22. Turnover
Turnover
Wyatt
I open the door to the attic. The cleaners I hire do a fantastic job. The attic is a large open space covering the whole house. Trunks and old furniture litter the floor. It’s no forest, but it’s definitely a place we can play and not be interrupted by Tom.
Dante ducks as he enters the space. There are a few places he’ll definitely need to watch his head, but overall, it will work for what I want.
Sara shivers and Dante draws her back against his body, wrapping his arms around her.
“Hide-and-seek?” Sara’s green eyes rise to mine. Excitement shines in them.
I smile. “Hide-and-seek.”
Finn claps his hands and rubs them together.
Drew looks over Sara with a discerning eye. “She’s wearing far too much.”
Dante releases her and Finn closes in on her front. Dante takes off his shirt while Finn takes Sara’s off. When they remove her bra, Finn cups her breasts together. Sara looks up into his eyes with a smirk as Dante drops his shirt over her head.
When she shimmies out of her leggings, Finn slides his hands down, dragging her panties to the floor.
Kneeling at her feet, he lifts her leg over his shoulder and closes his mouth over her pussy.
Gasping, Sara threads her fingers through his hair.
Dante draws her back against him and lifts her t-shirt for Drew and me to watch as he teases her breasts.
Her mouth opens and her head rolls back against Dante. Finn thrusts his fingers into her cunt as he works her pussy with his tongue. Her face is flushed pink. Her hips rock against his face. Gorgeous.
“Are there rules to the game?” Drew drags his fingers over his lips as her breath comes out in soft huffs.
Dante pinches her already tight nipple and she sucks in a harsh breath.
“This time Sara hides,” I say.
Sara’s darkened eyes open and meet mine. Her body arches as she comes between them.
“No ass play?” Drew asks.
Sara cries out again when they don’t stop playing with her sensitive body. Finn sits back and watches his fingers, wet with her cum, thrusting in and out of her pretty pussy.
“No lube. No ass,” Dante declares, kissing her neck.
She shivers before curling into herself on another release.
Finn pulls his fingers out of her slick pussy and rises to his feet. He touches his wet fingers to her lips. Their eyes lock as she parts her lips and lets him push them inside, sucking her cum off his fingers.
She’s fucking gorgeous. I should have been playing with her for years. Not holding back.
“Mouth and pussy.” Finn drags his fingers out and grabs the back of her neck before kissing her. Their mouths open as they devour each other. I shift my aching cock in my pants. I can’t wait for my turn.
Dante straightens his t-shirt over her hips. When Finn draws away, Sara watches him. A little smile dances on her lips.
I open a drawer and pull out a flashlight, turning it on to check to see if it works before handing it to Sara. “For after you’re found. So you can hide again and not hurt yourself.”
She takes it. Her brow furrows. “No lights?”
I smirk and tip her chin up so our eyes lock. “No lights.”
Backing away, I retrieve some other flashlights and hand them out. Everyone checks to make sure theirs works. The floor up here is sealed, so I’m not worried that she’ll get splinters in her bare feet. A few bruises maybe from running into furniture, but I’ll make sure to kiss them better later.
“Use your flashlight or don’t.” I turn to the others. “She gets thirty seconds. We close our eyes but keep our flashlights on while she hides.”
“So Drew doesn’t cheat.” Finn chuckles.
“Why do you think I’d cheat? If anyone would cheat, it would be you.” Drew arches an eyebrow at Finn.
“That’s why I know you would.” Finn bumps his fist against Drew’s arm.
Smiling, Drew shakes his head. It’s starting to feel like he’s one of us more than Tom. My chest hurts at that thought. Tom’s been my best friend since we were kids. He’s the one who took me in, gave me a home, gave me a place that didn’t judge me based on my father’s actions.
I blow out a breath. Except he held my father’s actions over my head like a guillotine ready to fall for years. Threatening everything I loved.
When Sara puts her hand on my chest, I focus on her pale green eyes and the worry in them. “You okay?”
So fucking intuitive. I cover her hand with mine, letting her feel how my heart races for her. “Yes, trouble.”
She pushes up on her toes, and I meet her halfway in a soft kiss. When I draw back, her eyes search mine.
“You can try to get away from whoever finds you, trouble.” I keep her hand pressed against my heart. “But you might draw in the other wolves if you’re noisy.”
She shivers and her eyes darken. She may want us all to find her. To ravish her wherever we find her. I drop my hand from hers and adjust my cock. Her gaze follows my hand.
She wets her lips as she steps back. “How long does the game last?”
“Until you cry mercy.”
* * *
Sara
A shiver races through me. That’s my safe word. So I guess either way it will stop the game.
“First time we’ll turn our backs and you can hide. We’ll turn off the lights once you’re hidden.” Wyatt’s dark eyes search mine. “Are you good, trouble?”
“Yes, sir.”
He steps closer to me and grabs the front of my t-shirt. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you.”
“Me too.” I give him a cheeky grin. Because I can’t wait for him to fuck me. He was probably hoping for fear, but fuck, I love when he claims me, marks me, makes me his.
He jerks me against him. “Maybe I’ll just spank you and let the others fuck you.”
“Promises, promises.” I wait for his reply, knowing he loves my attitude almost as much as my submission. Maybe more because it makes the submission so much sweeter. And I love it when he makes me do what he wants.
His hand snakes under my t-shirt, and he thrusts his fingers deep inside me. I let out a harsh breath and cling to his shirt. My pussy clutches around the invasion, but my insides turn smoldering.
He leans his head down next to my ear as his thumb lightly caresses my clit. His fingers thrust in hard, and I go up on my toes. My eyes widen and my lips part at the force after the way Finn fucked me with his fingers. I’m still really sensitive. I lean against Wyatt to stabilize myself.
“Careful what you wish for, trouble.” His fingers move fast, pushing me over the edge before I even know what’s happening. My release gushes over his fingers and warmth leaks down the inside of my thighs. His eyes narrow as I try to catch my breath. It came over me so fast.
He taps my clit and thrusts a few more times. I cry out and lean my head against his chest as my release washes over me in waves. Fuck. My pussy pulses around his fingers as he continues to slide them in and out, keeping me high for him.
“I’m going to hunt you by the smell of your cum, trouble.” His voice is low and for me only as he tortures my sensitive pussy. My breathing hitches. “We don’t have to be anywhere for days. I’m going to enjoy having you at my mercy. Especially when Finn ties you up.”
If he’s trying to turn me on, it’s working. I swallow down that shiver of underlying fear and reach for his cock, stroking my hand over his athletic pants. His growl next to my ear sends an aftershock through me, squeezing his fingers tight. I love having him inside me.
“You’ll have to find me first. What happens if you can’t find me?” I draw back so I can see his eyes. “Sir.”
His fingers curl inside me, and I shake as my body wants to succumb to another orgasm. Smirking, he pulls his fingers out, leaving me wanting, aching for more. Taking the edge of Dante’s t-shirt, he wipes his fingers off on it. “Better hide well, trouble. But don’t worry, we will find you.”
My insides buzz as I step away. I never drop his gaze.
“One.” He arches his eyebrow. For that second, I’m caught in his eyes.
“Two.”
Oh, fuck. I turn and run across the attic floor. He continues to count behind me as I study where the best place to hide will be.
When we were kids, the guys would tell me to hide and then forget to come find me.
I have no doubt they’ll remember this time.
My pussy throbs in anticipation and denial of my release.
I duck into a pile of furniture with stacked chairs.
Once it’s dark, they’ll have to turn their flashlights on if they want to find me here.
If they do find me, there are plenty of places to move so they can’t catch me.
I crouch just as the lights go out. My breath catches, and I wait for the beam of light from a flashlight. A creak of a footstep. Anything, but I see and hear nothing. Not even the rasp of clothes.
My heart sounds like a bass drum in the silence. My breath, like strong wind. Surely, they can hear me because that’s all I can hear. I slide backward, trying to make myself small behind the furniture.
I hold my breath to see if I can hear them. I can’t see anything in the dark, except the vague shadows of furniture. It’s terrifying and exciting at the same time. I’m so wound up that if something brushed against me, I’d scream.
The space is clean, and even in bare feet, I feel safe. Well, as safe as I can feel knowing there are four men hunting me in the dark. Men who are going to fuck me when they find me.
I don’t know which is worse. Me hunting them while they hunted me or hiding while they hunt me.
At least running makes me feel like I have some survival instinct. This sitting duck thing isn’t good for anyone. Just feeds my anxiety.
A breath sounds somewhere nearby. I slink back into the darkness, but the object I run into is warm. A hand clamps over my mouth as I inhale to scream.
My heart pounds as I try to get away, but his other arm snakes around my center, holding me close. Everything inside me is flashing red alert. So much so that I barely notice his movement until his cock thrusts into my pussy.
My cry of surprise is muffled by his hand. He doesn’t fuck me, but holds me still for a moment with his cock buried deep inside me. My insides begin to burn and the need for friction overrides the fear, knowing that this is one of the men who loves me.
I whimper softly and a soft shh releases next to my ear. His breath sends sparks across my skin. He releases my mouth and pushes me down. The smell of sin fills my nose and everything inside me whispers, Finn.
He draws almost all the way out before slamming into me. I cover my own mouth to stop the sounds from alerting the others where we are. He fucks me hard, quiet, and fast. He grabs my hip with one hand and wraps the other around me to rub my clit.
I choke down the moan that begs for release as I come all over his cock. He thrusts a few more times before his warm cum floods my insides. When he pulls out, leaving me a shivering mess on the ground, he stands and takes a few steps away.
“Found,” he yells.
“Thirty seconds to hide, trouble.” Wyatt’s voice is close, and suddenly, lights shine in the darkness.
I drag in a breath and stagger to my feet. I turn on my flashlight and hurry to somewhere else, trying to get away from the lights, counting in my head. After fifteen seconds, I turn out my flashlight and change direction.
Feeling my way around a couch, I curl up on it. My pussy is wet and the smell of sex clings to me. My whole body still buzzes from the thrill of being fucked.
At twenty-five seconds, their lights go out, casting everything in shadow.
“Ready or not, trouble.” Wyatt’s voice rings out, and then it’s the silence again, and the knowledge that someone will find me and they’ll take me. My pussy pulses, achy, needy.
I try to focus on any noise, but the guys move like thieves in the night. My heart pounds even as my insides warm. How long before we call it? How long before they shout for me to come out of hiding?
Do I win if they don’t find me? Doesn’t seem like a win to me.
Something brushes my leg and I jerk, sitting up to brush away what felt like a spider. Fuck, I didn’t think about spiders. A hand wraps around my throat.
I gasp but don’t scream as he pushes me to lie on the couch. For a second, I’m frozen, but then liquid heat pours through me. He spreads my thighs apart and my leg drops off the edge of the couch. Weight falls over me and his cock nudges at my entrance.
His harsh breath stirs my hair to tickle my face before his lips crash down on mine. His cock thrusts in deep, and he captures my moan at the thick feel of him inside me. Dante.
I wrap around him as he fucks me, keeping his mouth covering mine. For this moment, he doesn’t want to share me. Doesn’t want to alert the others that he’s found me. I slide my fingers into his hair as his hands hold my hips up.
Unlike Finn, he doesn’t rush. It’s a different level of primal, of connection. My hips surge with his. If we’re making noises, I have no fucking clue. The whole room could crash down around us and I wouldn’t know.
All I know is Dante is fucking me like we might never fuck again, and it’s touching my soul. This won’t be the last time. Because he’s mine and I’ll fight for him no matter who tries to take him from me.
“Fucking hell.” Drew’s voice penetrates the sensual fog working through me. There’s light on us. I can see the glow behind my eyelids.
Finn’s knowing chuckle is close. “Yeah. Fuck, man. You don’t interrupt that. You just admire the work he’s putting into it.”
Dante breaks off the kiss and we both drag in a breath. I open my eyes and blink at the bright light before focusing on Dante’s pale blue eyes.
“Hi, boss,” I whisper.
He growls and thrusts a little harder, a little deeper, and just enough to push me over the edge. I cry out as he falls with me into oblivion, spreading his warmth inside me.
I’m breathing heavy and turn my head to look at Drew standing with Finn leaning on his shoulder.
“Should we clap?” Drew smirks. “I mean, that was an award-winning performance, princess.”
“Kind of glad I didn’t find you again, flower. Dante really knows how to put on a show.”
Dante shakes his head. Ignoring them, he keeps his focus on me and that sends sparks through me. “You good, pip?”
He brushes my hair out of my face. When a little aftershock ripples around his cock, he gives me a cocky smirk.
“I love you, boss.” I search his eyes. Does he know how much? How empty my life would be without him in it?
He leans in and kisses me.
“If you want to watch, I could fuck her again.” He turns to grin at Drew and Finn. His cock is still hard inside me and he thrusts. My moan fills the space.
Lifting my head off the couch, I nip his ear. “You’ll just have to find me again, boss.”
His smile softens, and he kisses me long and thoroughly before pulling out. “Don’t worry, pip. I always find you.”
He stands and offers me a hand. “Found!”
My knees shake like a newborn foal’s, but I manage to stay upright.
“Thirty seconds, pip.”