Chapter 28 #4
It only takes a few minutes before she calms down again, leaning on West’s shoulder as Ezra passes her another tissue. “You guys seriously bought my house?” she asks, her tone laced with disbelief but no anger.
Her body shakes with West’s laughter and Ezra only shrugs. “It helped us have unfettered access to you,” he admits.
Her brows furrow and her eyes narrow on him. Damn she really is so cute. “Speaking of unfettered access, how many cameras are in my house? Or should I say your house?”
He looks to me but I only shrug. I’d have to think about it to answer that question. We did take some out, but we definitely have a lot. We like our angles.
“Twelve,” West answers without hesitation.
“Twelve?” she repeats in shock. “In this tiny house?”
He nods and begins listing off how many we have in each room.
“Oh my god,” she cuts him off, staring at us in horror. “If you guys have watched me poop, I’m actually going to kill myself and then come back to haunt and murder you.”
I couldn’t hold back the cackle if I wanted to. She smacks West’s chest as he laughs with me, but neither of us seem to be able to hold it together long enough to answer her questions. Ezra shakes his head.
“The cameras in the bathroom only cover your shower and in front of your mirror,” he appeases her with a smirk.
Berlyn rolls her eyes. “Oh, only there?”
He cocks his head, his gaze turning predatory. “What? You getting ready to run again, Little Rabbit?”
Her breathing instantly grows heavier, her lips part, and I see just a flash of her tongue. Enough to make my dick grow hard in my pants all over again. “If I do, do you promise to catch me?”
West growls, his chest rumbling as he tightens his grip on her. “I already caught you,” he reminds her, his voice low, almost threatening as he turns back to the bedroom.
Her body has to be tired, aching, ready for a break. I don’t think any of us can give her one though.
“And?” Berlyn prompts, her eyes heavy with desire as she looks up at West. Her arms wrapped loosely around his neck and her fingers buried in the hair at the nape of his neck. His weakest spot.
“I’m never letting go,” he answers, kicking in her bedroom door and tossing her on the bed. “And you’re never going to forget that.”
Her dark blonde hair flies around her like a halo as she lies back on the mattress, giggling.
“Strip, Berlyn,” West commands, the words somehow firm and still soft. The reverent way he speaks only to her.
Berlyn licks her lips, reaching for the hem of the shirt and pulling it over her head.
My breath catches in my throat at the sight of her bare breasts.
We haven’t marked them nearly enough. I need her to be branded with our kisses, marked by our touch, never able to forget who she belongs to. Who belongs to her.
I take over for West, climbing onto the bed as her hands find the waistband of her shorts, pushing them and her underwear down in one motion.
I grab them from her ankles and toss them off the bed.
There’s going to be plenty of laundry for us to fold based on how many outfits are going to end up in the same position.
“Such a pretty girl,” I murmur, cupping her breast in my hand. Berlyn arches her back, leaning into my touch as I brush my thumb over her rapidly hardening nipple. “Can you handle more?” I ask, slightly taunting her as I run my tongue along the curve of her tit.
She’s already nodding before I even finish the question, her eyes locked on the path I take with my mouth. Opening my mouth, I grin before sinking my teeth into the soft flesh of her breast hard enough to leave a mark.
Her moan is the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever heard.
Ezra stands on the side of the bed, slipping his thumb in her open mouth and I watch as she turns her attention to my brother. “Can you handle two of us at the same time?”
My cock twitches at the thought. Her eyes widen and she isn’t quite sure if she can. Not that I can blame her.
“We’ll build you up to that,” Ezra promises, dipping his thumb in and out of her mouth she sucks on it. “You can handle it.”
West watches the whole thing, an intense look of concentration on his face and a smirk that should scare us all. He stays where he is at the foot of the bed, watching as we build our girl up with soft touches and sharp bites until she’s panting and making a mess of her sheets.
He completely strips before joining us on the bed and my mouth goes dry at the sight of both bare, spread out before me.
West steals Ezra’s attention, dragging him down for a kiss and E’s hand wraps around his already hard cock, and pumps his hand over him.
Berlyn watches with a kind of dazed awe, a look of wonder and joy at seeing them together.
This woman, she brings me to my knees over and over again.
“Strip,” West demands, biting E’s lip to punctuate the command. He doesn’t draw blood from him though, fucker. He eyes me, arching a brow, and I follow suit, stripping off my clothes before he can make the demand.
His smile is the only praise I’m going to get. That smirk he saves just for moments like this. It makes my lust double. Bastard knows it too, winking and tossing me a bottle of lube and picking up another one for himself from Berlyn’s bedside drawer.
Her nose scrunches as she watches us and I grin. “We stocked up for you,” I explain and she’s shaking her head, but before she can say anything West is stealing her focus once more.
“On your knees,” he whispers, before kissing her deeply. Berlyn follows his words without thought, rising on her knees to chase his kiss. West shakes his head and Berlyn pouts, pushing her bottom lip out and wrapping her hand around his hard length.
“Does your mouth need something to do?” he asks in a low tone, wrapping his hand round her throat even as she nods. I sit back, enjoying the show and run my hand over my own erection as I watch his internal battle.
This wasn’t a part of West’s plan, but he’s incapable of saying no to her.
“Ass up,” he instructs even as he gives her what she wants, another searing kiss before he guides her face down and his length to her mouth. She licks the tip of his dick, teasing him as much as she can get away with.
Wasn’t West the one to say the nickname Vixen didn’t suit her? I wonder how he’s feeling about that right about now. Seems perfect as she licks and sucks and draws out every moment before finally taking him fully into her mouth and swallowing around him.
His groan is nearly feral.
Ezra moves to his side, gathering her hair in his fist and she allows him to set the pace she bobs on West’s cock.
“Make him feel good, Little Rabbit,” he whispers.
“Drive them both wild. With that perfect tongue and hot throat as you swallow around West.” His free hand stroking down her back, a reminder of what West said.
“And spread those legs so Jude can watch your pussy drip without even being touched.”
Exactly how he instructed, Berlyn’s ass is in the air, giving me the perfect view of the three people I love most in the world. The only three people I have ever truly loved. It’s entrancing to watch the way the three of them move together, so fucking in sync.
My balls ache as I enjoy the show they’re putting on, not even needing to touch Berlyn to know how wet she is. How much she desires us all.
West smacks my legs and nods down to Berlyn and groans when she hollows her cheeks.
“Prep her,” he gets out between gritted teeth before throwing his head back.
Ezra laughs, pushing Berlyn’s head down further, taking West all the way to the back of her throat.
She gags, but is smiling when E releases the pressure and lets her slide West’s length back out to suck on his head.
“Atta girl,” E praises and Berlyn beams. “Do you know how good you look with my brother’s cock in your mouth?”
Popping open the bottle of lube, I generously coat my fingers in it. Berlyn tenses at first touch but is quick to relax once I begin working my fingers in and out of her tight hole. Her body remembers all of the prep we’ve done. Remembers how much she likes it.
The sounds of pleasure she makes are muffled by West, but after a few minutes, he pulls out of her, catching her chin for another kiss. “You drive me crazy,” he says and her smile is wide like it’s the sweetest compliment she’s ever gotten.
Ezra takes his place when West pulls back, kissing her deeply and whispering how good she is for us against her lips.
I curl my fingers, stroking her inner walls and she moans.
“Think how good it’s going to feel to have Jude buried in your ass,” Ezra says, making her body tighten around my fingers.
“Filling you with his come. Marking you as ours.”
Berlyn’s breathing grows heavier and I meet E’s gaze, silently telling him to move it along. She needs more. I increase the pace I thrust two fingers into her tight ass, each pass a little easier, a little slicker. With each one, her back arches a little bit more, pushing back into my fingers.
West grabs the lube and tosses it to Ezra before reclaiming his position in front of Berlyn.
Ezra takes over control, moving both Berlyn and West where he wants and I back up until I’m standing on the side of the bed, pulling Berlyn with me until she’s on the edge.
West is on his knees, guiding his cock to her mouth once more and I slip a third finger into her ass, fucking her with them as she gasps around his length.
Ezra stands on the side of the bed, coating his fingers in lube as he begins to prep West.
Fuck me.
I almost wish I could watch, but nothing could tear me away from Berlyn as she clenches around my fingers. I could take her ass now. She’s more than ready, but I wait for Ezra.
It shouldn’t make a difference, but it does.