Xavier
Silence takes it like a fucking champ.
Her breasts are shaking, her eyes are closed, her body shining with oil and sweat as my brothers fuck her hard and fast. Her whimpers become moans, her moans become screams, and when she comes she squirts, soaking all three of them, but they don’t stop.
Zayden releases her ponytail and grips her hips, and Silence rests her hands on Yale’s chest for balance.
“You’re gonna come again,” Yale says.
Silence shakes her head. “I can’t.”
“You can, love.” He continues fucking her as he places kisses down her throat.
“You can come for us. One more.” He reaches between them and must play with her clit, because her eyes fly open.
My cock is hard again, despite only coming inside Silence less than an hour ago, and I sit forward so I can focus on her face.
“Oh God, oh God, oh—”
“Fuck!” Zayden groans, slamming into her. “That’s right, baby, milk my cock. Fuck, fuck.”
Silence’s orgasm seems to shudder through her, and she’s quiet, mouth agape when it happens. Yale thrusts into her one final time, and I’m suddenly eager to see both her holes when they’re filled. She looks beyond satisfied, exhausted and fucked, but I’ve already decided she’s not finished.
My brothers pull out of her, and I lean back in the chair.
“Little Q,” I say, and she looks over at me, panting. “I’m hard.”
“Good for you.”
I smirk. I’m starting to enjoy the bratty side of her.
“Get over here, or I’ll come over there and fuck your throat.
” Despite her clear exhaustion, the fire in her eyes returns.
I rest my forearms on my thighs and lean forward.
“Be a good, obedient girl and crawl to me.” Silence climbs off the bed and slowly gets to her knees.
She’s still panting, still shining from oil.
“Make sure your husband can see both your holes leaking while you crawl to his brother.”
Her cheeks flush brightly, but she does as I ask. On her hands and knees, she makes her way over to me, breasts swaying. Zayden and Yale watch her, and I’m even harder at the thought of how she must look from their angle.
Leaning back, I spread my knees, and she settles between them. I cup her cheek, running my thumb over her bottom lip and pulling it down gently as I unzip my jeans and get out my cock.
“Spit on it.” She does, eagerly, her lips shining. “Where do you want my cum, Q?”
Instead of responding, she tilts her head back and sticks out her tongue.
I stroke myself, my attention fixed on her face.
I think about her mouth on me, how it felt to fuck her for the first time, the look in her eye when she pulled the trigger.
I picture her darkness weaving into mine, the broken parts of her fitting into the broken parts of me, and I grit my teeth, breathing fast as I pump my dick harder.
Silence’s eyes are wide, such undeniable lust in her expression that I can’t breathe.
“Fuck,” I whisper, and she reaches out and snatches my hand away, wrapping her lips around my cock. She takes all of me, my dick hitting the back of her throat and deeper, and I grip her head. “Holy fuck.” I come down her throat, hot spurts of pleasure having me dropping my head back and gasping.
My body is tingling, my muscles loose, and when I finally look down, Silence has pulled herself off my cock. She licks her lips and kisses the tip, earning a smile from me.
“Very pretty dick,” she confirms, standing. My brothers are gone, and I have no idea when they left. I pull her onto my lap, running my fingers between her legs and pushing their cum inside her. She grins, rolling her hips against my hand. “You like me being filled?”
“I fucking love it,” I growl. “Are you okay? Was that too much?”
“No, not even close. Shower with me?”
She gets up and pulls me to my feet. Once we’re in the shower, I soap myself up as Silence washes her hair. “Can I ask you something?”
“Yep.” I tip my head back and step under the spray.
“How did you know you liked to dominate?”
I shrug. “No clue. I never watched porn as a teenager because it was a strict no-no in our house, but friends would find magazines under their dads’ beds. The first time I saw a woman on her knees, it changed something in me.”
“But you’re so gentle, too,” she says, rinsing the shampoo. “The moment we’re done, you’re right there.”
“Because I did my research. I liked the idea of pushing someone to their limits, but I also knew there had to be some kind of cooling-off period, y’know? Besides, it’s nice knowing someone feels safe enough with me to let me take over. We both have equal power; it just looks different.”
Silence watches me, and as I rinse the last of the suds from my body, she wraps her arms around my waist.
“Why did you hide this side of yourself from me?”
I run my hand down my face to get rid of excess water. “Why do you still hide parts of yourself from me?”
She wets her lips and sighs. “Because I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
“Judgement. Pity. Revisiting something that won’t get fixed. What’s the point? It’s unnecessary pain.”
“Well, when you’re ready to confront the pain, I’ll still provide the aftercare.”
She smiles. “You’ll help me regroup even if you’re not the one hurting me?”
“I’ll help you regroup until you tell me not to.”
As we’re drying ourselves, she suddenly pauses, her back to me. The air is thick with steam and words she’s clearly debating. Eventually, she faces me, her towel wrapped around her.
“My dad thought people were coming for us, so he trained me to defend myself. But … he took it too far. Forgot I was a kid sometimes.” She drops her chin and curls her toes, as if reminding herself she’s not in the past. “He broke me.”
A few sentences, and I suddenly know all I need to know about Silence Silver. I’m glad she finally said it, but even if she hadn’t, I’d learn to live with the secret. I don’t care if she’s in pieces, as long as those pieces are mine.
I pull her to me, dropping a kiss on her shoulder.
“He tried to. Women like you don’t break, Silence.
You bend, and you come back stronger. Never let them know they got to you.
Never let them think they got even close to fracturing your soul.
” She searches my face, eyes wide. “You hit back, or you let us do the hitting for you. But you don’t give up. Okay?”
She nods.
When we’re dressed, we head downstairs. Yale is cooking, and Zayden is watching him and talking animatedly. They’re both grinning, and when Silence and I appear, Zayden holds his arm out. She presses herself into his side, and he kisses her temple.
“Yale was just saying if we’re gonna be here longer, we’ll need to get a Christmas tree,” Zayden says.
I steal some chopped peppers from a plate and shove them in my mouth quickly before Yale can stop me. “And presents.”
“We can’t decorate this whole place, though,” Silence says. “It’d take forever.”
“Just the living room, then. But we have to have Christmas,” Yale says, shaking a spoon at me.
We eat. We talk. We go to the living room, where Yale has set up a livestream on the TV of Times Square, so Silence can people-watch to her hearts content.
With her head on Yale’s lap and her feet on mine, we watch thousands of people marching their way through a snowy New York, shopping bags and coffee cups in hand.
Silence makes up stories about them, and I rub her feet, trying to come up with stories of my own and failing.
Through it all, Zayden watches us, a small smile on his lips.