Chapter Twenty-OneRoe
Chapter Twenty-One
Roe
The sharp contrast between the cool kiss of the wind and the warmth of the sun's rays causes my nipples to harden as I sunbathe topless by the pool. East, hesitant at first, had decided to join me, flinging her bikini top off unceremoniously, shoulders back and tits tilted to the world. It wasn't the first time I had seen another girl's boobs before, and, as always, I admired her feminine form.
Smaller than my own, the softness of her breasts jutted from her chest like tiny hills. Her perky nipples were small and pink, a contrast to the dusky rose brown of my own.
I spy East peaking at my own tits in curiosity before darting her eyes away, embarrassed.
I laugh. "It's ok," I say. "You can look."
East smiles shyly before turning to face me fully. Her eyes took my body in. There is nothing sexual about the way she studies me. Just fascination.
"Huh," she finally says, flopping down onto her chosen pool lounge. "It's funny to think that not once in my life had I considered nipples could be different colors. "
I break out laughing, my tits wobbling with my guts. "Well then, I bet you have never considered the fact that labia’s can be different shades too."
East's mouth drops open, and her eyes glaze over.
Smiling, I continue. "Pink, purple, and anything in between. The color of your skin and ethnicity usually decides for you."
"Ladies!" Law’s voice hollers from behind us, making us both jump.
East is quick to yank her towel across her body. I, however, relaxed back into my seat, not at all bothered that I was about to be exposed to him.
"Fear not! Your afternoon entertainment has arriv- holy fucking tits of an angel!" Law cuts off his spiel as he gapes at my tits, mouth gaping open and closed like a fish out of water. Brett appears at his side, his heated gaze zeroed in on my naked flesh.
"Tits of an angel? You flatter me, Lawson," I smirk, lifting an arm to rest my hand under my head.
Brett's eyes flick to East, who is frozen on her chair like a deer caught in headlights.
"You might want to go get dressed, Easterly," he says, monotone as ever, as his eyes return to me. "Your brother is on his way." As if to reiterate his point, the slamming of the back door has East lurching to her feet and wrapping her body more thoroughly with the towel.
"See you in a bit," she says to me before scuttling off, stooping to grab her bikini top on the way.
Brett and Law eye me like a slice of cake they are eager to devour. I grin, running my free hand between my breasts, goosebumps trailing my fingers as my body begins to respond to the attention.
A shadow falls over me, and I glance up. West is standing over me, his eyes dark with lust, studying me.
He tilts his head to the side. "You have started something I don't think you’re ready to finish."
"Enlighten me, Baby Duke," I tease, circling a nipple with my middle finger.
The wicked grin that spreads across his face has my smile faltering. Shit, what have I gotten myself into this time?
"Brett," he says, eyes not leaving mine. "Take off her panties."
My jaw drops, but before I can utter a 'hell fucking no!' (or would it have been a 'fuck, yes please'?) Brett's fingers are pulling the strings at my waist, his touch sending shockwaves straight to my core. With expert precision, he pulls my bikini bottoms down my legs and drops them at my feet .
A harsh grip pulls my arms above my head, and then West's hot breath is at my ear. "Spread those legs, Princess, show the guys how pretty your pussy is."
Shock and denial have me hesitating, but I can't deny how desperately turned on I am right now. Slowly, I widen my legs. Law and Brett both groan as I bare my slick center to their hungry eyes.
"Fuck, she looks fucking delicious," Law moans, stroking himself through his slacks.
"You hear that, baby girl?" West breathes, his nose brushing the sensitive skin below my ear. I can't help but mewl, my body starving to be touched. "My boys want to taste your sweet pussy. You want them to taste you, Princess?" I whimper, nodding helplessly. "Say it. Tell them to lick your cunt."
"Please," I breathe. "Eat my pussy, Lawson. Taste me, Brett."
They don't need to be told twice. Law kneels between my thighs, pushing my knees up towards my belly and out, then out, spreading me open, before he buries his face in my cunt. I moan as his tongue delves into my soaking center.
"Fuck, she's delicious!" he groans before running his tongue back through my folds .
Brett, who has bypassed my pussy for now, lowers his mouth to my nipple. He opens his mouth wide and bites as much of my breast into his mouth as he can. I hiss at the pain, but it quickly turns into a moan as Law circles my clit. Easing his jaw, Brett sucks my tit into his mouth, his tongue circling my nipple at almost the same pace as Law's tongue on my clit. The overstimulation is almost too much.
"Do you like that, Princess?" West's hushed tone eases the tension running through my body. "Do you like having the mouths of two Dukes on your body? Should we make it three?”
Before I can form coherent words, West's mouth is on my other nipple, sucking and nibbling gently.
"Fuck! West! Law! Brett!" I gasp. "I need…" I can't finish the thought let alone the words, my body tingling in the best possible way.
"You want them to fuck you, Roe?" West asks, placing lazy kisses on my neck. "Are you going to fuck my best friends?"
I nod helplessly. "Yes! Please!"
Before I know what is happening, I am flipped onto my stomach.
A sharp sting on my ass proceeds Brett's instructions to get on my knees. I do so with a whimper, turning to take him in as he steps out of his boxers. I gape at his cock, bobbing proudly at his hips.
Brett smirks, wrapping a hand around the head. "That's right, baby girl," he croons. "It's true what they say about black cocks."
I can only swallow in response before my head is gently turned around, another impressive cock inches from my nose. I tilt my head as I take in the piercings adorning the head, and fuck if it doesn't make me squirm.
Glancing up, Law is studying me seriously. Without his usual mask of humor in place, he could almost be mistaken as a completely different person.
"Are you really ok with this, Roe?" he asks gently.
I turn, realizing Brett is waiting for permission, too, before he fucks me into oblivion. Turning my head the other way, I spy West enjoying the show from East's deserted lounge. He sits on it with his legs spread wide, elbows on his knees, and hands clasped together. He raises an eyebrow. Well, if he is not going to say anything, I will.
I turn my gaze back to Law. His cock is leaking precum as it strains towards me, begging to be sucked.
"Put your cock in my mouth Law," I say. "Let me show you how a real girl gives he- "
The words are barely past the tip of my tongue when he groans, the smooth, velveteen tip of his cock cutting me off abruptly.
I open my mouth, just barely, taking the head in an open-mouthed kiss, my tongue tracing his slit slowly.
"Fuuuck," he groans. Encouraged, I open my mouth wider and suck him down my throat, pushing past my gag reflexes until his balls are tickling my chin. He curses.
At that moment, I feel Brett breaching the walls of my pussy. I groan, my tonsils vibrating around Law's cock as Brett slides in so damn deep I can almost taste him in my mouth too.
"Fuck bro, do that again," Law gasps, thrusting his hips slowly. Brett obliges, pulling out before slamming back home hard . I moan, as well as I can, with a cock down my throat.
"Come on, stop playing with her," West perks up. "Fuck her just like she is begging to be. She can take it."
All pretense is thrown out the door at his words. At the same time, both guys pull out and slam back in. Again. Again. My eyes roll, Brett, hitting that sweet spot inside of me that makes my body tremble in bliss. I choke on Law's cock, tears streaming down my cheeks. He wipes them away gently with an uttered, "Baby girl, I could get used to watching you cry for me."
Brett changes the angle of his thrusts suddenly, and I scream around Law's cock as my orgasm shudders through my body. Before I can come down, they simultaneously pull out. I whimper, my pussy clenching desperately for fulfillment.
"I got you, baby girl," Law whispers, rounding to my backside. He thrusts in unceremoniously, not pausing for my body to adjust for him.
"Oh!" I gasp, Law's cock hitting my g-spot in rapid, hard thrusts. His piercings rubbed alongside my walls in a wholly new sensation.
"Open up."
Brett stands before me, pumping his slick cock in rapid movements. I stick out my tongue and lick his slit. Brett groans as I tease him, licking off my own juices before sucking his tip into my mouth.
"Just like that, I'm going to cum," he groans. I continue dancing my tongue along the sensitive skin beneath the head of his cock, and before I know it, he is cursing, his release squirting down my throat in salty strings. I relish in the pleasured noises he makes, continuing my ministrations until he pulls out, satisfied .
"Good girl," he whispers, leaning close and brushing a stray hair off my forehead. Internally, I preen at the praise, but externally, I can't get a word out as Law starts thrusting into me with new vigor.
"Holy shit!" I gasp. My chest drops to the lounge, leaving my ass in an undignified but wholly pleasurably new position. It doesn’t take long for fireworks to explode once more, and I scream into the cushion, my pussy convulsing around Law's thick cock.
"Shit, she's squeezing me like a vice!" Law groans, his thrusts becoming uneven and desperate before he pulls out suddenly. I collapse onto the sun lounge, rolling to my side to see Law pumping his seed onto the grass, his face twisted in pleasure.
"Princess."
I groan, rolling onto my other side. West leans back onto his chair, completely naked. His beautiful hard cock sits lazily against his stomach.
"I know you're tired, but you are going to come over here and ride my cock like the fucking Goddess you are. Show my boys how much you love my cock. Show them that this cock will be the only cock you will ever sit on again. "
I whimper, my body lethargic and my limbs trembling. But I do as he says. Because he is right. As much as I loved his little sharing act, his cock was what I really wanted.
Groaning, I get up and step slowly towards him. I hear Brett and Law taking a seat on my vacated chair.
I walk to the foot of the lounge, eyeing West as he lazes arrogantly, arms behind his head, waiting for me to make my move. I fall to my hands and knees and begin to crawl up his body. Slowly. As my face nears his cock, I glance up at him before lowering my lips and giving it a peck. And another. He hisses as I open my mouth and suck the head into my mouth gently. I run my tongue around it, my eyes locked on West's face as his jaw drops and brows furrow. I release him with a gentle pop before trailing my lips up his chiseled abdomen, running my tongue along ever-taught muscle.
I trail kisses up his neck to the corner of his mouth but stop just shy of kissing him fully. I lean back and move until I am settled over West's cock, which twitches in excitement as I reach between us and grab it in a firm yet gentle grip.
"You want me to fuck you, Baby Duke?" I croon. "I'll ride you until my cunt has milked you dry. ”
With that, I slide his cock home. We groan in unison as I bottom out. I roll my hips, West's cock rubbing all the right places inside of me in tummy-tingling ways. And then I ride him like the world is on fire, and it is our last chance to be this close, this together , this infinite . My ass bounces with each grind of my hips, and I know West wants nothing more than to palm it or smack it, but he is unyielding in his stance of showing the guys how much I want him. How thoroughly he owns me.
"Fuck, her ass looks so fucking juicy," Law whisper groans off to the side somewhere. I am too focused on West and the pleasure his body gives mine to respond.
"Make yourself cum on my cock, Princess," West demands suddenly, and fuck if my pussy doesn't respond. "That's it, baby, soak my dick."
I tip my head back and scream in pleasure as time and space and everything but West and I cease to exist. At that moment, I swear I could fly. I rock my hips in stuttering but desperate moves as my pussy convulses, determined to bring West to oblivion with me.
And he does.
With a groan from deep in his chest, West's cock twitches inside of me, his cum coating my walls in warm spurts .
I collapse onto West's chest in utter contentment as my eyes drift closed of their own accord.
East joins us in the lounge, Captain Floof trotting happily at her heels. I clap my hands together, and he turns his giant floofiness towards me, plopping to the ground at my feet with an exaggerated sigh.
"Such a tough life, isn't it, Captain Floof?" I coo, reaching down a lazy hand to scratch him behind the ears.
"Captain Floof?" Law asks, cackling. "I always knew his true name couldn’t possibly be Chaos. Utter ridiculousness."
West grunts, annoyed. "Just wait until she renames Zilla and Atticus."
I sit up straight. "Say what now? You guys have dogs too?" I squeal.
East shivers as if repulsed. "You are in for some bitter disappointment, girl. Those two are most definitely not cute and fluffy."
"What are you talking about?" Brett smirks. "Atticus has fur. ”
"Nope! Just no," East says, raising her palms before throwing herself onto the spare couch.
"What is he?" I ask, curious but also in dire need to know what other animals I could be getting cuddly with.
Brett just grins, his white teeth a stark contrast to his rich skin tone.
"You can't keep him from me, Duke!" I holler.
Law stands, "It’s ok, baby girl, I got you." He struts to the balcony and slides the door open. "Cooo-eee!" he hollers to the empty air.
Intrigued, I quickly follow him. He turns and leans his back against the railing, grinning like a child on Christmas morning.
I fold my arms, not impressed. "You're having me on right now, aren't you?" He shrugs. "Well, I don't see no dog climbing the poles to get to you. I mean, maybe a cat, but you don't scream crazy cat lady to me. You asshole! Don't trick me when it comes to ani- HOLY SHIT, WATCH OUT!"
The crow dives from the sky, folding its wings at the last possible second before landing on Law's shoulder with pinpoint accuracy. I gape at the bird as it twists its head and eyes me like I’m a wriggly worm .
"Roe, meet Zilla," Law says, dipping his head to the side to press against the bird's glistening, black feathers.
"No freaking way!" I whisper yell. "You have a pet crow! How? Is that even legal?"
"Technically, she is an Australian raven, commonly falsely identified as a crow,” he sputters off as if quoting Wikipedia or some shit. “I found her as a chick, all pink, prickly, and blind. Ugly little thing. But I was a kid, and I wanted to save it. We hired a licensed bird carer to stay with us for a few months, amazing what a few tears and tantrums can do when you are a Duke and your parents just want you to be quiet." My heart sinks at his words, but I let him tell the story as he absentmindedly pets Zillas' preening feathers.
"I had hoped she was an eagle and was sorely disappointed when the carer explained it was a raven. I was also disgusted when I found out she was a girl," Law laughs softly at himself, eyes glazed as he disappears into his memories. "Godzilla was her original name, but I decided no female should have such a monstrous name.”
"Ahh," I say, nodding. "So, you shortened it to Zilla. I like it. "
"Anyway, as she grew, I started to realize how smart she was. She can sort colours, solve puzzles, and responds when I call. Pretty neat, huh?"
I nod and reach a tentative hand forward. "May I?"
Law hesitates. "I mean, you can try. Zilla is particular about who she lets pet her, though."
Willing to risk my fingers, I continue to reach for the bird. She eyes me, unblinking, as my fingers get closer. Before I can touch her beautiful plumage, she spreads her wings and caws angrily. I jump back before letting out a resigned sigh.
"We will be besties one day, Zilla, just you see," I say.
Law laughs. He gives the bird a peck on the beak before uttering a quiet, "Be free, Zilla."
With another astonishingly loud caw, the bird takes off into the sky, riding the waves of the wind.
"What if she doesn't come back?" I ask Law.
"I have been asking myself that for thirteen years. She always comes home. Though, I did set a tracker around her leg when she was younger, just in case. She never seems to wander far."
I stare in awe at the shrinking streak of black and jump when West calls us back in .
"As fascinating as this has been, we have more important things to discuss."
"Please don't be about the orgy I know ya'll just had by the pool," East cringes. I can't help but laugh at her discomfort. "You weren't exactly quiet about it, you know."
"It's about The Den," West says. I freeze, staring at him with wide eyes.
"The Den? What did you find out?"
West looks to Law and Brett before gesturing for me to have a seat. West explains the argument with his father, the revelation that his father paid people to do his dirty work, and, finally, the upcoming event this Saturday.
"All right, so we go to the hotel on Saturday and attend this so-called event, then what?"
"Hold up, Princess, you are not coming with us."
"The fuck I'm not!"
"We don't know what we are walking into," West counters. "Strip club, fight club, underground drug ring? I won't put you into a position where I might not be able to protect you.”
"I can look after myself, thank you very much! You have no idea what my life has been like! While you have been sitting pretty in your castles, I have been sleeping rough on the streets, getting into fights, selling my body! "
West jumps to his feet and paces the room. "You have just named half the reasons why I can't let you come! You have been through enough, Roe! Besides, this isn't your fight."
I am about to show the entitled asshole just how capable a woman I am when East cuts in.
"Roe, I’m going to have to side with my brother on this one. Who knows what my father has cooked up?"
"What happened to hoes before bros? Come on, East. If it is really so dangerous, the guys might need backup!"
East was silent for a moment, contemplating.
"Ok, a compromise," she says after a moment. West scoffs as I fold my arms, awaiting her verdict. "Roe and I book a room at the hotel for the night. That way, if you need help, we will be close enough to do so."
West stands. "And put my sister in harm's way too? Hell fucking no!"
"No, she is right," I say, my mind buzzing as I think it through. "I'm not happy about missing the action, but I feel more comfortable knowing we are close enough to help if shit hits the fan."
"What about my comfort, Roe?" West hisses. "This is the safety of my sister and my girl we are talking about! "
"I am not your anything!" I yell, stepping up into his personal space.
He matches my step with one of his own. "The fuck you aren't. Your body knows it, it's about damn time your thick skull does too."
"Asshole!" I spit.
"Princess," he counters.
"Go fuck it out, or whatever you need to do," East sighs dramatically, "but we are coming, West. One way or another."
"The hotel does have some pretty solid security in place," Brett says quietly.
"I'm not leaving them alone so close to whatever the fuck this bullshit is!"
"We won't be alone!" I say, a brain wave crashing through the fog. "Trent and Felix will come with us."
West and East yell as one; East squeaky and nervous, West furious.
"What!"
"Fuck off!"
Law hesitantly cuts in. "It’s a good idea, mate. Think about it. The girls get what they want, being close to the action but not too close, and you have the assurance that they will be safe. Set them up in the penthouse for a spa and movie night. Chicks dig that shit. Back me up here, Brett."
Brett is frozen in his seat, my curiosity once again piqued.
"I'll message them now!" East says excitedly. She taps away at her phone and it's bare seconds before her phone chimes with a response. Her shoulders slump. "Felix can't. He has some family event out of town."
Brett visibly relaxes in his seat and West smirks.
"I guess the girl's night will have to be postponed then," he says smugly.
"Not so fast, Baby Duke," I say. "Trent hasn't replied."
In the end, Trent agrees to accompany us on the condition (from West, of course) that he rents out his own room for the night and returns there as soon as the guys come back from The Den.