Chapter 44 Ryder
RYDER
“You have cameras in your penthouse?” I nearly choke on my whiskey, eyeing Dom across the polished bar top. “Jesus Christ, man. That’s some next-level paranoia.”
Dom swirls his bourbon, completely unruffled. “Security is never paranoia when you have assets worth protecting.”
“Assets like Cora?” Liam smirks, loosening his tie.
“All of you,” Dom corrects, his voice dropping to that possessive rumble that never fails to make my cock twitch. “The cameras cover every entrance, the elevator lobby, and common areas.”
My mind races with possibilities. “Tell me they record. Because we’re about to make some premium fucking porn tonight.”
Liam chuckles. “Always thinking with your dick, Caldwell.”
“Like you’re not?” I nudge his shoulder. “Mr. ‘Let’s-see-how-much-she-can-take.’”
“I’m simply interested in pushing boundaries.” Liam’s eyes darken as he leans closer. “Speaking of which, are we discussing limits for tonight?”
Dom checks his watch. “We’ve given her forty minutes. She’ll be perfectly on edge by now.”
I drain my glass, the whiskey warming my throat. “You didn’t answer my question about the cameras, Dom.”
“They record,” he confirms with a slight smile. “Thirty days of footage.”
“Fuck yes.” I grin broadly. “Triple penetration looks incredible from different angles.”
Liam raises an eyebrow. “Is that what we’re planning?”
“Why not?” I lean forward, lowering my voice. “She’s taken two of us before beautifully; it’s the next step.”
“That requires communication,” Dom interjects. “And control.”
“Which you love,” I tease, enjoying the flash in his dark eyes.
“She wants to be overwhelmed,” Liam muses. “Used.”
“And we aim to please.” I signal for the check, suddenly impatient. The thought of Cora waiting, not knowing when we’ll come for her, has my blood racing. “And guys? I call her ass.”
“You always call her ass,” Liam says with a smirk. “Predictable.”
“What can I say?” I shrug, unashamed. “I know what I like. And she fucking loves it.”
Dom signals the bartender for our check, his expression darkening with desire. “You’ve noticed how she pushes back against you when you’re there.”
“Yeah, she does,” I grin, remembering the way Cora arches her back when I’m buried deep in her ass. “Can’t blame her, though. My cock is very addictive.”
Liam leans forward, lowering his voice. “You know what I find impossibly sexy? Feeling you through her. When we’re both inside her, the way your cocks rub against mine through that thin barrier...”
My breath catches. “Fuck, Liam.”
“I’m serious.” Liam’s eyes are heavy-lidded now. “I can’t wait to feel Dom’s thick cock sliding against mine in her tight pussy tonight. The pressure, the friction...”
Dom’s knuckles whiten around his glass. “Christ.”
“And you’ll be adding to that pressure from behind, Ryder,” Liam continues, voice like velvet. “She’ll be so full, stuffed to capacity, completely at our mercy.”
The bartender slides our check across the counter, and Dom practically throws his black card down without looking.
“The noises she makes when she’s overwhelmed,” I add, my cock hardening painfully against my zipper. “Those little desperate whimpers.”
“When she tries to say our names but can’t form words,” Dom growls.
“Gentlemen,” Liam taps the signed receipt, “shall we?”
Dom’s town car waits at the curb, driver standing at attention. We slide into the plush leather interior, and Dom immediately raises the privacy screen once we’re all seated.
Without a word, he adjusts himself through his pants, rubbing his obvious erection.
I clear my throat and smirk at Dom. “Thinking about her waiting for us?”
Dom’s eyes meet mine in the dim car interior, his hand still rubbing the outline of his cock through his pants. “We’ve got twenty minutes till we reach the penthouse.”
“That’s enough time,” I say, already sliding my zipper down. The need to take the edge off before we reach Cora is overwhelming.
Liam raises an eyebrow but follows suit, unbuttoning his slacks with practiced ease. “This is a first, even for us.”
“What? Never jerked off with your buddies before a home invasion in the back of a car?” I laugh, wrapping my hand around my already aching cock.
Dom hesitates only a moment before freeing himself.
We fall into rhythm, breathing growing heavier in the confined space. Dom’s eyes are hooded, watching Liam and me with that intense stare that makes me want to drop to my knees.
“Her fantasy is something else,” I groan, twisting my wrist on the upstroke. “Breaking in, taking her by force...”
“While knowing she wants it,” Liam adds. “The masks, the Hunt all over again, but on her terms.”
Dom’s breathing quickens, his control slipping. “It’s fucking hot,” he admits roughly. “Coming for her in the dark, her not knowing when we’ll strike.”
“Making her fight us,” I say, my hand moving faster. “Then watching her surrender.”
“Consensual non-consent,” Liam murmurs. “The perfect playground for all of us.”
We’re all stroking faster now, the car filled with the sounds of skin on skin, muttered curses, and heavy breathing.
“Can’t believe how much I want this,” Dom groans, surprising me with his openness. “Want her. Want all of you.”
His confession pushes me closer to the edge. “Fuck, Dom.”
“Fuck, Ryder.” The raw need in his voice sends a shiver through me. An idea flashes through my mind—impulsive, like always.
“Why are we doing this separately?” I breathe out, my hand slowing on my cock. “Let me touch you both.”
Dom’s eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t hesitate for long. “Do it.”
I shift in the middle seat, turning so I can reach both. My right hand wraps around Dom’s thick cock while my left finds Liam’s. The simple act of touching them both simultaneously makes my breath catch.
“Jesus,” I murmur, feeling the contrast—Dom’s cock is thicker, Liam’s slightly longer. Both hot and hard in my palms.
Liam’s head falls back against the seat, a soft groan escaping his lips. “Fuck, your hand feels good, Ryder.”
“Should Daddy touch your cock, Ryder?” Dom asks, reaching over, his large hand wrapping around my neglected cock. “Like this?” he asks, his voice rough with desire.
“Yes,” I hiss as his grip tightens perfectly. “Exactly like that.”
We find a rhythm quickly, my hands stroking both of their cocks while Dom strokes me with confident, firm pulls. The intimacy of it—touching them both while being touched—is overwhelming in the best way.
“Didn’t think we’d be warming up before we even got to her,” Liam manages through gritted teeth, his hips pushing up into my grip.
Dom’s eyes are locked on my hands, moving over them both. “Think of it as... preparation,” he says, his thumb swiping over my tip, spreading the precum gathering there.
I increase my pace, feeling Dom mirror my movements. “We’re gonna fucking ruin her tonight,” I say, my voice breaking as Dom’s hand squeezes just right. “In the best possible way.”
The air in the car grows thick with our combined breathing, the rhythm of our hands quickening as we push each other toward the edge. Dom’s grip on my cock tightens in that perfect way—firm but not painful—while I work both him and Liam with determined strokes.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Liam groans, his hips lifting off the seat. His eyes lock with mine, then flicker to Dom, connecting us in this moment.
“Together,” Dom commands, his voice strained as he fights to maintain control even now.
We lock eyes in the dim light of the car, three men connected by more than just hands on cocks now. The intimacy hits me harder than I expected—seeing their faces twist with pleasure, knowing I’m partly responsible.
“Now,” Dom growls, and it’s like he’s flipped a switch in all of us.
We come almost simultaneously, hot pulses coating our hands and shirts. Liam first with a bitten-off curse, Dom following with a deep groan that vibrates through my chest, and me last with a gasp that sounds embarrassingly like a whimper.
For a moment, we breathe together, hands still loosely gripping each other.
“Well, that’s a first,” Liam says finally, reaching for the handkerchief in his pocket.
I laugh, feeling the tension release without the edge coming off our desire. Because, despite what just happened, I’m still rock-hard thinking about Cora waiting for us.
“Shit looks like none of us are done,” I observe, glancing down at our cocks—still hard and ready despite what just happened.
Dom’s eyes gleam dangerously as he cleans himself off. “Good. We’ll need the stamina for what I have planned.”
“Thinking about her waiting in the dark,” Liam adds, tucking himself away without softening completely. “Not knowing when we’ll come for her.”
“The masks in your bag?” I ask Dom, who nods.
“Everything we need to give her exactly what she asked for.”
The car pulls up to Dom’s building, and I feel the familiar rush of anticipation tightening my chest. Whatever happened between us in the car only heightened the tension, the air between us electric with purpose.
“Game faces, gentlemen,” Liam says, straightening his tie. The consummate professional even now.
Dom retrieves the duffel bag as we exit the car, nodding to his driver. “Take the rest of the night off, James.”
We wait until the car disappears around the corner before Dom opens the bag in the shadow of the building’s entrance. Inside lie three slightly different skull masks—the same ones we wore during the original Hunt. My fingers trace the familiar contours of mine before slipping it over my face.
“No cameras in this blind spot,” Dom confirms, his voice already more menacing behind his mask. The transformation is instant and complete.
Liam adjusts his mask, eyes gleaming through the sockets. “Remember, she wants to fight back before surrendering.”
“And the safe word is midnight,” I add, rolling my shoulders as I settle into character. My pulse quickens thinking of Cora waiting inside. The anticipation must be driving her crazy.