Chapter Nick
Nick
Her grey eyes stayed locked on mine as she sucked their come off my fingers. Those plump lips gripped them while her tongue licked them clean.
Who was she?
The caring nurse—or this nasty, two-bit come-sucking slut?
I waited. Let her finish. Watched until my hands were clean before I grabbed her hair and hauled her toward me. She hissed, fingers clawing at my wrist, trying to pry me off.
Too late.
When she hit the end of the bed, I flipped her onto her back. Her head tipped over the edge, hair spilling down, throat exposed. My barbells along the bottom of my cock would leave her lip raw.
Good.
But I wanted her to feel me—just like she’d feel my brothers inside her holes.
“Since you’re so hungry for come,” I said coolly, “why don’t you work for your next load?”
Alec and Rowan chuckled, and I glanced up at them.
Rowan was sprawled back, at ease. Alec leaned forward, watching.
That fucker.
He knew that I knew what he did.
I looked back at her and snapped, “Go on.”
When she opened her mouth, it was exactly how Rowan had taught her—so wide it must have made her jaw ache.
I leaned down and spat into her mouth, watching my saliva slide down her tongue. It was the only mercy I’d give her for what was to follow. I spat again, then straightened.
Alec crawled over and straddled her belly, gripping her breasts. He squeezed, tugging hard at her nipples, then glanced up and winked at me.
I chuckled. I knew exactly what he was about to do.
I tapped my dick against her chin before guiding it into her open mouth.
The tip vanished. As I fed her more, the top metal ball struck the back of her throat. Her small, panicked grunt made me smile. I rolled my hips slowly, hitting the same spot again and again until I felt her relax.
I glanced at Alec. He twisted her nipples.
As soon as she screamed, I drove my cock down her neck, muffling the sound—feeling the vibration of it instead. Her teeth grazed me, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was rock hard from watching them ride her holes.
The piercings that ran like a ladder beneath my cock scraped against her teeth. Metal tapping against enamel.
“Again,” I told Alec.
He twisted harder, and I pushed deeper. Metal and balls pressed against her face. Alec bent down and sucked on her reddened nipples while I held her throat tight for a moment before drawing back.
She hummed and moaned as I gave her slow, deep strokes.
Alec held her breasts like tankards, lifting them as he continued to suck on her nipples.
My cock pulsed. I began snapping my hips forward.
“She’s a good cock-sucker,” Rowan said, moving in behind Alec.
She was. Her lips sealed around me, and now I felt every piercing bump across her lip.
Her moan vibrated along my cock. I knew Rowan had to be fingering her.
One glance at her knees—slanted outward—confirmed it.
I bent my knees and thrust down, groaning as she swallowed me with ease. I groaned again when she worked her tongue.
“Oh, yeah,” I rasped, muscles tensing. “Hold that cock-sucking mouth open.”
There was nothing else—no thought beyond using her throat to drain my balls. I fucked her harder, telling myself that was all it was.
She was in this room for one purpose.
This.
Spit and precum slicked my cock, dripping down to soak my balls.
She struggled with the pace, and it only made me drive into her harder until wet, gurgling sounds filled the room.
Messy.
Perfect.
“Her pussy is drenched again,” Rowan announced.
Alec started slapping her breasts.
“Suck the come from his balls out, Ella,” he ordered, landing another slap on her right breast.
“Fuck, yeah. Good little bitch,” I grunted as my balls tightened.
My chest heaved as I continued to use her tight mouth.
All of us piled onto her.
This felt right.
My dick jerked in her throat. I pulled back just as the first hot jet of come shot out. I watched as more followed—thick, relentless—pooling inside her mouth. White and pink.
A beautiful sight.
It wasn’t until the last of it was inside her and I finally withdrew that I really saw her—her face slick, ruined.
“Nice,” Alec said, peering into her mouth. “Hold it in there, Ella.”
I rubbed my cock and balls over her face and forehead, spreading the mess.
Only then did I tell her to swallow.
She did.
Alec congratulated her like she’d just won a Nobel Peace Prize.
I felt lighter afterwards.
?
?
?
I had to carry her to the bath.
She didn’t protest—didn’t cling either. Just went loose against me, pliant in a way that made me more alert, not less. Rowan and Alec took her from my arms as I lowered her in, careful between them as steam curled up around her skin.
For a second, I thought I was going to have to call time out.
Both of them wanted her on their lap in the jacuzzi, talking over each other like children arguing about turns. I stayed where I was, arms folded, watching her like a hawk.
But she didn’t tease it.
Didn’t lean into one more than the other.
Didn’t play it.
She just let them bicker.
Eventually they worked it out—grudgingly—and Rowan pulled her onto his lap. She didn’t look around or smile at the victory. She simply rested her head against his chest, cheek pressed to warm skin, eyes half-lidded.
Quiet.
Rowan’s arm curled around her waist as if by instinct while we talked about work—deadlines, logistics, things that didn’t belong in this room but grounded it anyway. She stayed still through all of it, breathing slow, not listening, not pretending to.
When she moved to Alec, it was the same.
He cradled her in his lap, broader somehow, more deliberate.
His fingers toyed with the ends of her hair, slow and absent, before dipping between her thighs under the water—claiming to wash her.
She didn’t react. No coyness. No chatter.
None of the performative softness most women reached for in moments like this.
Her head rested on his shoulder, one hand splayed on his chest as if she’d fallen there by accident.
Used up.
Spent.
Done.
“Ella.”
I said her name loud enough to cut through the low conversation and the constant churn of bubbles.
Her eyes flickered open.
Alert—but only just. Fatigue sat heavy in them, the kind that dulled everything except instinct.
“Eat and nap,” I told her. No softness. No room for negotiation.
She nodded once.
Then her eyes closed again, head settling back into Alec’s shoulder as if the decision had already been made.