16. Maddison #3
His grunt spurs me on, my hand coming up to work the length that I can’t fit into my mouth, and I watch his jaw clench tightly. Lifting his hand, his fingers skim through my hair, moving my head up and down on his own shaft.
“Fuck yes, kid. Suck it,” he murmurs softly, his voice nothing but a rasp. “Such soft lips. They wrap around my cock so pretty.”
The praise sends a shiver through me, especially when Leon keeps touching me, teasing me just enough to keep me right on the edge. My body betrays me, the tingling building fast, threatening to tip me over.
I try to hide it; I really do. But even muffled by Matt’s cock, the sounds I make give me away.
Leon grins down at me, hips settling into a lazy rhythm, before he suddenly pulls himself out. My hands reach for him, silently begging him to keep going.
“Your cunt is perfect, gorgeous,” he purrs, voice like candy wrapped in sex. “But I prefer my head to still be attached to my body by the end of the night.”
When my eyes find Ash, he looks delighted by my suffering. I’d scream if my mouth wasn’t already full.
Leon slides back in slowly, before pulling all the way out, giving me everything and nothing at the same time. Languidly pushing in and then drawing out completely. It’s agonizing. Literal torture. And he damn well knows it.
His hand drifts lower, almost indulgent, fingers sinking into the dark curls above his cock.
His fingers linger there for a moment before sliding his hand upward along the sharp line of his happy trail.
The movement is slow and deliberate, all confidence and self-possession, his palm skimming over smooth skin as he gathers his vest with it.
It exposes him inch by inch, those immaculate V lines cutting down towards his hips, his stomach taut and lean rather than broad, muscle defined by movement instead of brute force.
He’s smaller than the others, younger in the way his body holds itself, all wiry strength and careless beauty.
Just golden, glowing skin covered in patchwork tattoos, flexing as he lifts the vest higher.
That’s when I realise, he’s not even looking at me.
As he moves, as he uses me, his attention is somewhere else entirely. His gaze fixed past me, toward the other side of the table. Like I’m only part of the scene, not the focus of it. That knowledge makes my skin heat with lust, a thrill stirring inside of me.
Because I’m doing the same to him. Using him... while thinking about another devil. The devil who is currently torturing me with his men.
The vest is nearly bunched beneath his chest now, fingers reaching higher until they find one dark nipple.
He pinches it between his fingers, rolling it slowly, experimentally.
His head tips back just a fraction, lips parting as a soft, masculine sound slips from him.
A rough, breathy whine that matches his cocky grin.
Matt seems to copy, reaching rough hands to my own nipples and pinching hard.
I squeal around his cock, still sucking and slurping as hard as I can.
My back arches into the pain, turning my squeal into a pleasure-filled whine.
His flavour beads over his slit and I lap it up, saltiness and manliness exploding onto my tongue.
It makes me dizzy with want. Want for another man’s cock.
Leon’s eyes shimmer when he looks forward again, glassy with need and hunger flickering there. Almost reckless in comparison to the controlled dominance surrounding us.
Once again, he pulls out of me, and my whine is nothing short of petulant.
“Please,” I beg, around Matt’s cock. “Please fuck me.”
But I’m looking at Ash. Eyes pleading with his as my chest heaves for oxygen.
He grins, his eyes dark and hungry. All he gives me is the tiniest shake of his head, which has me gritting my teeth together.
This time, when Leon sinks back into me, a sharp shudder tears through me. I’m so close. So damn close.
Leon pulls out again, the empty feeling giving me whiplash. But this time, he doesn’t fall back inside me. With his fist tight around his glistening cock, he works himself, biting his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Sorry, gorgeous,” he pants, muscles in his arm straining as he grips himself tight. “I need to... fucking... come.”
He groans, hunching over slightly as he sprays his seed directly onto my pussy. I watch while Matt continues to thrust into my mouth, his movements quickening as he follows Leon. It only takes seconds before the salty flavour of him bursts over my tongue, followed by a growly moan.
Trying to catch my breath, Leon dips a long finger between my slit. It comes back wet with my arousal and cum. His eyes flick back over the table as he wraps his lips around it, sucking off the flavour with a deep groan.
“We taste fucking good together.”
I look back in time to see Griff glare hatred at Leon, his entire body vibrating with fury. And then he is gone. Stomping out of the room and slamming the door so hard that the entire room rattles.
Leaving me here with the rest of the killers. The men with blood on their hands. Wishing one of them would touch me with their soiled hands. Wishing one of them would give me what I need.