Chapter 12 Blue
Blue
What the fuck? Like seriously, what the actual fuck? I thought this was about a little payback for what I did to them but they want…more? More with me? My head’s still reeling from the quick and brutal orgasm they just gave to me.
It was shocking just how quickly they were able to make my body explode. But hearing this? That’s even more shocking. I mean…I know I’m a fucking bombshell babe but one night together and they want to start picking out matching holiday sweaters?
What… the… fuck?
I’m seriously down for a good dicking, especially as they’ve made it clear that they aren’t really mad at me for doing them dirty, but more than that? Umm, sorry, that doesn’t really fit into my five point fuck the world action plan. No matter how great the dicking is.
Red's grin widens as he stands, pulling me up with him and then flips his mask completely off.
"Challenge accepted."
I stare at his face, taking in every feature for the first time before he flips me onto the couch and kneels between my thighs, spreading my legs wide, his hands sliding up higher dragging my dress with them.
“I need my mouth on your sweet pussy again, baby. Let's see how long you can hold out."
He dives in, his tongue lapping at me slowly, savoring every inch, his fingers parting my folds to expose my clit. I gasp and reach for him, hands fisting in his hair, my body arching as he works me with expert precision.
Black and Green move in to help with Black pinching my nipples through the dress, twisting just enough to make me cry out in need of more. Green leans over to whisper dirty praise in my ear.
“Such a good girl riding his tongue.”
"You taste like heaven, Blue," Red murmurs against my skin. "Come for me, show us how much you want this."
My moans build as my body starts trembling again and the overload of sensations make me come again with a scream echoing through the room at how intense it is. I lift my head to see my wetness coating Red's chin as he pulls back, licking his lips with a satisfied smirk.
"See? You need us."
They all stroke my body as I come down from the high and Black hands me a glass of water, brushing my hair back as I drink deeply and catch my breath.
"Think about it, Blue," Green says softly. "We’re like you, survivors, fighters. We grew up poor, scraping by, pulling cons to eat. We get it. We get how it feels to rage against the world and all its unfairness. Team up with us, and we will always have your back."
He smirks at me and brushes the back of his hand over my wet pussy. “And your front.”
I sip the water to buy myself some time as my mind whirls at all the possibilities forming a partnership with them would bring. I study each of them in turn and consider it. My internal shields slip a bit and the ache of loneliness flares hard but I slam them back up.
No, these guys aren’t the same as me at all.
Sure, they robbed some rich prick but that was for themselves.
What I do is different. I mean, I’m not a fucking saint by any means but I’m looking at the bigger picture - I have a purpose bigger than just how much money I can take for myself.
I keep some of it because again, not a saint, but I give most of it away to other victims to try and help heal a little of what these greedy fuckers I take down have done to them too.
No, I have a plan and I need to stick to it but there’s no harm in getting a few more O’s out of this so I flutter my lashes and say, "Maybe. But I’m not convinced yet."