Chapter 62
ARMEN
Clothes come off fast.
Rogue moves behind Vi. “You fought well today,” he murmurs against her ear. “Now, let us reward you.”
She leans back into him, breath hitching when he brushes her nipples.
I drop to my knees in front of her, spreading her thighs with my hands. She’s already wet, slick and ready. I lean in, tongue flat, licking slow from her entrance to her clit.
She gasps, hands flying to my hair.
Sting moves to her side, guiding her hand to his cock. Already hard, already leaking. “Stroke me,” he orders.
She does. Hand wrapping tight, moving slow.
Rogue’s mouth is on her throat now, biting, sucking marks into her skin. His hands knead her breasts, rough and possessive.
I push two fingers inside her, curling them while I suck her clit. She moans, loud, shameless, hips rolling against my mouth.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her. “Let us hear you.”
She comes fast, hard and sudden, body locking, thighs trembling. I don’t stop. I keep licking, keep curling my fingers, drawing it out until she’s sobbing.
When I finally pull back, she’s shaking.
Sting guides her down to the blankets. She sinks onto her knees, breathing hard.
I stand, shedding my own clothes. Sting and Rogue do the same.
“On your back,” I say..
I kneel between her legs, line myself up, and push inside in one hard thrust. She cries out, back arching off the blankets.
I don’t wait. I fuck her fast, deep, hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.
Rogue moves to her head, fisting his cock. “Open,” he orders.
She does. He slides in, thick and heavy, filling her mouth.
Sting kneels beside her, stroking himself, watching.
We move together, synchronized, practiced. I thrust into her while Rogue fucks her mouth. She takes it all, moaning around him, nails digging into the blankets.
I feel her tighten around me, another orgasm building.
“Not yet,” I growl. “You don’t come until I say.”
She whimpers around Rogue’s cock.
I reach down, finding her clit, circling hard. “Now,” I say. “Come for me. Now.”
She shatters, body locking, clenching around me so tight I see stars. I follow, thrusting deep and spilling inside her with a low groan.
Rogue pulls out of her mouth, strokes himself once, twice, comes across her face in hot stripes. Thick ropes paint her lips, her cheek, her throat.
Sting leans over her, hand moving fast on his shaft. He comes across her chest, marking her stomach, her breasts.
We don’t move right away. Just stand there, breathing hard, looking down at her.
She’s covered in us. Marked. Claimed.
I wipe her face with the edge of a blanket, efficient, not gentle. Sting hands her a water bottle. Rogue pulls her upright, checks her knee.
“You okay?” I ask.
She nods, still catching her breath. “Yeah.”
“Good.” I stand, pulling my pants back on. “Get dressed. We’re not done tonight.”
She blinks. “What?”
Sting’s already dressed again, coat back on. “Someone wants to talk to you.”
Vi’s eyes widen. “Who?”
Rogue grins. “You’ll see.”