Chapter 8 #3
Ugh, these men. Do they have any idea what pajamas and sweats do for them? And to not have anything underneath on top of that… they better not be leaving the house like this.
“I'm not in ropes tonight, though, am I?” I ask as I wrap my fingers around the tip of his dick and slowly stroke down it. His breath catches, but he doesn't say anything; instead holding my gaze, and we can play this game, but he's going to lose.
Swiping my thumb over the tip, I collect the bit of precum and bring it up to my mouth while still working his dick with my other hand.
He lets his head fall back against the cushioned wall with a groan as I swipe my thumb down my tongue and moan at the taste of him.
It might sound strange to some, but I love the taste of them.
Even more than that, I love the way they react when I devour them.
"Which means you’re not the one in charge right now.
" With him distracted, I quickly line myself up on his cock and sink down so that he's seated balls deep inside of me.
Our moans fill the room, and I can feel the eyes on us—the lust that's building to a damn near suffocating level.
I catch Kratos' gaze where he still sits on the floor, his eyes boring into mine with so much intensity you would think he could see through me.
Maybe he can. He has always known me better than I know myself.
"I thought you missed me, Daddy?"
Without looking away, he drops down onto the cushion next to Trent, and I'm forced to crane my neck back to continue to meet his gaze. As if this motherfucker needs to be any bigger, he's already a damn beast.
His fingers grip my chin, holding me where I am as he bends down, getting so close I damn near go cross-eyed.
"Don't pretend like there's anywhere you could be that I wouldn't miss you if you're not right here in my arms. You’re mistaking the fact that I let you leave for me, not caring.
It's not that at all. If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask Killer.
Use your words like a good girl for Daddy. "
Tall, dark, and dangerous—that's my Daddy. It started as a joke, but I'll be damned if it didn't stick.
"Fuck love," Trent groans, no doubt able to feel just how much I enjoy the way Kratos' words roll over me.
"Will you fuck me, Daddy?" My voice is hardly more than a rough little plea, but it's enough.
Pressing a kiss to my lips that's hard and fast and leaves me wanting, he releases me, moving down off the cushion. I almost whine, missing the contact, until he pushes down his sweats and his cock with all those beautiful piercings pop into view, leaving me damn near drooling.
How I ever survived life without knowing about penis piercings is beyond me, but I love them.
Trent's fingers grip my waist, and I know what he wants because it's the same thing I want.
Kratos moves out of my sight, but I can feel him behind me, and the thought of being sandwiched between Trent and Daddy drives me impossibly higher.
The guys like to joke and say I'm addicted to chocolate and caffeine, and while that might not be wrong, they've failed to realize that's not the only thing I'm addicted to.
No, these men have changed everything about my life and what I thought my future would be.
I crave them not just as human contact, the way I used to with others when I was in the rings, but as people, my people.
I want to be around them on rainy days, reading a book and cuddling by the fireplace.
When we’re out on a mission and have enemies to kill, or when the stock needs checking down at Hoppers, or making meals down at the shelter.
I crave our family dinners on Sundays or vacations to places I never would have dreamed of—holidays with families that don't look at me and see a monster or a whore, and not just my own that I never dared to dream of, but Rick's and Trent's.
And yeah, okay, I guess being fucked on every surface of this huge house by all six of my men isn't a bad deal, either.
I roll my hips, leaning in to press my lips to Trent's. He meets me halfway, seeming to crave me the same way I crave him as he tries to all but devour me, his hands threading in my hair to hold me close.
"Sweetest thing I've ever tasted." Trent pants against my lips as I move faster, building us both higher.
"Don't lie, her pussy tastes much better." Without pulling away from Trent, I flip Spencer off, where he still sits, enjoying the show behind us.
Kratos' big hand on my back has me gripping Trent's shoulder as we're sandwiched chest to chest. It should be a mood killer, but we both know what's coming, and it's anything but that.
Trent's hands snake down my body until his fingers sink into the fleshy part of my ass. Kratos doesn't waste a second moving forward to press against me, the ring in the tip of his cock building me up impossibly higher.
I've gotten pretty used to butt stuff over the years. Not only do I enjoy it, but the guys do too, and with that, we're able to do a lot more together. But even then, Daddy K is large and heavily pierced. A girl still needs a little something to help.
Thankfully, he knows that, and I get the chills when I hear him spit on his dick for me. Something about it is so primal, so dirty, that I love it.
"No way that's enough," Trent says with a chuckle before moving his hands down to grip my thighs and lifting me off his dick to hold me in the air like a fucking offering to Kratos.
"She could have handled it," Kratos assures him, and it's on the tip of my tongue to snap at them and remind them that I'm right here, but before I can, Kratos is filling me, and instead of words, the only thing coming out of me is obscene moans.
It doesn't last long before he's pulling out, and this time I can't stop the whimper that's ripped from my lips at the loss of yet another cock.
He doesn't let me whine for long, though, before he's pressing into my ass, and Trent promptly drops me back down onto his dick. My mouth falls open in a silent scream at the intense feeling of being so fucking full after being so wholly denied.
"Jesus fuck, I can feel the damn bars through her. I swear I need to get myself a piercing like that," Trent's voice is strained, but I can hear the slightest bit of awe, and I can't even argue because, again, I'm a sucker for them.
"We can make that happen," Kratos says, completely unfazed, as if he isn't talking about piercing another man’s penis. I guess maybe it isn't that weird when penis is a pretty normal part of their days more often than not. "There are even a few that none of us have."
Kratos rocks into me, and then Trent slams up, making my breath catch and my brain unable to keep a line of thought, even as they continue to talk about piercing Trent's cock.
"Ugh, I'm not sure I can handle another penis with a piercing," I whine, tossing my head back onto Kratos’ shoulder.
"You'll take what we give you and like it.
" Kratos' voice is hard and demanding, and Trent just happens to reach down and press against my clit at the same time, and it's just too much.
I fall apart with a curse and can't stop the victorious smile that pulls at my lips as Trent follows me over the edge.
"Fuck, Sweetness, I love you."
"I love you too," I pant as Kratos continues to fuck into me, even as I press a kiss to Trent's lips.
It's almost too much, and the way Trent groans lets me know he feels it too—that is, until Kratos' arm snakes around my waist and lifts me off him.
He holds me there for a moment as Trent's cum leaks down my leg, and Trent’seyes track down my leg, pupils wide and hungry like he didn't just fuck me.
Kratos's other hand moves up to rest around my throat, not choking me but holding me right where he wants me as he proceeds to turn and drop to his knees in the middle of the bed so that I'm facing Spencer. Who’s still sitting right where he was earlier, except now his cock is in his hand as he lazily strokes it while watching me get fucked.
"Do you see what you do to us? One fucking night with you gone, Jade, and we're feral.
We would kill men to get to you, to be able to spend another day with you, to be buried in this perfect pussy, ass, or fucking into that smart-ass mouth.
" Each word is accompanied by a snap of his hips, his voice so deep as it rolls over me like a caress, and it's a wonder he can hold a conversation while he fucks me like this.
I'm having a hard time focusing on what he's saying, let alone responding.
I've passed the point of overstimulation and moved right to the verge of orgasm number two, but right before I can fall over the ledge, he stops dead, his hand coming down on my ass, not hard the way Rick does for punishment, but enough to jolt me from the peak of pleasure that I was more than ready for.
"What the fuck!" I hiss, shooting him a glare over my shoulder.
His hand around my neck tightens before pulling me up so that my back is flush to his chest and his lips are pressed to my ear.
"Crawl to Spencer and suck his dick, then swallow every drop he gives you," His fingers tighten just enough to make breathing harder, but not impossible, but all that does is make me hornier.
My own wetness mixes with Trent's cum to make an even bigger mess of me, one I can't even be mad about because, despite the sticky feeling, it's hot as fuck being filled by them.
"If you lose even one drop, you get to go to bed wanting. "
He releases me, and I drop to the bed, just barely catching myself before I face plant. His dick is still in my ass, and I can feel the way it throbs, and I clench down around him before crawling forward, making him slip free with a growl that lets me know he felt that.
Good, serves him right.