Silence
Darkness descends as Zayden ties a blindfold around my head. I’m still sitting on the dildo, but Xavier pulled the chair back from the table, so I’m in the center of the kitchen. My heart is pounding, my pussy is clenching around the toy, and I’m desperate to know what this game is.
I nod quickly. “Yes.”
Xavier chuckles somewhere behind me, the sound deep and velvety.
I pull in a breath as two warm hands rest on my shoulders. They work their thumbs into me, massaging gently, and when I sigh and relax into them, they press a kiss below my ear.
“Yale,” I whisper.
He laughs quietly in my ear. “Damn.”
I grin. “Your hands are smoother.”
“Because he hasn’t worked a day in his life,” Xavier retorts, earning a laugh from Zayden. Footsteps echo around me, two sets I think, and when someone grips my knees, I smile.
“Xavier.”
He barks a laugh. “She can fucking see!”
“I can’t!” I insist. “I just know what you’ll go for first.”
His next words are uttered into my ear. “No one likes a showoff, little Q.” He kisses my neck before moving away, and goosebumps shiver down my back.
“Let’s do something a little more fun,” Zayden says.
I wiggle excitedly. “Yes, let’s.”
More footsteps. My pussy flutters around the dildo as warm breath tickles my lips—and a kiss.
It’s slow, deep, claiming, and my body aches with need as he takes his time, savoring the moment.
His tongue slips into my mouth and I resist the urge to reach out and pull him closer, because Xavier will likely accuse me of cheating.
When he pulls back, I’m breathless. “Zayden.”
“Fuck, she’s good,” he says. “What gave me away?”
“I’ve been kissing you for nine years, Z. I know your mouth.”
“Is that so?” he asks, and I nod. “Then open your legs.”
My heart tumbles over itself, because yes, they’ve seen me naked, but not exposed like this. I know for a fact I’m dripping, probably flushed, pink, ready to be fucked, but I’m not backing down now.
I move my right leg, then my left. Xavier whispers a curse from somewhere, and I relish in the knowledge that he likes what he sees.
“That’s where that tattoo is,” Yale says, and I grin. I had the small Q placed on my inner thigh, high enough that I thought only the tattoo artist and Zayden would ever see it.
“One of us is going to eat you out, Silence. Are you ready?” Zayden asks, and I nod quickly. “You only get to guess who it is when you’re coming. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
Then … quiet.
For some reason, I try to blink behind the blindfold, as if that’ll help me figure out where they are. I shift in place, whimpering as the dildo moves, too.
But no one makes a sound.
No speaking, no footsteps.
I widen my legs further, a silent plea for someone to touch me.
And then there’s a tongue between my legs.
“Oh my God.” I drop my head back as whoever it is licks and nibbles my clit.
He grips my inner thighs and opens my legs wider, my hips aching from the stretch, but the pleasure swallows the pain.
He buries his face in my pussy, and the pulsing of his tongue along with the dildo is almost too much to handle.
It strikes me that this isn’t Zayden’s mouth.
It’s Yale or Xavier.
Eating me out.
Devouring me.
A sharp cry leaves me at the thought, and I try to grind against his face, gripping the arms of the chair until the wood bites into my palms.
“More, more—” My scream is caught and lost as he flicks his tongue in perfect rhythm. “Yes. Just—fuck, just like that.”
Pleasure builds, tightens, throbs. My head spins, and I lose all sense of my surroundings, until whoever it is lifts my thighs and drapes my legs over his shoulders. My ass lifts off the seat, allowing me to grind against the dildo as well as his face.
The combination throws me over the edge.
“Fuck—Yale!” I finally let go of the arms of the chair to grip his hair, keeping him in place as I ride out my orgasm against his mouth. He presses his face between my legs, still thrumming his tongue exactly where I need it, endless waves of pleasure rendering me speechless.
I drop my head back, my legs go limp, and I pant in deep, heavy breaths. Sweat slides between my breasts, and Yale runs his tongue over my skin, gathering it. I whimper as he sucks on my nipples, then finally kisses me.
My returning kiss is frantic, desperate for more.
“Good guess, love,” Yale whispers against my lips.
I swallow to dampen my throat. “You have a beard, remember?”
Xavier cackles. “Shit, why didn’t we think of that?”
Zayden mumbles something, and footsteps sound. A few seconds pass, and the blindfold is removed. My husband is in front of me; his brothers are gone.
“Timer is up. Are you okay? Was that too far?”
I shake my head, wiggling my toes to see if I can feel them again after clenching them so hard. “No, I’m fine. Are you?”
“I’m more than fine. You looked fucking perfect.” He kisses me, nibbling my bottom lip as I catch my breath. “Do you want to go further? We can draw the line here if you prefer.”
“I want to keep going. Do you?”
“Fuck yes.”
I squeal as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “This is becoming a theme!”
He spanks my bare ass, and I laugh as he carries me up the stairs.
When we reach the bedroom, he tosses me onto the bed, and I bounce. Xavier and Yale are already waiting, both still dressed, and my pulse thunders in my ears as they watch me like they might eat me alive.
“I’m gonna take a shower. No fucking until I’m back.” Zayden pulls off his tie and goes to the en suite, the door clicking closed behind him.
My gaze shifts to his brothers, and my toes clench as Xavier approaches the bed.
He reaches over his head for the collar of his T-shirt and pulls it off, throwing it aside.
I’ve seen his naked torso before, but there’s something about tonight that feels new.
He’s covered in ink, carefully drawn waves made up of lines, dashes and dots, slowly gathering until they make a solid block leading to his collarbone, then breaking apart again down his biceps and morphing into bullets, flowers, and stars that end at his knuckles.
His abs quiver as he unbuttons his jeans, but he doesn’t push them down.
“You haven’t kissed me yet, Q.” He grips my ankle and pulls me down the bed and toward him, until my legs are hanging off the edge. He tilts my chin up. “But I could put your mouth to better use.”
Fire ignites low in my belly, and there’s no doubt desire in my gaze, but I try to hide it.
There’s something about Xavier that I want to fight. I have a feeling his punishments would be just as satisfying as his rewards, so I tilt my head.
His smirk is slow and handsome. “Open your mouth.” He pulls open the buttons of his jeans, and when I keep my lips firmly together, he grips my chin. “Now.”
“Or what?”
I don’t know how he does it, but one second I’m sitting on the bed, and the next I’m kneeling on it.
His palm lands harshly on my ass cheek, and I jolt forward from the impact. Pleasure and pain curl together, heat erupting across my skin, and before I can protest, he spanks me again.
“Are you going to open your mouth?”
I grit my teeth. “Fuck you.”
Another spank. Another. I cry out, gripping the bed sheets, tears stinging my eyes, but instead of giving in, I push back against him.
“Blue.”
“Brave fucking girl.”
Slap.
Slap.
Slap.
Each one has me gasping, close to begging for more. My juices seep down my inner thighs, and sweat is slick down my spine and throat.
“You’re a little brat, aren’t you?”
I’m too delirious to answer, and as my eyes close, a soft kiss on my lips brings me back to the moment.
Yale is sitting in front of me, skimming his hands down my chest, cupping one breast, then the other.
“Do you like the pain, love?” he whispers, and I nod slowly, almost swaying on my knees. “You look so pretty when you hurt.”
“Please kiss me,” I whimper, and he does. Passionate movements of our lips are broken when I cry out into his mouth.
Xavier has buried his fingers into me, twisting and scissoring them until I’m pushing back against his hand to seek more depth. He fingers me rapidly, slick sounds of my wet pussy filling the quiet.
“I’m gonna squirt, Xavier. Xavier, oh God, please—”
He stops.
He spanks me again, and I shout from the pain.
“Are you gonna keep being a brat? I can edge you for fucking days, Silence. I don’t care. I’ll break you eventually.” God, that sounds enticing, but I’m too eager to come. He spanks me again. “Well?”
“I’ll be good,” I say, and Yale kisses me again before Xavier pulls me back and makes me face him. My ass stings as I sit, and he smirks. I’m about to call him a prick, but I stop myself. Instead, I open my mouth and stick out my tongue.
“Look who’s learning.”
He’s about to take out his cock just as the en suite door opens. Zayden appears in just his sweats, body shining and hair wet from the shower.
“I heard shouting.”
“Your wife is stubborn,” Xavier says.
He huffs and takes a seat in the corner of the room. Yale gets off the bed and goes to lean against the wall beside his brother, eyes on me.
Xavier takes out his cock, and oh my God, he wasn’t kidding about the piercings.
Nine silver bars run down the underside. My mouth drops open, and he strokes himself, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He’s big. As big as Zayden. Thick, too.
“You have a very pretty dick,” I whisper.
“Flattery won’t stop me from choking you with it.”
This man really has a way with words.
It hits me hard that I’m about to suck Xavier’s cock. This is one of many lines I’ll cross tonight, but because it’s the first, it’s the hardest. Will I ever be able to look at him the same way again? As hard as we try, what if we can’t help but let this ruin us?
I raise my gaze, and he must read my expression. He leans down, cupping one side of my neck and kissing my cheek. I close my eyes, relishing the break in character, even if it’s just for a moment.
“Nothing will change, Q,” he whispers, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “I’ll still piss you off just as much as I ever have.” I laugh softly, and he pulls back to look at me. “We can stop.”
“No.” I shake my head. “Keep going.”
He takes hold of my chin. “Say the word.”
“I’m fine.” And it’s true. I needed those few seconds, a grounding, a reminder that I may be nervous, but I’m not afraid. “I want to carry on.”
“Good girl.” He straightens. “Mouth open. Tongue out.”
I do as he says and lean forward. The moment my tongue touches the end of his cock, excitement bursts into my blood stream.
I swirl my tongue, devouring the saltiness of his precum and feeding him past my lips.
He watches me with a dark, heated expression, and I keep my eyes fixed on his until he touches the back of my throat.
The glint of amusement in his eyes tells me he thinks I’m going to gag, but I’ve been sucking his brother’s dick for years.
I don’t gag.
He doesn’t mask his surprise. Instead, he closes his eyes, sinking deeper into my throat.
“Fuuuck,” Xavier groans, running his fingers through my hair. The piercings are cool and unusual, but I don’t let them stop me. I sink him deeper. And deeper. “Holy fucking shit.”
Pride curls around my heart that I’ve impressed him, and it only makes me want to please him more. I swallow, and he almost jolts in place.
“Fuck.” He spits out the word. “Jesus, Z. You’re a lucky son of a bitch—” I swallow again, and he almost chokes on his words. “Shit, stop.”
“You’re tapping out?” Yale laughs again.
“I fucking challenge you to hold your load when she’s got her mouth on you,” he says, and I pull back, a string of spit connecting his dick to my lip. I lick it, and a low rumble comes from his throat as he wipes my chin with his thumb. “Such a messy girl.”
Yale straightens up off the wall. “My turn.”