Chapter 8 #4
"Demon." There's a fondness in that nickname that never used to be there when he first gave it to me. No, it had started as an insult, but now I'm not sure he could say it like that if he tried. He tries to play tough, and we bicker and fight, but none of it is like before.
"Did you miss me too?" I purr as I crawl up to him, running my hands slowly up his legs, our eyes locked in a heated battle.
Spencer and I still fight, but now it's more of a battle of wills that leads to explosive sex or other sillier things. Once, I pissed him off so bad that he held me down and tickled me until I was ready to piss myself.
Tickling is literally the cheapest thing ever. I'd rather be stabbed.
Without releasing his cock, he leans down so that we’re eye to eye, only a breath apart. I don't dare blink, unsure what he has in mind; I never know with Spencer. Honestly, it's one of the things I love most about him.
"I did, my love," he says, deliberately slow, his voice thick as a smile turns up his lips into one of his rare full smiles that melts me.
He tried for a while to nix the demon nickname; tried a few other things, but nothing fit the same, and I didn't want them to.
I liked Demon and what it had turned into over the years.
It's a part of us, the same way our past is.
But that doesn't stop him from getting sappy in the same way the rest of them do from time to time.
With him, it's just a little harder to remind myself that this is real.
"Now, suck my dick so I can watch K fuck you within an inch of your life, and we can get some sleep. "
It shouldn't be attractive, having them tell me what to do, demanding I suck cock and swallow cum, but here we are with me eagerly wrapping my lips around him when he presses my head into his lap.
I can taste his salty cum already, and I know he won't last terribly long, having already built himself up earlier watching Jake fuck me and now Trent and K.
Spencer loves to watch and likes to give orders almost as much as Kratos, but there's one thing they all love and never fails—to have them coming like a teenager his first time.
Fucking my face.
I wasn't sure it would be something I loved, but I wasn't against it.
Now it doesn't phase me, and making them come apart so quickly is a fucking rush.
These powerful men, heads of Vengeance, a chief of police, and what might be the next mayor?
Yeah, that kind of power could make a girl a little crazy.
Good thing I'm already crazy.
Looking up through my lashes, I move down his length until my nose is pressed against his pelvis.
His eyes roll back as I swallow him down, half-lidded and in bliss that's so damn hot I forget what I'm doing for a moment and get lost in watching him.
Pressing my thighs together, I try to get some kind of friction and feel the cum that's still leaking from my pussy, which only makes me hungrier.
Enough is enough.
I reach up and take his hands in my own, leading them back to my head.
It doesn't take him long to catch on as his fingers twine through my hair and he presses his hips up while holding me still.
His cock presses to the back of my throat, cutting off my ability to breathe, but I swallow around him because I know it will drive him wild, and he'd never push me without air for long.
"Fuck..." The word is drawn out like crazy as he drops his hips and grips my hair harder, using it as a way to push and pull my head up and down the length of him, his pace becoming more and more frantic with each pass of my lips over him.
It feels like it takes a while, no doubt because of the abuse to my jaw, but I know it's only a few minutes before I feel him begin to tense, and I reach up to massage his balls, which pushes him over the edge with him buried as far down my throat as he can get.
Each hot shot of cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow it down, leaving no question on if I got every last drop or not.
I will not be going to bed wanting.
With his fingers still tangled in my hair, he yanks me up so that we’re eye to eye, his narrowing as he looks me over.
"That's cheating, and you know it," he pants without any sort of actual heat, and I do the only thing I can think of in the moment.
I stick my tongue out at him.
"Fucking brat." He shakes his head before yanking me toward him and slamming our lips together in a kiss that is perfectly us—a constant push and pull, but still full of love and passion.
Pulling back after a second, his eyes soften as he looks at me. "I love you, Jade, with everything I have, forever."
"I love you too, Spencer." I press another gentle kiss to his lips and feel his lips pull up in a smile.
See, he can be nice, sometimes.
Untangling his fingers from my hair, he releases me but makes no move to put his dick away or even move. It's not uncommon for everyone to just kind of pass out down here, and looking back, I find Trent in much the same way. His dick is out as he watches, though he's already hard again.
"Killer." Kratos' deep voice pulls me from my thoughts, and I turn to find him still in the center of the bed, waiting for me right where I left him. He crooks two fingers at me, beckoning me to him, and I don't fight. No, I did what I was told, and I'm eager for my reward.
Before I reach him, the door opens, and all four of us turn to see who's come to join us.
"Damn it, see Jake, I told you we're probably up here having all the fun without us." Zander's whines fill the room even before I see him, making me laugh. Leave it to him to be upset about missing out even after a night of murder and sex.
"I didn't say they weren't. I said they might not have wanted to invite us," Jake says as he and Zander come into view over the high edge of the bed. I hear the door close a second later and know Rick is here too. Either that, or we have a ghost with good manners.
"Speak for yourself. Who wouldn't want me?" Zander asks him, sounding offended by the very idea.
"Most sane people." Rick smacks him upside the head as he moves past him, dropping down into the seat next to Trent and shaking his head.
"Bullshit, y’all love me."
"I'm not sure that a single person here is considered sane, Zan," I chime in, unable to help myself because have you seen us?
This isn't exactly a 'normal' person's day, either.
Zander drops onto one of the seats, but unlike Rick, he doesn't sit; instead, he jumps down onto the bed and walks right toward me with a smile so wide it's a wonder his cheeks don't cramp up.
"You're right, Doll, but being sane is overrated. I'd rather come have front-row seats to watch you get fucked and then have you fuck me than be normal any day."
And that's exactly what happens. The guys sit around as Daddy makes good on his promise and fucks me within a damn inch of my life.
The rest of the night is a mix of the guys, as they show me, with their bodies, how much they missed me, how much they love me, and how they can worship me.
By the time we're done, it's a wonder my eyes are even open anymore, and I feel like I just ran a marathon as I cuddle up to a very naked Kratos, panting and sweaty but unable to resist a chance to curl up on his chest.
My head rises and falls with each breath, soothing me and slowly lulling me to sleep.
But even as tired as I might be, I can't help but take a moment to be grateful for these guys.
This fucked up little family we built, even past just us, but with Charlotte, Hazel, and my family—the ones I never knew I had but always wanted.
Zander had said something about marrying me yesterday, and while I'm pretty sure it was just words spoken in the heat of the moment, I can't help but go back to them.
I'm not sure we can get married, not with six of them and just one of me, but being a wife doesn't sound so bad when I know it would be to them.
I'd always thought being a wife would mean being someone’s property and losing my freedom, but with the guys, it's the opposite.
The future is bright, and before I drift off completely, Kratos whispers something that only makes me more excited for what it might bring.
"Hazel messaged you while you were out. She wanted me to let you know they’ll be back a few days early. Their plane comes in tomorrow night. She said she’s got something important to talk to you about."
His voice is low, so nobody else overhears if they're still awake. I never had a hope of having a best friend or a man who wanted to marry me, but that’s what I have, and I couldn’t be happier.
Now to tease Trent about his baby sister and all the dick I’m pretty sure she’s been getting for the last few years.
This should be fun.