26. Jade #2
His fingers thread through mine as he walks me backward down the hallway, his free hand resting at the small of my back to keep our bodies brushing with every step.
I hear Hawk and Razor following behind us, their boots quiet on the floorboards, but no one speaks. They don’t need to. The decision we made in the kitchen has already settled into something solid and real.
The bedroom door clicks shut behind us. Golden afternoon light spills through the half-open curtains, painting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets.
Shadow turns me so my back faces the bed and begins undressing me with reverent hands. He lifts my shirt slowly, peeling the fabric up and over my head while his fingertips trace the fading scar on my shoulder with careful tenderness.
My bra comes next. He reaches behind me, unhooks it, and lets the straps slide down my arms until my breasts spill free into the warm air. My nipples tighten instantly under his gaze, aching for touch.
“You are so fucking good, Jade,” he murmurs against my ear, voice low and rough. His breath ghosts over my skin and makes me shiver. “Look at you. Safe now. Exactly what I have wanted since the first night I saw you.”
His thumbs brush the undersides of my breasts, then circle my nipples in slow, teasing strokes until they’re stiff and sensitive.
When he pinches them lightly and rolls them between his fingers, a sharp spike of pleasure shoots straight to my clit, and I gasp out loud.
He smiles against my neck, pleased, and keeps talking while his hands work my jeans open.
“You don’t have to manage anything tonight. You don’t have to be strong, careful, or quiet. Just let us see you. Let us feel how wet you already are for us.”
The zipper rasps down. He pushes my jeans and underwear over my hips in one smooth motion, then kneels to help me step out of them.
On the way back up, his mouth brushes the inside of my thigh in an open-mouthed kiss that leaves me trembling.
By the time I am completely naked, my skin is flushed, and my thighs are already slick with how much I want him.
He guides me down onto the bed and follows, settling between my spread thighs while he is still fully dressed except for his open belt and jeans shoved low on his hips. His fingers trail up the inside of my leg, parting my folds with two thick fingers so he can see how drenched I am.
He circles my swollen clit, watching my face the entire time, and my hips jerk up off the mattress on a broken moan.
“That’s it, baby,” he breathes. “Let me in. You’re home now.”
He frees his cock from his jeans. It springs out heavy and thick, the head flushed dark and already glistening with pre-cum.
He notches himself at my entrance and pushes in so slowly I feel every thick inch stretching me open, filling me until I am completely, perfectly full.
The stretch is delicious, bordering on too much, and my walls flutter around him greedily.
When he bottoms out, he stays buried deep, letting me feel him throb inside me. Then he starts to move—long, rolling thrusts that drag the head of his cock against that sensitive spot inside me on every stroke.
His pelvis grinds against my clit with each downward motion, sending sparks of pleasure racing through my entire body. One hand cups my breast, thumb flicking my nipple in time with his thrusts, while the other braces beside my head so he can keep watching my face.
“You feel so fucking good around me,” he groans, voice growing rougher. “So wet. So tight. God, Jade, you’re perfect like this, taking me so deep, letting me have all of you.”
My thighs start to shake. My breath comes in short, needy gasps.
He feels the change, angles his hips just right, and suddenly the pleasure coils so tight I can’t breathe.
It snaps hard. My back arches off the bed, a raw cry tears from my throat, and I come around him in pulsing, squeezing waves that milk his cock.
He groans deep in his chest, thrusts turning erratic, and follows me over the edge. He buries himself to the hilt and spills inside me, hot and thick, pulse after pulse of warmth that I feel in every part of my body.
He stays buried deep for a long moment, breathing hard against my neck, then kisses me before he carefully pulls out. The wet slide of his cock leaving me makes me shiver with fresh aftershocks.
Razor is moving in behind me. His broad chest presses against my back, solid and blazing hot. Large, calloused hands slide around my ribs and cup my breasts from behind, thumbs circling my still-sensitive nipples until I moan again.
He presses open-mouthed kisses along the nape of my neck and down my shoulder, teeth grazing the healing scar in a way that feels both possessive and protective at once. No words. Just the heavy heat of him, the scrape of stubble, the way his breath fans over my skin.
One of his hands drifts lower, spreading my thighs wider so he can feel how soaked I am—slick with my own release and Shadow’s cum.
His fingers stroke through the mess, circling my swollen clit in firm circles that have my hips rocking back against him instantly. I feel the thick, hard length of his cock pressed against my ass, hot and ready.
He shifts my top leg back over his thigh, opening me completely, and the blunt head of him nudges my entrance. He pushes in with one slow, relentless thrust, stretching me wide again around his even thicker girth.
The fullness is overwhelming in the best way, the slick slide of him pushing through the combined wetness making obscene sounds that fill the room. When he’s seated deep, he stays there for a heartbeat, letting me feel every throbbing inch.
Then he begins to move, rocking my whole body forward into Shadow’s waiting hands. Shadow strokes my hair, kisses my temple, and murmurs more praise against my ear while Razor fucks me from behind.
The contrast is dizzying: Shadow’s voice and gentle touches in front of me, Razor’s silent, heavy strength behind me. Hawk watching everything from the foot of the bed. My body lights up everywhere at once.
Razor’s rhythm builds, harder and deeper, his hips slapping against my ass with every thrust. His fingers find my clit again, rubbing in tight circles that match his strokes, and the pressure coils viciously fast.
I clench around him helplessly, a broken moan spilling out of me as another orgasm crashes through me.
My walls pulse and squeeze around his cock, and he groans low against my back, arms banding tight around my waist as he drives in one final time and comes hard, flooding me with hot, thick pulses that I feel deep inside.
We stay tangled together, bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling, the room filled with the warm scent of sex and skin and afternoon sunlight.
The quiet between us feels full and safe in a way I have never known before, and Hawk has been watching it unfold from the foot of the bed, arms crossed, shoulders rigid with the last shred of control he’s about to lose.
Our eyes meet, and Hawk uncrosses his arms, pulls his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, and shoves his jeans and boxers down together.
His cock stands thick and hard, flushed dark at the tip. He climbs onto the mattress between my thighs, naked, hands gripping my knees and spreading me wide.
“Look at this pretty cunt,” he mutters. “Still dripping from them. So swollen and messy for us.”
He lowers his head and licks a slow, flat stripe from my entrance to my clit.
I buck hard against his mouth. His tongue circles my clit once, twice, then plunges inside me, fucking me with wet, hungry strokes while his thumbs hold my lips open.
Razor and Shadow kneel closer on either side, stroking their cocks slowly, eyes fixed on Hawk’s mouth working me.
“Eat her good, brother,” Shadow murmurs, hand pumping his shaft. “Get her nice and sloppy so we can fill every hole next.”
Razor grunts in agreement, thumb swiping pre-cum over his tip. “She tastes like all of us already. Fucking perfect.”
Hawk groans against my pussy, the vibration making me whimper.
He pulls back just enough to spit on my clit, then drags his tongue lower, circling my tight back hole.
He presses the tip inside, shallow and teasing, while two fingers slide into my pussy and curl against that spot that makes my vision blur.
“Fuck, yes,” I moan, hips rolling. “Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. He rims me slow and filthy, tongue pushing deeper while his fingers fuck my cunt in steady rhythm. My thighs shake. Pleasure coils tight but doesn’t break yet. I need more.
Hawk finally lifts his head, chin glistening. “Open that mouth, baby.”
I do. He crawls over me to feed me his cock in one slow push until the head hits the back of my throat. I gag softly, then relax and take him deeper. He groans, hips rocking gently.
“Suck me like that,” he rasps. “Show me how much you want this ass fucked.”
Shadow moves to my head, stroking my hair. “Look at her. Taking him so deep. Such a good little slut for us.”
Razor shifts lower, fingers replacing Hawk’s in my pussy, pumping slow and deep. “She’s clenching so hard already. Gonna feel fucking incredible when we’re both inside her.”
Hawk pulls out of my mouth with a wet pop, strokes himself once, then settles behind me. He lifts my hips, spreads my cheeks, and spits directly on my hole. One thick finger circles the rim, then pushes in slowly. I hiss at the stretch, then moan when he adds a second, scissoring gently.
“Relax for me,” he murmurs. “Gonna take this tight ass nice and slow. You’re gonna love it.” He works me open patiently, fingers curling, stretching, until I’m rocking back against his hand and begging.
“Please,” I gasp. “Need you inside me.”
Hawk lines up, presses the head of his cock against my hole, and pushes in inch by inch. The initial burn is sharp and bright, stretching me open in a way that makes my breath hitch, but it quickly melts into deep, filthy pleasure as my body yields to him.