Chapter Nineteen
Carter
Yun wrapping her lips around my fingers felt like a gift I never actually deserved. The fact that she obeyed so sweetly, that she trusted me enough to give in no matter how horrible her past had been, excited me.
I knew I was a pervert, but times like this really drove the point home.
And not a pervert like Ingram, someone who knew every last kink there was and had all but no hard limits.
No, I was more of a natural pervert, someone who craved control over someone else, who wanted to feel them trapped beneath me, who enjoyed the struggle between what they wanted and what I’d give them.
It meant that Yun opening her lips all on her own and doing as I said was the biggest fucking turn-on ever.
She did a good job, too, wrapping her tongue around my finger, drenching it with her saliva. Then again, I’d made it perfectly clear where these fingers were going shortly—she’d be smart to get them as wet as possible.
At the same time, she rolled her hips, rising just a bit and lowering herself to ride Kenyon. It made her thighs tense, and I didn’t stop teasing her clit during any of it. I wanted her lost to pleasure.
I hadn’t been joking about how difficult it had been to hold back all night, to know she was dreaming the filthiest things, to know just how tight and wet her cunt would have been, and not be able to do a damn thing about it.
It meant I planned to enjoy myself fully.
“So what were you dreaming about?”
She didn’t answer, but she didn’t stop sucking on my fingers, either.
“No answer? Come on, how can you feel shy when you’re literally fucking yourself on Kenyon’s cock?”
“Don’t say that,” Kenyon gritted out through his teeth.
It made me chuckle, amused by Kenyon’s struggle not to come. Not that I planned to make it any easier on him. I enjoyed torturing everyone just a bit.
“She was in a bar.” Shear answered, and a glance to the side showed he was stroking his own cock. It was strange at times to see him getting himself off, since he’d never seemed all that sexual of a person. Guess even he had it in him.
“That was all because of you,” Yun said, voice breathy, my fingers slipping from her mouth.
“No, it isn’t. I can create an atmosphere to steer a dream, but you pick the specifics yourself.”
I moved my hand down her body, between where we were pressed together, to tease her ass. “Since she wants to keep secrets, why don’t you tell us, Shear?”
He nodded, his voice deeper than usual, his eyes so bright that they cast shadows. “She wore this short dress in a crowded bar, drinking a cocktail.”
“Well, we already know what alcohol does to this girl.” I pressed harder, not entering her but enjoying the way her hole twitched against my fingers.
It felt like begging, but whether it was for more or less, I doubt even she knew.
“She was looking ahead and someone came up behind her. They reached beneath her dress and started to rub her pussy.”
“And you just let them do that? What a naughty girl.”
She whimpered and tensed at my words, but her hips moved faster. Guess she enjoyed a bit of humiliation?
“She spread her feet apart and leaned against the bar. The person yanked her panties, snapping the fabric, then plunged their fingers into her. The whole time, she kept her eyes forward like nothing was happening.”
As Shear spoke, I considered how exactly we could make that happen in real life. I had to admit, I loved the idea of taking her like that, of fucking her from behind, of taking her while she had to pretend nothing was going on. It felt in some ways like the ultimate form of control.
“Then they pulled out their fingers, but she was only empty for a second before they drove their cock into her. It was thick, and she dropped her head to the bar to hide her reaction.”
I could picture the whole damn thing in my head, the way she would tremble, the noise in the bar, the risk of others noticing. Part of me wondered if Shear might just be able to help with that particular fantasy.
I glanced over toward him, my eyebrow lifted. Could he make us basically invisible in a crowd of people?
He nodded.
Sounds like a good fucking plan.
I pressed harder with my fingers, one finally slipping past her tight ass and into her. She made a panicked little sound, but it excited me all the more.
“What a good girl,” I reassured her, and the praise did just as much as the humiliation had earlier. Maybe she just liked my voice? I’d talk until I lost my voice if that was the case.
I rubbed harder at her clit while I fucked her with my finger. It seemed she wasn’t going hard enough for Kenyon, because he reached out, grabbed her hips, and started to thrust up and into her. Each time she gasped, but her ass tightened around my finger.
She was close, nearly falling off that edge.
Fuck, so was everyone else. A look around the room showed it. Kenyon fucked her with hard thrusts, his muscles standing out on his abs. Shear stroked his cock, his eerie gaze locked on her, and Ingram stared, not touching himself, as if transfixed by the sight.
It was strange to see Ingram not getting himself off, but judging by the way his hard cock dripped pre-cum, I had to think the sight alone was working for him.
I moved from one finger to two, and when she complained, I let my voice come out darker, more true than I usually allowed.
“Take them—they’re already far thinner than my cock.
Ingram got your cunt first, but I’ll take your ass first, so make sure you’re ready for that next time.
” I didn’t hide any of my darkness, any of the monster that I knew I was at my core.
I didn’t pretend to be nice, to be dumb, to be all the things that the world accepted.
I let her see the real me. She could try to run if she wanted, but I was pretty damn sure we were well past that. I couldn’t see any way I’d ever let her go, not after this.
It must not have scared her off, since she tightened impossibly around my fingers, her head falling back as though she couldn’t draw in enough air.
Kenyon came next, pulling her down so he was as deep as possible. I’d seen him staring at families before, and I was pretty fucking sure he was picturing knocking her up.
It wasn’t possible, of course, but when did kinks care about reality?
I gave him just long enough for him to shudder, to finish, before I removed my hand from the front of her shorts and pushed her forward, against Kenyon’s chest.
His softening cock slipped from her, his cum escaping, and the sight seared into me. I didn’t wait any longer, plunging into her waiting cunt. I kept my fingers in her ass, and each time I thrust forward, it drove my fingers deeper into her as well.
She had her forehead pressed against Kenyon’s chest, but she took every thrust, her back arched like she offered me everything.
Which was a dangerous thing to offer a man like me.
I groaned, knowing I wouldn’t last long, that I wouldn’t be able to hold off, not with how tight and warm her body was. I fucked her hard, enjoying the way her wet pussy pulsed around me, still sensitive from coming already.
Not that I planned for that to be her only orgasm.
Hell no—we weren’t charity cases.
So I snapped my hips forward, chasing all the best spots for her, hanging on just long enough to get her off again.
And sure enough, she cried out, her pussy going from the waves of tightness to a vise grip, her body going rigid, even her ass seeming to cling to my fingers.
And resisting any longer was a pointless attempt, so I let myself go. I came, adding my own seed to Kenyon’s.
Sure, I didn’t have the fantasy of knocking her up, but marking her in that way, leaving myself so deep inside of her, well that sure as hell got me off. It fed some primal part of me that wanted to make her mine in every way possible.
I leaned forward, panting, unwilling to withdraw even though I’d finished. I left kisses along her sweat-soaked back until she shifted, reminding me that she probably wasn’t in the most comfortable position.
I pulled out my fingers first, teased again by the way her ass didn’t let go. When I withdrew my cock, she collapsed forward against Kenyon’s chest.
My breath sawed in and out of my lungs, but I took a moment to look around, the reality hitting me again.
We couldn’t live without this woman anymore, and something like that didn’t bode well for anything that dared threaten her.