “Thank fuck. My dick’s about to explode.”
They were doing that thing they did, moving in coordination without talking, like dancers in a rehearsed ballet, I could feel Jace behind me, tipping my ass in the air, teasing it with his dick.
“Wait, wait!” I said, turning to look at him over my shoulder. His cock was huge, the skin stretched taut around his piercings, and a shiver of anticipation mixed with fear ran through my body. “You’re not going anywhere near my ass without lube.”
He held up a small bottle of lube with a grin. “You think we’re not going to take care of you, princess?”
I relaxed and turned back around, not even bothering to ask how they’d come up with lube in the limo.
Wolf was looking up at me, his blue eyes burning bright. He positioned the head of his dick at my entrance. “We’re always going to take care of you, sunshine. Always.”
Otis was bracing himself on the open sunroof with one hand and stroking himself with the other, his dick not too far from my face.
My body hummed with need, Wolf pushing at the entrance to my pussy, the thick crown of Jace’s cock pressing against my ass, Otis’ dick close enough to lick.
I wanted them all. I didn’t even care that we were crammed into the back of the limo, the partition down so that the driver could see it all if he’d tipped his rearview mirror the right way.
And he could definitely hear it all even though he was still staring at the road, navigating the limo through the city like a massive orgy wasn’t happening in the back seat.
I was dimly aware that we weren’t using a condom, that I’d have to add this to the spinning roulette wheel of my sex life with the Beasts, one where sometimes one of us had the presence of mind to use protection and sometimes we didn’t. One where we’d stopped talking about it, like if we didn’t talk about it, it wouldn’t happen.
Or maybe, just maybe, one where we were daring the universe to seal us together.
Forever.