Chapter 28
With Blaze’s eyes on me from where he sits beside Cole, the pair of them lounging back on old, cut up, cigarette singed furniture like it’s a throne, a small seating area that’s reserved just for them.
I feel overwhelmed.
This is one of six towers the boys own. I don’t know what goes on in most of them, other than the one I was held in and the one we live in, I didn’t know what the rest were used for. Though, tonight, because they were coming here for an informal business meeting, Blaze explained this tower block is used for pleasure. That their crew lives in one of the other towers and they all congregate here to unwind. There are floors of ravers, different music, different DJs, each level separated by one between made up of bars and restrooms.
The one we’re on, apparently, is one of the quieter levels. I find it hard to believe considering my ears are practically bleeding. Which is why when I winced, rubbing my knuckles against my temple, Blaze threw a look at Flint and with nothing more than a chin lift, he was nudging me out of his lap and passing me over to his younger brother.
Something I’m still not privy to. How they became brothers.
Phoenix’s hand is soft and warm as he leads me through the crush of half-dressed bodies, most of the guys with their shirts off, and lots of the girls the same way. It’s hot in here with all of the people, and the brush of strangers’ skin against my own is making my teeth ache.
Flint is at my back, his hands firm on my hips, his tall body towering way above mine. Head ducked close enough for me to feel the rush of heat down my back from his steady breaths.
It’s comforting, in a strange way, I’ve never wanted to be touched. But when it’s these men, it”s starting to become a craving. Their hands, their breaths, scents, whispered words and stolen kisses. My body reacts at just the thought of any one of them paying me that sort of attention.
Flint’s fingers tighten in the curl around my hips as though he heard my thoughts, his lips barely brushing over the hammering pulse point in my neck before he pulls back. I peer up at him as we keep moving forward, and he winks, licking his lips.
We pop out on the other side of the crowd, heading out of the throng through a large square cut out in the wall into a wide hall. It’s so weird, seeing these former housing blocks turned into whatever these men desired. When I lived here, there were narrow halls with tiny accommodations on the other side of the many steel doors lining either side of them. It’s hard to picture it now.
Adrenaline shoots liquid fire through my veins as the boys take me into the unknown. There were no words passed between us when Blaze indicated they should leave with me, he and Cole staying seated. And even though I find myself trusting these men, the anticipation of where they could be taking me, what they plan on doing to me, is altogether overwhelming.
Phoenix works us through the small clusters of people dotted throughout the hall and then pushes into a room at the far end.
There’s a freshly made bed and slatted blinds over the window like the ones that were in my holding cell when I first arrived, and as Phoenix releases my hand, pushing open the only other door in here to give it a quick sweep, the door swings wider revealing it as a small bathroom.
It’s quiet when Flint shuts the main door, but the click of the lock is like a boom cutting through the silence.
Tension is thick in the air when they both turn to face me, and as they start to prowl forward my feet automatically taking me one back. The backs of my knees bump the mattress, and I drop down onto it hard, hands planting at my sides.
Flint’s grin is this slick knowing win. His pierced tongue licking out to flick over his cupid’s bow. He prowls forward, smooth and fast without any rushing, dropping his curled fists to the bed beside my hands, bending at the waist to get closer.
“What are you doing?” I look up at him, his cocked head dropped over mine, lips hovering above my own.
“Whatever I want,” he grins, eyes tightening just at the outer corners, “you’re mine to play with too.” A shudder rocks through me as he lifts a hand, palming my thigh, before throwing a look back over his shoulder. “Ours,” he says before turning back to face me, the long length of his black hair a jagged inky sheet hanging across his face.
“Our pretty little darling,” Phoenix’s gravelly tone sounds like a sharp, violent whisper in the dark, only the street lamps outside casting their glow through the blinds giving any light.
“You want to be ours too, don’t you, Sugar?” Flint plucks at my bottom lip, dragging it out between his teeth, lashing his tongue over it when he releases it. “You’re part of our fucked up family now.”
It makes my tummy clench, the feeling those words elicit inside of me.
Family.
He kisses my lips, my own mouth chasing him as he immediately pulls back.
“One of us.” He kisses me again, just another peck. “Ours to protect.”
His big hand runs up my thigh, his thumb pressing over my centre through the rough seam of my jeans. I suck in a deep breath at the sudden pressure on my clit, the smile on his face morphing into something darker.
“Ours to touch,” he emphasises his words by knocking free the button of my high waisted jeans, dragging down the zip.
He works his fingers into the front of the parted denim, a hiss escaping both him and me as he feels the soaked lace hidden beneath.
“Ours to fuck.”
A hand winds into the long length of my ponytail at my back, tugging gently. Flint flicks his gaze over my shoulder, his smile wide, he drops his gaze back to mine, massaging my pulsing clit through my knickers.
“That’s it, Nix,” he whispers over my mouth.
My hair is wound around a fist, my head wrenching back, neck jarring, Flint’s hands come to the front of my shoulders shoving me flat to the bed.
Flint stands over me, his chest heaving as he stares across the length of the bed, my eyes roll back to the top of their sockets in search of Phoenix. His rich brown eyes are soft as he looks down at me, crawling onto the bed at my side. He reaches out, smoothing his hands over my face, pushing my curls back.
“We don’t have a lot of time,” Flint says gruffly, both of us turning to see him tug his white t-shirt over his head, drop it to the floor.
I bite my lip, knowing where this is going, the pair of them have been teasing me with little touches all week, and Blaze’s words bounce around the inside of my skull like a ping pong ball, ‘They do everything together, even fucking.’ He’d grunted the words, that thrumming jealousy running rich through his words like a live-wire, but he didn’t tell me we couldn’t. He wants this too. Family.
Ever since that three-way kiss these two men shocked me with, other than their teasing, we haven’t gone past that.
But I’ve imagined it.
Late at night in the arms of Blaze, his cum leaking down the inside of my thighs, I’ve thought of them in their room across the hall. Listening to us. Does it turn them on? Do they wish they were in there with us too?
My breaths are harsh, heart banging against my ribs, chest rising and falling too fast, but I’m ready. I’ve been ready for them for longer than I’d care to admit. The thought of them together is intimidating, Flint is quick and harsh and rough, but Phoenix is always soft. He’ll be careful with me.
Flint’s jeans drop next, the belt buckle clanging as it hits the floor, and he kicks it away. His hands come to my open jeans, black-painted fingernails scratching gently over my belly.
“Lift up, Sugar,” he orders as Phoenix stares deep into my eyes before dropping his mouth to mine.
Hips lifting, feet planted against the mattress, Flint rips my jeans down my legs, tossing them and my boots away in one quick toss. Then he’s palming my calves, my eyes fluttering open, going to his as Nix keeps kissing me, his lips soft and firm as they move over mine.
Flint’s nipples gleam with silver bars, his tattoos a bright mass of colour over his abdomen, green and black flames covering his chest, licking across his skin with the ripple of his muscles as he palms his cock. Metal glinting in the tip, he runs his fist up his hard length, staring down at me like he’s planning on tearing his way through me. But as his bright eyes come to mine, softening just a touch, he releases himself, his dick springing up to tap at his belly. Flint grabs my ankles at the same time Nix pulls back from my mouth, allowing his lover to yank me with a squeal across the bed until my arse is barely hanging onto the edge.
My hands fist the sheets as Nix crawls back towards me, settling back on his haunches at my side.
“Be a good girl, and smile for me,” he whispers, against the shell of my ear, my gaze going to his as he slowly leans back, undoes his jeans, shoving them down his hips, just enough to free his cock. “Can you give me that pretty smile, Darling?” he asks as he runs his hand up his curved length, the head of his cock flushed dark pink as he pulls back on his foreskin.
The smile comes unnaturally, and he frowns when he sees it, unhappy with the lie I plaster onto my mouth. I’m waiting for him to say something sinister about it. I know he has a thing about sadness, but no one really talks about it when he makes unusual comments about smiles, so I don’t pry.
Instead of commenting, he looks to Flint, “I have a better use for her mouth right now anyway.” And then he’s slotting his dick between my parted lips and shoving it deep.
I can’t help the cough that splutters up my chest, my air sticking in my throat as the head of his cock smothers the back of my throat. Eyes watering, I stare up at him, my hands grasping at him. He does nothing, unmoving, one hand on the base of his dick, the other coming to my throat, fingers tightening around my throat, feeling himself through my skin.
He’s the one to smile, my nails cutting into his forearms, “You look so pretty, Darling.”
I glance desperately at Flint, a soft smile on his own mouth as he stares at Nix, gifting me his attention when he realises I’m looking at him.
He gives a soft laugh, “Oh, Sugar, you should know better than anyone,” he says, reaching towards my face, his fingers run down my wet cheek, lacing with Phoenix’s around my throat. The pressure making my eyeballs feel like they’re going to explode, “It’s always the quiet ones.”
Flint draws back, hooking one of my legs over the crook of his elbow, both of them still squeezing my neck, and Flint’s cock is filling my pussy with one hard thrust of his hips. Nix draws out of my mouth, their fingers loosening on my throat just enough for me to gulp in air before they’re both fucking back into me.
They move in tandem, Flint’s cock a harsh drag along my tensing walls, Nix’s cock hitting my tonsils. Tears stream down my face as they fuck me, everything inside of me wanting to scream with the lack of air, but every time I feel like I might die if I don’t catch a breath, Phoenix pulls back, letting me breathe, stroking my cheek tenderly before thrusting back inside brutally.
Panic is welling up inside me, the lack of air, the cock filling my throat, the roughness of both of them at the same time.
I want Blaze.
I want Cole.
I think I want to stop.
Suddenly, they release my neck, the tendons pulled taut. Flint grabs one of my hands from where it’s wrapped around Nix’s forearm and laces his fingers with mine, pushing the back of my hand into the mattress beside my head. He comes over me, smothering me with his shadow and the hard planes of his body as he grinds his cock inside of me, making my back arch, a keening sound tumbles up my throat, muffled by Phoenix’s length held deep.
Fear pulses through me, my body thrashing on instinct. Wanting them off. Out of me. Their hands and their breaths. All of it is too much. I’m too hot, too trapped. And I’ve never done this before, I’ve never given a blow job, I’ve never been fucked in two places at once.
Flint drops his mouth to my cheek, dragging a wet kiss along the arch of my cheekbone, his lips brushing my ear, not slowing the rapid roll of his hips.
“Remember when we took you,” he whispers into my ear, his lover’s cock rubbing over the flat of my tongue as he gives me a moment to breathe. “I felt how turned on you were when we finally caught you. How fucking soaked you were when I shoved my fingers inside your jeans.” He sucks in a sharp breath, his nose nudging against my temple, my lips beginning to suckle on the tip of Phoenix’s cock. “You looked so beautiful, running away, bleeding,” he breathes hard against my neck, his teeth nipping at my jaw. “But you still weren’t as wet as you are now.”
Flint rears up, his hand tightening in mine, his other hand coming to my inner thigh, palm pressing flat, he pushes me wider, fucking me deeper and I suck on Nix’s cock harder, hollowing my cheeks.
“The fear gets you wet, Sugar. You’ve never sucked cock before,” he smirks knowingly, making my cheeks heat. “But look how fucking good at it you are,” he praises.
Phoenix’s hand comes to my cheek, a soft smile on his face that contrasts dangerously with the way he rams himself into the back of my throat, my teeth grazing his hard flesh as he does.
Then they come together above me in a sloppy kiss, all teeth and tongues. Nix’s hands roam all over me, stroking and sweeping over my body, shoving up my top to grab my breast, twisting and plucking my nipple, his other hand palming my forehead, holding me still for him to continue plundering my mouth.
A whine rips up my throat as his hand runs from my chest down my belly, his fingers finding my clit, and even in this, he’s violent. His fingers press hard against the swollen bundle of nerves, and unforgivingly, he tortures me with fast circles of his fingers.
I writhe beneath them, watching them kiss, before they tear apart, saliva joining them even as they separate, dropping their eyes back to me, and under the gaze of them both I come apart.
Heat washes up my spine, an explosion of fire igniting in my belly, my legs twitch and tighten, the heel of my foot kicking into Flint’s arse cheek relentlessly.
My eyes fly open as soon as Flint demands it of me with a choked, raspy growl, “Look at me when you come, Sugar.”
Stars flashing across my vision. They fuck into me harder, faster, both my throat and pussy convulsing around them. Flint slams into me, pushing himself as deep as he can go, and then he’s coming. Filling me with his hot cum as Nix tears himself from my mouth.
“Stick out your tongue,” he rasps, my body jostling with the continued, but slowing, pumps of Flint’s hips.
I stick out my tongue, jaw aching, my mouth open as Nix takes himself in his hand, pumping himself once, twice, before his cum is erupting from his tip. Landing on my chin, my cheek, my lip. Everywhere but my tongue.
With heavy breaths, Flint releases the pressure on my thigh, his fingertips probably leaving bruises behind. He smooths his hand over the sore spots before running his hand up and over my hip, closing over the side of my waist, his thumb climbing up the jagged scar in my belly.
He dips his face to mine, my lips moving towards his, my breaths harsh, but his mouth lands on my cheek, sucking his lover’s cum into his mouth. He licks and sucks across my face, not missing a single drop. As he does, I lay still, his cock softening inside of me.
I stare up at Phoenix. His cheeks are pink, his blonde ringlets sticking with sweat to his forehead, but he’s smiling down at me, and I feel my own lips slowly pulling into a soft curl.
He exhales, like he’s been waiting, wanting, his gaze flickering between Flint and I as Flint continues to lap at my face, “You took us so well, Darling,” he coos, stroking his fingers through my hair. “Such a pretty thing. Our good girl.”
Flint’s lips find mine, his thumb working open the hinge of my jaw, parting my lips for him. And then his tongue is pushing between my lips, salty and tart with Nix’s cum. I groan into his mouth as he feeds me with it, Phoenix catches a drop that escapes, his finger pushing it into our mouths. Both of us licking over each other’s tongues. Together, we suckle on his finger before swallowing down his cum. Kissing lazily as Nix brings his mouth to join us, our tongues lazily licking, lips gently plucking, noses bumping.
Flint is the first to break away, both of them flopping either side of me on the bed. All of us breathing hard, our chest heaving. They thread their fingers through mine, Nix on my left, Flint on my right, and then they both turn to look at me. I don’t open my eyes, the smile still playing on my mouth.
“Ours,” Flint whispers, pressing a kiss to my damp cheek.
“Ours,” Phoenix sighs, bringing my knuckles to his lips.
“Yours.”