4. Blade
BLADE
My mouth was on hers in seconds and stayed against hers for several slow seconds after the kiss deepened. Mostly because the second Nora relaxed into it, something inside me tightened hard enough to become dangerous.
She kissed like someone trying very hard not to lose control and failing anyway, all restrained little reactions and shaky exhales she clearly wasn’t used to letting out.
Behind her, Viper’s hands stayed steady on her waist while Stryker brushed his thumb slowly along her jaw beneath the edge of the mask, all of us moving carefully enough not to spook her despite how badly every man in the room wanted more.
I pulled back first, mostly so she could breathe.
Nora’s eyes opened slowly behind the mask, visibly dazed now in a way that had nothing to do with champagne.
Her lips were swollen already, cheeks flushed pink beneath the soft lighting, while she looked between all three of us like she still couldn’t fully believe she’d actually followed us upstairs.
“You still with us?” I asked quietly.
A small laugh escaped her, breathless and embarrassed at the same time. “Barely.”
That answer dragged a grin out of Viper behind her while Stryker’s hand slid from her jaw down the side of her throat slowly enough that I watched Nora visibly shiver beneath it. Not fear. Definitely not fear.
We wanted her comfortable just as badly as we wanted her underneath us. And fuck, I wanted her badly.
And it wasn’t just because she was beautiful either, though she absolutely was.
Blonde hair falling messy around that black mask.
Blue eyes too observant for someone trying this hard to let go.
Soft flushed skin above the neckline of that tight black bodysuit.
But because every reaction she gave us felt honest. Careful at first, but honest.
Nora swallowed once before finally asking softly, “Do you guys always do this together?”
Viper laughed quietly behind her. “You asking if we coordinated this?”
“I think I’m asking if this is normal for you.”
Stryker answered first. “There’s nothing normal about us with you.”
That made her look at him fully and he meant it. I could see it in the way he watched her like she was the only person in the entire world, even in a room full of expensive furniture and muted music from the party still raging downstairs.
I chose my words carefully. “We’re not in the habit of pressuring women into doing things they don’t want. If this feels like too much, you say the word and we back off. No hard feelings.”
Nora looked between us again. Then her gaze settled on me and held for a long moment. “I’m not scared of you.”
“Then what are you scared of?”
Her jaw tightened slightly. “I’m scared this won’t be what I want it to be.”
Viper’s hands on her waist tightened just enough that I saw her spine straighten slightly at the pressure. “And what do you want it to be?”
Nora looked down at her own hands for a second like she was embarrassed to admit it out loud. Then her gaze lifted slowly back to mine and the raw honesty in her expression knocked the air out of me.
“To not have to think for one night.”
The room went so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat thudding in my ears. Viper’s hands relaxed again. Stryker’s gaze on her softened slightly.
Viper was the one to break the stillness, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“Then you won’t have to,” he murmured, the words a promise that seemed to settle directly into her bones. “We’ll take care of the thinking.”
I watched her shoulders lower, a fractional release of tension that told me more than any word could. She was trusting us. Not just with her body, but with this fragile, honest admission. Stryker’s fingers traced the line of her collarbone, a slow, possessive caress.
“You just feel,” he added, his voice a low rumble.
My own hands found the delicate gold buttons of her bodysuit.
Her breathing hitched, but she didn’t pull away.
I worked the first one free, then the second, my knuckles brushing the warm skin of her sternum.
The fabric parted, revealing the soft swell of her breasts, the gentle curve of her stomach.
I wasn’t rushing this. I wanted to see every inch of the control she held so tightly begin to unravel.
Behind her, Viper’s hands slid from her waist, over the curve of her hips, hooking into the waistband of her sheer stockings.
He sank to his knees behind her, and I felt her sway slightly, caught between the three of us.
He peeled the delicate fabric down her legs with excruciating slowness, his breath a warm puff against her thigh.
Stryker steadied her, one hand flat against her lower back, the other tilting her chin so he could claim her mouth in a deep, lingering kiss.
I finally unfastened the last button, and the bodysuit loosened.
I guided it down her arms, letting it pool at her feet until she stood before us in nothing but that ornate black mask and her heels.
She was magnificent. Toned, practical, yet undeniably feminine, with a scattering of small, faded scars on one knee that spoke of a life lived without a safety net.
Stryker broke the kiss, and she was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling. Her eyes, impossibly blue behind the mask, were glazed with a mixture of champagne and desire. I pulled her face back and grabbed another kiss myself stealing her breath again.
“Blade." she whispered when we pulled away, and the sound of my name on her lips was a punch to the gut.
I scooped her up, one arm behind her knees and the other supporting her back.
She weighed nothing. I carried her the few steps to the bed and laid her down in the center of the dark, soft duvet, her hair fanning out around her like a halo.
Her naked form spread out like a feast before me was more than I could withstand and I was on her in seconds.
I spread her legs quickly, revealing her glistening pussy and making my cock ache in my pants as my mouth watered for me to taste her.
I leaned down and swiped my tongue flat against the length of her core.
The taste of her was like fine wine aged for a century, rich and exquisite, and I knew that I would never get enough of her.
Stryker and Viper were not idle, and I could hear the rustle of clothing behind me.
They quickly rid themselves of their jackets, shirts, and shoes and moved to flank her on the bed.
Stryker’s calloused fingers traced patterns over her stomach, while Viper took her hand, bringing it to his lips to press a kiss into her palm.
Her hips bucked as I plunged my tongue into her tight channel, swirling and thrusting, before moving my attention to her clit. I wrapped my lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking gently at first, then with more pressure as her moans grew louder.
“Fuck, Blade, please." she cried out, writhing against my mouth.
Her body was a canvas of sensitivity. Every touch, every kiss, every lick seemed to send a new jolt of pleasure through her.
Her hands fisted in the sheets, then in Viper’s hair as he leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her cries.
Stryker’s mouth found her breast, his teeth scraping against her nipple before soothing it with his tongue.
She was caught between us, overwhelmed in the best possible way, exactly as she’d asked.
I slid a finger inside her, then a second, curling them to find that spot that made her back arch off the bed while my tongue continued to work her clit. Her thighs began to tremble, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants. I could feel her getting close, her walls fluttering around my fingers.
“That’s it,” Stryker murmured against her skin. “Let go for us.”
Viper broke the kiss, his gaze intense. “We’ve got you.”
It was all the permission she needed. With a sharp cry, she shattered, her body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. I didn’t stop, drawing out her orgasm until she was a limp, boneless mess beneath us, panting and trembling.
I finally pulled away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
Stryker and Viper were already undressing the rest of the way, their bodies hard and ready.
I followed suit, shedding my own clothes finally until I was just as bare.
My cock stood out, thick and heavy, a testament to how badly I wanted her.
I moved back over her, settling between her legs again. I lined myself up with her entrance, the head of my cock nudging against her still-sensitive flesh. Her eyes were half-lidded, her body lax and pliant. I pushed in slowly, giving her time to adjust to my size.
She was so tight, so hot, a perfect, fucking velvet fist around me.
Grunts were falling from my lips as I started to move, picking up pace inside of her.
From the other side, I saw Viper move out of the corner of my eye and a second later he was lining his cock up with her mouth, her head hanging slightly over the edge of the bed.
Stryker and I both watched as Viper pushed into her mouth, one of his hands coming to rest lightly on her throat.
Nora’s moan was muffled, but she took him in, her tongue swirling around the head.
I felt her nails dig into my back as I began to move inside of her faster.
Her hips rose to meet my thrusts, her body remembering what to do even if her mind was still floating in a haze of pleasure.
Stryker’s hands roamed her body, stroking and caressing, keeping her grounded even as we pushed her higher.
“Jesus,” I heard Viper grunt, his hips moving in a slow, shallow rhythm. “Her mouth…”