40 #3
Kissing a path down the curve of Ezla’s breast and to her sternum when I notice Tate’s head moving away as he delivers the same treatment as me but with a lot more biting and harsher sucking over her collarbone, her shoulder, her arm, I gently nudge her top up further, and she shifts her arms to help me get it off, Tate eagerly helping when he notices.
When it’s discarded somewhere behind him, my hands find Ezla’s flawless body again, my left elbow pressed to the silk-covered mattress with my palm finding the dip of her slim waist, my right one running all over her everywhere Tate’s not greedily squeezing and rubbing.
Our actions have encouraged Cooper to hook his fingers into Ezla’s waistband, causing her to lift her lower half again to help him get her thong off.
Once he does, he tosses it aside, burning-hot gaze fixed between her legs as his hands come back to her thighs, fingers digging in.
And I know Cooper seems to like things rougher and dirtier than the rest of us, his desire for that kind of intimacy surpassing Tate’s, who’s the brother I originally would’ve thought would be most into things like this, but my brows threaten to twitch up my forehead when he gathers salvia in his mouth before letting it drop lewdly onto her swollen pussy.
I don’t even need to check in on Ezla when I can practically feel the tightening of her abdomen as much as I can see it in response.
“Fuck.” Tate’s voice is even more low and gravelly than usual, and I know he’s watching this intently too. “Do that again. She fucking loved that.”
Russet eyes overcrowded by sizzling desire shift up to Ezla’s flushed face. “I know she does,” he murmurs roughly. “You love me all filthy for you, don’t you, Vengeance? You love when I get that filth all over you.”
Her response is a wicked smirk that’s almost challenging, and I vaguely note a now-bare Tiger and Alby kneeling on the pillows either side of her head, the two of them watching with rapt attention as Cooper spits on her swollen flesh again before one of his hands leaves her thigh to rub over her centre.
Massaging his saliva into her pussy, he says in a low tone, “Bloody love seeing myself on you.” His attention is fixed on the motions of his thumb against her, unwavering, his lips parted as if he’s utterly transfixed, fully consumed by her.
Left hand clenching on her thigh, there’s no warning before he brings his other one back before snapping it forwards.
Body jolting, Ezla lets out a gasp in time with Tiger and Alby as the wet slap of his hand meeting her pussy slices through the air.
Both Tate and I tense all over, the former letting out a dark warning growl that abruptly cuts off when we register the complete lack of anything in our Bonded but that same dizzying lust.
“Shit, look at that, HC.” Cooper’s words are tortured pleasure, and he sends a mouth-watering image through of Ezla’s soaking-wet, clenching pussy to pair with his next words. “Look at your greedy little hole begging for some cock.” Drawing his hand back, Cooper delivers another hit.
Then another.
And another.
Another.
Each one is deliberate, giving her a few seconds’ reprieve before another slap is delivered to her sensitive flesh, and Ezla is loving it—every time that hand connects with her skin, a short, hoarse moan is pulled from her and her breathing rate ticks up another notch.
Her nails feel like they might pierce my skin where her hand’s now found its place on my nape, and fucking hell, my erection is killing me at this point, but I’m as fascinated as the rest of my brothers by this display, and I’m unable to move a limb to do anything about my blue balls even if I wanted to; I don’t think I could be like this with Ezla, and that’s one of the many reasons why her having five men works so well—each of us can give her something different, something she clearly needs—and yet that doesn’t change the fact that this scene is undeniably hot.
We all have different ways of showing Ezla she’s our goddess, and I’m pretty sure Cooper’s found his favourite.
Admittedly, I’ve been watching their sexual interactions the closest, because it did seem slightly risky at first with both of their pasts, but this kind of intimacy actually seems to really help them both, every blow replacing the violence of their lives with good, and I’m not about to get in the way of something that makes the both of them happy.
We all deserve happiness and to explore ourselves and our Bonded thoroughly, and after today, it’s looking more and more likely that we’ll have a lifetime to do that.
Beautifully, Ezla’s form arches, her cry echoing through the room on Cooper’s next slap.
Tate’s delirious groan joins in as we watch her come apart for him, for all of us, from just the hits.
“Fuuck, Havoc.” Grinding against her side, he inhales deeply, drinking in the increased sweet smell in the heated air. “You smell so fucking good, baby.”
While Cooper gently rubs Ezla’s trembling thigh and hip, his tenderness a complete contrast to his behaviour from only moments ago, I push myself further upright.
My skin is now sticky, the air too thick, my veins pumping blood too close to scorching around my body, and I pull in a deep breath as I lift the hem of my black T-shirt, dragging the buttery-soft material over my sweat-damp face, the air only a mild relief as it tries to cool the moisture on my abs.
The abs a piping-hot sensation crawls all over the moment they’re on display.
Pausing, I slowly lower my top back down. Lifting my chin, my gaze collides with that stunning mismatched one.
Heart skipping several beats, I swallow thickly. I’ll never not be affected by her arresting attention. “Love.” My voice comes out far rougher than intended, and I clear my suddenly dry throat.
“Scotty,” she purrs, those captivating eyes taking a leisurely stroll around my body. “Take off your clothes. Let me see what belongs to me.”
I lack the ability to speak as I immediately do as she says, and when Ezla’s focus lingers before it shifts over to Tate and Cooper, they don’t need any more prompting to be rushing out of their own clothes, the former almost ripping his T-shirt in his haste.
Humming, Ezla’s eyelids droop as she takes in the sight of all of us surrounding her, bared and ravenous for her. She takes her time with each one of us individually, and I adore that, the way we each get her undivided attention equally.
Tate and Tiger both puff up their chests when her attention finds them, while Alby’s flush swallows any remaining fair skin of his, and Cooper strokes himself lazily, eyes heavy-lidded.
When it’s my turn, I move my hand towards myself, too, both unable to handle that painful throbbing in my cock and knowing how much she likes the sight of us pleasuring ourselves for her; hand wrapping around myself, I drag my fist up to the mushroom head, slicking my palm with the arousal beaded there before sliding my grip back down to the base of me.
My muscles bunch as her teeth sink into her plush lower lip. “So very handsome,” she purrs as she reaches for me, running a hand over my stomach possessively.
Hold on the shaft that pulses more insistently in response tightening to the point of strangulation, I murmur lowly, “I’m all yours, Ezla. We’re all yours. Where do you want us?”
Extending her arm above her head, her hand finds Tiger’s length.
From his half-pleasured, half-pained yelp, I can tell she has a bruising grip on him.
At the same time, her other palm finds the stiff, heated length of me, and I suck in a hissed breath, hand moving from my cock to cover hers on it, needing any kind of hold on her to stabilise myself. She replies, “Everywhere.”