26. Leni
26
LENI
I don’t wait until the water turns all the way hot before I step under the spray of the shower. My body jolts in shock and a shiver shoots down my spine as the cool water hits my skin. I breathe through the urge to get back out until the water turns warm and then slowly hot. My muscles relax, and I sigh into the steaming air.
The last few days passed in a blur. I feel like a robot going to school and participating in classes, while a threat continuously looms over us. I try to act normal, but I must be a bad actress because both Colt and Nix constantly ask me if I’m all right. I tell them I’m fine, but we all know it’s a lie.
How can I be fine when our lives are a complete clusterfuck right now?
I wet my hair and wash it with my favorite shampoo before I shave my legs and armpits. Lathering my body with shower gel, I massage it into my skin while remembering how the guys gave me a bath the other day. They have never been that gentle with me before and though it has been nice to see this softer side of them, something about it feels off.
I feel like the guys are not being themselves around me. It’s like they are pretending to be someone they are not.
Are they trying to change who they are for me?
While I rinse off, I let the question run through my mind. What if that’s exactly what they are doing? Somehow that thought makes me sad. I don’t want them to change. But why? Why in the heck would I not want them to change?
The answer lies on the tip of my tongue, but I’m too embarrassed and disappointed in myself to even think about it. But of course, now I can’t stop thinking about it.
I like their darkness. I crave that depraved part of them, and I want them to hurt me sometimes. I shake my head at the realization. Something in me wants them in a way I shouldn’t. Or at least that’s what it feels like. It feels wrong to want this, yet thinking about them pushing me to my limits and beyond has my pussy clench.
Yes, there is definitely something wrong with me.
Turning the water off, I step out of the shower and wrap myself in a large, fluffy towel. I use a smaller towel to dry my hair while I look at myself in the mirror. My cuts and bruises from the accident are all pretty much healed now. Only some faint yellow spots remain on my arm, but I guess even those will be gone by tomorrow.
I wonder if my marks are the reason for the guys treating me like I’m made out of glass, or was it the freak out I had last time we had sex? My guess is the latter. How can I tell them that I’m ready to have sex again, sex without them holding back? Because I can handle it, right?
Staring at my reflection, I let all my questions, doubts, and fears run through my mind until my hair is almost dry.
Taking a deep breath, I straighten my spine and reach for the edge of the towel to tuck it free. It falls into a heap around my feet, and I step out of it to walk to the door. My hand is trembling slightly as I reach for the handle to open it.
Ignoring my shaking fingers, I walk down the hallway and into the living room, where Colt and Nix are watching TV. They both look up almost at the same time. Their eyes go wide, and Colt’s jaw actually drops.
“Hi,” I say dumbly, while standing completely naked in front of them.
“Hi.” Nix grins back, sitting up a little straighter.
“What are you doing?” Colt asks while his gaze roams my body lustfully.
What am I doing? Trying to seduce them, I guess. Which I’m apparently pretty bad at. What if they don’t want me anymore?
Doubt weasels its way into my mind, but I don’t let it take hold before clarifying, “I was thinking we could have sex.”
“Okay.” Nix is on his feet a moment later, reaching for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head.
“Hold on a second.” Colt stands up as well, grabbing Nix by the arm before he can get to me.
My heart sinks. Colt doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want me.
“It’s fine if you don’t want to,” I blurt out. Crossing my arms over my chest, I suddenly feel as naked as I am.
“What? No, it’s not that. I just want to hear that you are sure about this. A lot has been going on and last time…” Colt trails off, probably not wanting to bring up the past. He runs his hand through his hair before continuing. “I guess I’m just surprised. You never initiate, that’s all.”
“Oh…” I guess I didn’t think about it that way. “It’s just you haven’t initiated anything, and I feel a little… I don’t know… neglected.”
“We didn’t mean for you to feel like that,” Nix chimes in. “We thought you needed some time.”
“And I did, but I also need you—both of you.” My voice falters into a whisper as I admit it out loud. My cheeks heat, and I look between Nix and Colt, scanning their faces, trying to figure out what they are thinking. Both of them stare at me like they don’t know what to say, so I tell them what’s on my mind. “I don’t want you to treat me like I’m breakable, either. I can handle you… both of you,” I say, keeping my voice laced with confidence.
“Are you sure about that?” Nix asks with a smirk.
I nod and smile at them. A moment of silence passes before Colt’s lips finally turn up, and I know he is on board. I almost sigh in relief.
Unfolding my arms, I wrap them around Colt’s neck as soon as he is close enough. His lips find mine in a searing kiss as he picks me up and carries me into the bedroom, with Nix following us close behind. I wrap my legs around Colt, loving how the rough material of his jeans rubs against my bare pussy.
He drops me onto the bed, where I bounce a little on the mattress. Before I can recover, Nix is on me. He must have gotten undressed on the way because his naked body is covering mine. He spreads my legs and positions himself between my thighs. Then he enters me with one harsh thrust.
I groan at the rapid intrusion, thankful that I’m wet enough to take him like this. My eyes squeeze shut and my nails rake over his back as he stretches my walls almost painfully. He doesn’t wait for me to adjust and get comfortable. He simply starts fucking me like a starving man having his first meal.
He snakes his arms around my torso, hooking his hands over my shoulders so he can hold me against him while he thrusts into me violently. His face rests in the crook of my neck, his mouth opens, and he presses his tongue against my sensitive skin. He licks me softly before sinking his teeth into my flesh.
I yelp out in surprise, more than pain. Instinctively, I try to wiggle away, but Nix has me in an iron grip. He chuckles darkly, fanning hot breath against my wet skin. Goosebumps pebble over my arms and a shiver runs down my back as my pussy clenches down on Nix’s cock.
He snickers again, before roughly sucking on the spot he just bit. Pain and pleasure courses through me, all of it rushing between my thighs, where Nix’s cock impales me with every thrust.
I’m so overwhelmed with what Nix is doing to me, I’m only vaguely aware of Colt’s hand wrapping around my ankle. He moves my leg up, spreading me open for his brother to go even deeper.
“Fuck, how does this cunt feel so good?” Nix grits out while fucking me into the mattress. “I feel you clenching down, slut. You like when we fuck you like this. Like you’re our sex doll. We can do whatever we want to you. Use all your holes until you bleed and there is nothing you can do about it…”
His depraved words should have me revolting, instead it sends jolts of pleasure to my core.
“You’re nothing but a filthy whore, a cum dumpster for us to use. Just keep your legs spread so we can have your pussy and ass whenever and however we want…”
He keeps grunting vile things into my ear while his thrusts become more erratic. His fingers dig into my shoulders as he pushes me down onto his cock. He is so deep inside of me, I can feel the tip bumping against my cervix.
Nix shoves his cock into me a few more times before I explode. A tidal wave of pleasure washes over me, taking my breath away. My whole body shudders while an intense orgasm ripples through me. My heart races in my chest as I try to get my breathing under control.
Nix doesn’t stop fucking me through my release, which only makes it last longer and feel stronger.
When I’m finally coming down, my body goes slack in Nix’s hold, and he slows himself at last. He is breathing heavily too, and I can feel the sheen of sweat between our bodies.
Now that he is going slower and the high from my orgasm is fading, I can feel my pussy is already getting sore. Each of Nix’s lazy pumps sends tiny ripples of pain through my core. Nix was anything but gentle, which was exactly what I asked for. But I can’t help but wonder how much is yet to come?
Nix suddenly pulls out and untangles himself from me. My eyes fly open to see him and Colt switching places. Colt is also naked now, his muscular torso flexing with each movement. His cock is rock hard, pointing straight at me.
I lick my dry lips and look up at Colt through hooded eyes. When I see the way he stares at me, I swallow hard. His pupils are dilated, his eyes looking almost black. His shoulders are tense, and his hands are balled into fists by his side. He looks unhinged, almost mad, and for a moment, I think I might have done something wrong.
“I want to do things to you, Leni… devious things. I want to hurt you.” He admits through clenched teeth. He looks like he is holding on by a thin string, and I’m not sure what he is going to do next. Right now, he is unpredictable.
I’m lying in front of him, naked, with my legs spread, and he is telling me he wants to hurt me. But this is not anyone. This is Colt who is saying these things to me. My boyfriend who loves me, and I have to trust that he would not take it too far again. I have to believe that he only breaks parts of me he can rebuild after.
“Are you sure you can handle more? Your pussy is already red and puffy,” Colt says, glancing between my legs. He looks back up at my face, and I can see the worry flickering in his eyes.
“I can handle more,” I assure him, though I’m not one hundred percent sure myself.
He must be able to see the hesitation in my face. “How about a safe word?” he suggests.
“A safe word?” I repeat.
“Yeah, when you say it, we know you can’t take any more,” he explains, like I don’t know what it means. “We’ll stop when we hear it.”
“Okay,” I agree, nodding before looking at Nix standing behind Colt.
He looks less than amused with a safe word, but he nods back at me regardless, letting me know he will also respect this boundary.
“Let’s go with the classic.” Colt grins, probably remembering the time I made him watch Fifty Shades of Grey with me. “Your safe word is red.”
I nod again. Feeling a little less nervous, I relax back into the mattress.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask curiously.
“You’ll see,” Colt tells me with a mischievous grin. “Nix, hold her down for me,” he orders his brother, who gleefully obliges.
Nix climbs on the bed and slides behind me. He grabs me under my arms and pulls me between his legs until my back is resting against his chest. I lean back, relaxing against him when he grabs my wrists roughly. With a little too much force, he crosses my arms over my stomach and pulls them down so I’m tightly hugging myself.
Colt gets up from the bed and stands by the dresser. He digs into the top drawer for something, before getting out a bottle of lube. He closer the drawer and walks back over to us.
He gets onto the bed where he kneels between my legs. He spreads them apart with his thighs as he scoots closer. His gaze is on me, his eyes dark and predatory. He looks at me like I’m his prey, and he is the hunter going in for the kill shot.
My breath hitches and real fear creeps up my spine. Colt’s face darkens further as a chilling grin pulls on his lips. He can see I’m scared, and he likes it. It turns him on.
I wiggle in Nix’s hold, which only makes him tighten his grip on me.
Colt pops open the bottle of lube before pouring a healthy amount over my pussy. Enough that some runs down my slit and over my ass. I shudder at the coldness while wondering what Colt has planned for me.
He throws the bottle aside and brings his hand to my center. His fingers slide through my folds with ease, teasing up and down before he shoves two fingers into my tight channel. I throw my head back against Nix’s shoulder at the sudden intrusion.
Colt pulls out his fingers just to push them back inside a little more forcefully. He thrusts all the way in until his knuckles are pressed against my pussy lips. He turns his hand while bending his fingers inside of me. The intense feeling makes me moan softly.
“You like that, don’t you,” Colt says, his voice low and rough. “Let’s see how you feel with another.”
I’m about to ask him another what? When I feel Colt adding a third finger into my pussy. I’m glad for the excessive lube now, because it seems to ease the stretching sensation as he forces a third digit into me.
It takes him a moment to get all of them in before he starts fucking me again. Each of his strokes stretching me further. I feel really full and since I’m already a little sore, there is some slight pain as well but nothing I can’t handle. Matter of fact, I welcome the small sting of pain. A pressure begins to build in my lower belly, and I know if he would just touch my clit right now, I would come apart for him.
“You are taking three pretty well. Can you take four?” Colt rasps out.
“I don’t know,” I say without thinking, because I really don’t know. I feel pretty maxed out already and though he would only be adding his pinky, it’s still a lot to take.
“Let’s find out,” Colt grits through his teeth before he enters me again with all four of his fingers.
I squeeze my eyes shut at the sharp pain of being stretched. When I open them again, I find Colt smirking while he looks between my legs. “You are so tight. I want to know how much you can take. How much can we stretch out this little cunt?”
“Fuck yeah,” Nix murmurs behind me, his hard cock pressed against my lower back. A constant reminder of what is still to come.
It takes me a few strokes to adjust, but I finally breathe through the discomfort of being stretched to the fullest. It’s not until I see the mischievous glint in Colt’s eyes that I realize he is still not done with me. He meant what he said. He wants to know how much I can handle. And right now, what it means is if I can take his whole fist.
“I don’t think I can take more than that,” I admit, but Colt is already grabbing the bottle of lube again, pouring more over his hand.
I shake my head and wiggle in Nix’s arms, but there is no budging. He holds me down with ease while his brother brings his hand between my legs once more.
“Wait,” I beg, trying to close my legs. Colt pries them apart, using his body and free arm to keep me spread.
“Relax, or this will hurt.” Nix is breathing heavily in my ear while my own chest is heaving.
I swallow hard and squeeze my eyes shut as I feel Colt’s fingers enter me. His fingertips feel fine, but the deeper he goes, the wider his hand gets. I grind my teeth together as he forces his hand into my aching pussy. The pressure is enormous now and the pain almost unbearable.
Short and shallow breaths are all I can suck in at the moment, which makes talking a little hard. “I can’t…” I grit out through clenched teeth.
“Yes, you can,” Colt quips. “You can take my fist like a good little slut.”
I groan. His cruel words egg me on, reigniting the fire I felt earlier.
“I’m almost in all the way, just a bit more.” Colt’s voice is filled with excitement as he continuously works his fist into me.
Every time I think I can’t take any more, he pushes in another inch, the fullness ever growing and the pain slowly rising.
I grind my molars together. My safe word is sitting at the tip of my tongue, ready to be blurted out when something rubs against my clit. The sensation is so intense, I shudder.
“I think you can come with my fist inside of you,” Colt says roughly. “Come for me while I have your little pussy stuffed to the brim.”
I shake my head. Unable to believe that I can come, but as Colt rubs his thumb over my engorged clit, pleasure builds in my core, spreading like a wildfire without rain.
“Come for us,” Nix growls into my ear, his tone demanding.
Colt pinches my clit—pressure and pain come together in a crescendo of pleasure. My whole body tightens as an overwhelming orgasm rushes through me. The fullness in my core makes my release different, more intense, and definitely longer. My mind goes blank, my thighs quiver, and I make a wonton sound I’ve never heard before.
When I eventually come down from my high, I relax back against Nix, who still has a tight hold on me. Colt moves his fist inside of me, and I shudder again.
“Knew you would like this,” Colt admits.
“I hope you don’t think we are done with you yet.” Nix chuckles behind me.
“I didn’t think you were,” I quip. The only question is, how much more can I handle?