46. Malic
Malic
Wilder moves forward with more confidence than before, eyeing her up and down like the snack she is. He licks his dry lips before stepping between her legs and cupping her cheeks.
“Are you sure we don’t know each other?” he murmurs.
“You mean besides when you barged into the ladies’ room at the bar?” she quips, raising a brow.
Wilder actually breaks a fucking smile as he lifts her chin so her eyes gaze directly into his.
“Yeah, besides that,” he says, looking her over and trying to memorize her face.
I see the moment he thinks he knows, but he shakes it away.
Come on, Keeper. Don’t keep biting your tongue.
Your dick knows who you’re staring at. “You remind me of someone. A friend.” He cocks his head and aligns his lips so they’re directly over hers.
“Good friend or bad friend?” she asks breathlessly, playing into his words.
“A good one,” he says before lightly pressing his lips to hers and groaning while squeezing his eyes shut. I wonder if a certain person is on his mind as he kisses her? Probably.
This should be interesting.
“Same, old chap,” I say, admiring the way he tenses at my words. “Don’t let me stop you. Stick your tongue in her mouth and your hands in her pussy.”
I tilt my head, watching the show as my hand finds my cock again.
I squeeze the tip, forcing more glistening precum to burst out of me at the sight of them together.
Wilder does just that, letting his tongue explore the inside of her mouth.
It’s funny; he could have walked away. Like I think he wanted to do before he was ensnared by her.
I don’t blame him. She reminds him too much of the person he’s been lusting over and confusing himself with.
Poor Keeper, you confused bastard. He kisses and kisses her, letting his hands roam down her front and squeezing her tits softly.
He caresses her flesh so gently; it’s so different from me.
“My turn,” I grumble, stepping in and ripping her away from him. I can only take so much sharing before I need to take control again.
“Sharing is caring,” Wilder quips, staring at us with narrowed eyes.
“It is. That’s why I’m taking back what’s mine and sharing it with you. Now, Little Ghost, come here and bend over. Time to fuck you senseless. And remember whose name you’re going to shout.” I grin as I direct her off the counter and bend her over so she aligns with my dick.
She looks over her shoulder with narrowed eyes. “You’re a lot bossier than I remember,” she grumbles.
“Mhmm,” I hum, kicking her feet apart and putting my hand in the middle of her back. “Now, Keeper, why don’t you whip it out so she can suck on it? You’ll drown out the screams I’m about to force out of her.”
Wilder shakes his head as he removes his shirt.
“This is the weirdest fucking situation you’ve ever brought me into and you’ve done some pretty weird shit, Mal.
I can’t believe…” I know in that instance he wants to step away and reevaluate what’s happening here.
His eyes dart. His hands bunch. And I fully expect him to run to his room with his tail tucked between his legs.
Much to my surprise, he doesn’t budge. He continues to take off his clothes and climbs onto the counter himself when he’s completely nude.
“Now, what?” he huffs impatiently, staring between me and the naked girl with unmasked lust sparkling in his eyes. Oh, and his dick.
“Now, you scoot closer so she can suck your dick until you come in her mouth, while I fill her pussy. Together, we’ll give her the best pleasure of her life.
” I grin as I line my dick up with her gleaming cunt and slowly work myself inside.
“Fuck,” I breathe, closing my eyes. “You feel like home, Little Ghost,” I whisper, gripping tightly to her hips when I’m seated fully inside her.
She clenches around me and moans fill the air.
It’s music to my ears.
“You say a lot of weird things knowing this is a one-time thing. Again,” she huffs, shivering when I lean over her and nip her earlobe.
“Hmmm. We’ll see all about that in the morning, Crumpet. For now, be a good girl and take my best friend’s dick into your mouth. He hasn’t come with a girl in…”
“Shut the fuck up,” Wilder hisses, moving closer while pumping his dick.
“My, my, that’s impressive girth, Keeper.” I grin as I slowly rock out of her and slam back in, causing a scream to erupt from her throat. “Now, use it to shut her up. Someone might interrupt us.” And hopefully, the ones sniffing around her don’t come this way.
“You need to shut up,” Wilder grunts, his eyes rolling in the back of his head as she bobs on his dick. “And don’t make this weird.”
“Weird?” I say through heavy breaths, pounding into her several times. “You’re the one making this weird. Now, enjoy. I know I will.”
My keeper doesn’t retort as she takes him further into the back of her throat, gagging a few times.
But she doesn’t complain or stop. Even when the drool rolls down her chin and lands on the kitchen counter.
His fingers weave into her shorter strands, keeping her close as his hips lift and he finds his rhythm.
Who knew I’d enjoy sharing her so much? Especially with Wilder.
My hips buck wildly against her. The sound of slapping skin fills the house like a fucking song I could listen to on repeat. Over and over again, her pussy tightens around me, pulling me further into her. I don’t mind.
“I could live in your cunt,” I groan into her ear as tingles roar up my spine and a fire ignites through my veins.
“And now, I’m going to paint your pussy and claim you as mine,” I moan as my balls tighten and my cum shoots inside her, claiming her as mine forever.
I bite my tongue, holding back her true name on the tip of my tongue.
If I let that slip now, she’ll run from us, and I can’t have that. Not when she’s so close to me.
Leaning over her, all our movements stop. Well, except for Wilder. He still moves in her mouth, rigidly thrusting his hips until a loud, pained moan falls from his parted lips.
“Fuck,” he hisses, relaxing as she pulls her mouth from his dick and swallows every last drop of him.
My dick instantly hardens again inside her, but I don’t push my luck. There will be more times to enjoy this. Oh, yes. More of this. But tonight is not the night. Gently, I kiss her back as she stays bent over, catching her breath on the island.
“How about some celebratory drinks?” I ask, stepping back.
Olivia gives me the thumbs-up, and Wilder, well, he stares at her with awe and nods his head.
“brB,” I jokingly say, heading to the cabinet a few steps away with our liquor bottles.
“Make it a double,” Wilder rasps.
“And you, Little Ghost?” I ask, bringing down a few bottles. “How about Stagg? Hmm? You seemed to enjoy that.”
She flops her head to look at me. “Not my favorite. Only drink it to get drunk. Got anything that actually tastes good? Margaritas in a can?” She raises a brow as she watches me move toward the fridge with skepticism.
“You…” Her eyes widen at the sight of her favorite drink dangling in the air. “Have them?” she says.
“They are quite delicious, aren’t they?” I tease, taking it back to the counter as I pour Stagg into two glasses for Wilder and me.
“How did you know they were my favorite?” she asks with a little more certainty now. I feel her eyes glued to me with every move I make.
“Why don’t you go and get cleaned up, Little Ghost?
The restroom is at the top of the stairs and to the right.
Your drink will be here when you’re freshened up.
” I leave no room for argument as I go to the freezer, pluck a few ice cubes from the dispenser, and drop them into our drinks.
Once they’ve hit the liquid, I hand Wilder his drink, and I sip from mine.
She narrows her eyes, standing tall now in all her naked glory.
“If you don’t, then we’ll have a repeat of what we did,” I say, tipping my glass toward my hardening dick.
“He can’t get enough.” I chuckle when she huffs, collects her clothes from the ground, and marches up the stairs toward the bathroom.
It isn’t until I hear the door slam shut that I move.
“Now, Keeper, you’re going to have some questions.
But I need you to bite your tongue until tomorrow morning. ”
Wilder’s drink pauses against his lips, and he tilts it back until it’s gone. “Is she safe with you?” he asks, setting his glass down. “You’re up to something.”
I hum to myself, ignoring him as I go about my business, chopping up the Tylenol PM and then pouring them into her drink.
Getting a straw, I swirl it around in her very large margarita, then pour the contents into a margarita cup.
I ignore my keeper as he says something and add a lime and salt around the rim.
“Malic!” he hisses, grabbing my shoulder and nearly knocking me off balance. “What did you do?” He looks directly into my eyes, panic swirling there. “Did you just…” He lets the words hang there.
“Drug it? Oh, no, Keeper. Would I ever do such a thing?” I quip, setting her glass down and staring at it as it settles.
“Malic. I swear to God,” he groans, running a hand down his face and stepping away. He shakes his head as he puts his clothes back on. Then, his eyes find the drink again. “Is it necessary?” he asks. “And I’ll ask this one last time… Is she safe?”
“That’s something you never have to worry about with me, old chap. She’ll always be safe with me. Us. But we need to have a nice long talk in the morning and I can’t have her scurrying away in the middle of the night. Not before I put my tracker in her.”
“I shouldn’t have asked. I should have kept my dick to myself and my mouth closed. For fuck’s sake,” Wilder groans. “What the fuck am I going to do with you? Seriously?”