Chapter 28 #5
“Who cares if he does? Adds to the reputation.” I walk over to the shower curtain and fling it open, finding Ash with his blindfold on, leaned up against the wall and waiting.
“Bend him over,” I command, triggering Alexei to grab Ash and put him in a compromising position over an old wooden laundry shoot.
It’s nailed shut now, just a spot to sit.
Ash grunts as he’s draped over it like a captive, his arms bound behind his back by Alexei’s strong hand.
Opening my locker again, I retrieve the strap-on and the lube, taking my pants off before I bother to put it on.
Skin-to-skin contact is important. It’s like a game of cat’s cradle, getting the fucking strap-on in place around my thighs and hips.
Filling one of my palms with lube, I grasp onto the silicone with a firm grip and give it a sharp jerk.
“I’ve just discovered a new kink,” Bohnes whispers reverently, crouching at the edge of the lockers and peering down at me like a possessed fuckboy owl. “The way those straps cup your ass, it’s enough to make me blow.”
“Get down here.” I drag Ash’s pants over his hips and slap his pale ass, giving it a violent little squeeze as a follow-up. “You’re all going to take turns on him, and even though Ash doesn’t like it, he’s going to do what he’s told.”
Ash is trembling. Blindfolded. Not helpless, but surrendering of his own free will. Trusting me.
Fitting the head of the small silicone cock against his pink ass, I add an extra dollop of lube before I nudge my hips forward and breach him. He makes a sound that’s a little unsure, his hands clenching even as Alexei maintains that tight grip.
Widow has a wary expression on his face, struggling to watch me take Ash like that.
“If you need to leave, Adrian, then leave.” I lick my lips. “Or…you can say parking space…”
“Fuck.” I’ve pissed him off now, and he’d rather prove me wrong than let his trauma take hold of him.
Widow is the first to step up behind me, borrowing some of the lube, and pressing the crown of his cock against me.
His hands reach around me, grasping Ash by the hips.
Locking down tight. Ash curses viciously, and then Widow is thrusting us both forward, impaling me on his dick and impaling Ash on mine.
I’m pinned between their bodies as Widow assumes control of all our movements, the depth and speed and intensity.
Ash is moaning, his own dick uselessly crushed against the wooden platform.
Rain comes down even harder on the roof above us, marking the moment when the closest streetlight to us goes out for good, plunging the room into anonymity and shadows and secrets.
Widow switches out for Bohnes. Same position. Monster cock inside of me. Hands on Ash’s hips. Vicious and punitive, Bohnes leaves me as breathless and crushed as Ash.
Alexei is next, helping me get as sore as Ash’s poor virgin ass is going to be. By the time Alexei’s done, it’s just me and Ash left without orgasm and near to tears. This time, I put my hands on his hips and ride him the way I want to.
That’s when he blows his load, like he was waiting for my touch specifically.
Cum spurts all over the floor, leaving a shiny puddle that I’ll absolutely be cleaning up. Mine, remember?
I slip out of him and pull my overalls back up, hiding the strap-on underneath them. I’ll take it off when we get back to Bohnes’ place. We’re headed over there in a minute to grab the killdozer.
“You can take your blindfold off,” I tell Ash, breathing pretty hard myself. I’ve had no shortage of sex. I’m fine without another orgasm.
Ash tears the blindfold off, turns to look at me over his shoulder, and then comes at me.
He reverses our positions, yanking my pants down and finding the strap-on waiting underneath. I’m not given any mercy when he forces his half-hard cock back into me. He makes himself stiff again by rubbing his body against mine, and then starts to fuck as hard and fast as he can.
We’re both left in slumped puddles on the floor after, staring up at the rainy skylights. Outside, the street is packed full, cars lined up and down the block. There might not be streetlights anymore, but there will be headlights.
Widow is sitting on the bench. Bohnes is sitting on the lockers. Alexei, he’s standing for obvious reasons.
“We need to get this done, guys,” I say softly, admiring their different silhouettes, shadows pasted over shadows. Everything is dark. “We can get this done. There are only two conditions left.”
“Only two,” Ash whispers, letting his head fall onto my shoulder. “Your confidence gives me confidence, love.”
“Time to get Jonas,” Widow agrees, but like he’s not convinced the murder of Larron Van Gordon will be enough to frame the mayor.
It’s not, but this is only part of the game.
I’m playing from different angles. Some people believe the Ash-frog video is AI-generated, but others saw the truth. Tonight is one more dart on the board.
Jonas Kelly is going to prison all alone, with no one outside those walls to help him ever again.
“Three a.m.,” Alexei adds, checking his very expensive watch. “Your witching hour, Scarlett.”
“First though.” Bohnes chuckles and stands up on top of the lockers, a gargoyle statue in motion. “We should deal with the body in the shower.”