Chapter 24
LEAH
We stayed at the party for around an hour while Connor seethed. Every so often, he glanced in his father's direction, eyes snapping. I managed to fit in a quick conversation with Whitney and Holly before Riley grabbed my hand.
"Let's get out of here," he said over the music. "Before Connor breaks an eyeball glaring at Jacob."
"Whose eyeball?" I asked but I let him drag me to the door.
"I was thinking his, but now you mention it…” Riley laughed.
The other three stood by the door, finishing off their drinks and placing their glasses down on a nearby table.
"Someone mentioned chasing you?" Brooks pushed his mask high enough to show me his grin.
"I don't know if that's a good—" I squealed as Riley ducked and picked me up, leaving me draped over his shoulder.
"No problem," he shouted and started out the door at a run. His arm was secure over my legs to keep me from jostling to much.
I laughed and watched the sidewalk blur as we raced down the street. "You're out of your mind!" I lifted my head to see the other three jogging along behind, exactly like something out of a video. No rushing, just following. Knowing they were going to catch their prey and eat their fill.
At the end of the block, Riley slowed to a stop, carefully carrying me over the road to the other side. The other three slowed as well, stalking, their hands at their sides.
"Are you wet?" Riley asked.
"I've been wet for the last hour or two," I said. "Ever since I saw you with those masks on."
"I might never take mine off then," he said with a playful growl.
"I wouldn't be able to see your face if you don't." I put a pout in my tone.
"Awww, you like my face?" He glanced at me over his shoulder.
"I love your face," I said. "But aren't you supposed to be a crazed stalker right now?"
"I'm definitely crazed," he said with a chuckle. "Right now, I'm trying to work out if I can get into your place and lock the others out for the rest of the night. Then I can take my time licking every single centimetre of you, making you scream six or seven times."
My throbbing clit liked the idea, but I suspected the other three men would not.
"Connor would break a window to get in," I said.
"I knew he was an asshole.” Riley exhaled as though he was actually frustrated. "I should have taken you out the back door of the pub. We could have had a head start to a place I know near the top of the mountain. A little cabin. We could spend all night fucking in front of the fire."
"We can hear you, you know," Connor called out.
Riley flipped him off over his opposite shoulder. "We don't care."
"You will when we tie you down and force you to watch us fuck her," Connor said.
"I can't decide if that's a threat or a promise," Riley said.
"Both." Connor stepped past us to the front door of my place, sliding his key into the lock.
"Nothing says badass, crazed stalker maniac like a front door key," Riley said with a laugh.
Connor grunted. "Even maniacs use keys. How the fuck else are we going to get inside?"
"We could have broken the door down, but that would let the cold air in," Brooks said, shivering.
"Don't damage a perfectly good door." Josiah stepped past everyone to the wood stove and opened it to add a few more logs.
"If you're not careful you're going to have to hand over your asshole card," Riley said to all of them.
"Including you," Connor told him.
"Bullshit, I was the one who abducted the damsel." Riley patted my ass.
"Only because you thought of it before I did," Connor said. He kicked the door shut behind us. It closed with a thud before he carefully locked it.
Riley hummed. "So what you're saying is I'm the smart, badass, crazed stalker maniac."
"Would anyone like some coffee?" I asked, kicking my feet lightly. When they all turned to stare at me, I grinned. "It seemed like the thing to offer." They looked the part, but they'd have to work on the crazed maniac persona for next Halloween.
"There's only one thing I want." Riley marched into my bedroom and lay me down in the middle of the bed. He hesitated. "Fuck."
I looked up at him and let my brow scrunch. "What is it? Is something wrong?"
I glanced around, but as far as I could tell, the place wasn't on fire. No one was knocking at the door. The front of Riley's jeans were tented, so there wasn't a problem there.
"I can't eat you out with this on." I could almost hear his grimace behind the mask. "But I still have fingers." He pushed my dress up to my waist and tugged my panties aside. Eyes peering out from the holes in the mask, he rubbed his thumb around my clit before sliding a finger inside me.
I shivered at his touch, and the sight of the other three men, still masked, gathered around me.
My mouth watered when they started to shed their clothes.
They held the masks in place so they didn't come off with their hoodies.
A minute or two later, I was surrounded by naked, muscular flesh, their cocks jutting out, pointing at me.
"Her mouth isn't covered." Brooks knelt beside me and stroked the tip of his cock across my lips, painting them with his pre-cum.
I licked them, appreciating the salty taste before I opened and let him slide inside. He groaned softly in appreciation before slowly moving, sliding out and all the way back into the back of my throat.
"So fucking perfect," he whispered. "I love having my stepsister's mouth on my cock. You like that don't you? Your stepbrother fucking your mouth."
I looked up at him and let my smile reach my eyes in response.
His special brand of dirty talk was arousing as hell.
Making this sound like something more illicit than it really was.
Taboo, almost. It got us both going. Driving me closer and closer to the steepest cliff that I was ready to drop off, into nothingness.
Knowing they'd be there to catch me when I fell.
I had to pull away from Brooks’ cock for a few moments while I came, my body engulfed in an orgasm that had me crying out already.
I was barely down when Riley was pulling off the rest of my clothes and lying over me, holding my wrists above my head.
He nudged my legs apart with his knees and pushed his cock inside me.
Connor pulled out the lube from the drawer beside the bed and knelt behind Riley, smearing a generous finger full on his rear hole. He tossed the tube aside before pushing himself into Riley's ass, driving him deeper inside me.
All three of us groaned in unison. We lay there like that for a few moments before Connor started to thrust, setting the speed for Riley and me.
It took a moment for me to get the rhythm right with rolls of my hips.
Then all three of us were moving in harmony, giving and receiving pleasure, filling each other and being filled.
"Fuck, that feels good," Riley whispered. "I might be glad I didn't steal you away to that cabin." He moaned, breathing frantically out from between pursed lips. Fucking while being fucked. Careful in his movements so he didn't dislodge himself or Connor's cock.
"Of course you are," Connor said without breaking rhythm.
Beside us, Brooks and Josiah exchanged looks before, to my surprise, Brooks pulled his cock out of my mouth and dropped to his knees, his hand wrapped around Josiah's length. Then his mouth, his mask dropped onto the floor.
Josiah's whole body stiffened, but then he relaxed and tangled his fingers in Brooks' curly, blonde hair.
"Just when I thought this couldn't get better," Riley said.
I didn't know where to look. Riley and Connor right in front of me, thrusting forward, supporting themselves on their arms. Brooks and Josiah to the side, sucking and licking and groaning. Brooks trailing his tongue down the bottom of Josiah's cock, over his piercings.
And then I was coming again, harder than the first time, my pussy clenching around Riley's cock, drawing an orgasm from him. He in turn, stole one from Connor.
"Fuck… Fuck…" Connor groaned and ground himself against Riley's ass, his fingers digging into his hips.
Hard enough that they might leave bruises, but I didn't think either of them would mind.
They were laying claim to each other. Cementing a relationship that spanned their entire lives, but was stronger now than ever.
No crowbar was big enough to get between them. Or between me and them.
No matter what Connor's father said, we were in this for the long haul.
Josiah was next to come, pulling himself out of Brooks' mouth just in time to spill himself over my stepbrother's cheek and shoulder instead.
For a moment, I thought Brooks would be mad, but he looked even more turned on than ever.
He almost shoved Connor and Riley out of the way in a hurry to sink balls deep into me.
Cum still dripping from him, he slammed into me over and over again before coming loudly and spilling himself into me.
He flopped down over me, then rolled onto his back beside me.
"Are you okay?" Josiah sat down beside me and pushed off his mask.
"Perfect," I said. "You guys always give me the best time." Getting naked with them was top of my list of favourite things to do. Everything else was a distant second and beyond.
He nodded, looking relieved. "I'm going to run the bath for you." Without another word, he slipped out of the room and I heard the water running.
"You need anything else?" Riley took off his own mask. "Tea? Heat packs? The heads of your enemies?" He looked very eager to deliver on that last suggestion. At least, joke about it. I didn't think it was something he'd ever actually act on. Right?
"Have you been reading mafia fiction again?" I teased. Yeah, I'd read that one myself. About the singer who had seven mafia boyfriends, one of which liked to send her presents. He was sweet, in a twisted, fucked up kind of way.
"It's good inspiration." He grinned. "You know there's nothing we wouldn't do for you."
"I do know," I said, tracing a line down his cheek with my finger.
"There's nothing I wouldn't do for any of you either.
But I don't need the heads of my enemies.
" I'd like to think I didn't have any enemies in the first place.
What would I do with their heads anyway?
They might make interesting sculptures, but that was a bit gory. Not to mention highly illegal.
"Let's get her into the bath," Connor said. "She's going to need cleaning up before we start all over again." When I gave him a look, he pushed off his mask and smiled. "It's Halloween. We're going to trick and treat all night long."
"Especially treat," Riley said. "And eating sweet things like her pussy, and your cock."
"Exactly." Connor nodded. He grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the end of the bed before scooping me up in his arms.
"If you're not careful, I'll forget how to walk," I said.
"When we are finished with you, you won't be able to walk." Connor carried me into the bathroom. Lowering me into the bath was becoming a ritual with us, but I wasn't complaining.
Having four boyfriends was bliss.