Page 23 of Lethal

Cole

A confusing mix of emotions pulse through me. I’m not even sure I can identify them all. But it has me on edge. The complacent nothingness I’ve surrounded myself with for the past several years has grown comfortable, and yet Raven has turned me upside down. Right when I think I’ve figured out the new ways she’s changed me, she throws something else into the mix, like this fucking perpetual torture of not being able to touch her.

I grind my jaw, trying to keep my mouth shut. Sure, I messed up, but this punishment is beyond the scope I imagined having to tolerate. The tease of having her on top of me while being pleasured by the others has given me the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever experienced in my life. The pressure is intense, bordering the line of painful.

And now, to have Jasper grasping my balls has me teetering on the edge of pleasure and torment. The threat is clear, but I still don’t want him touching me. My brain is so fucked up right now I’m almost inclined to lean toward the side of pleasure more than pain when it comes to his touch. A hand is a hand, right? If I stare at Raven, could I trick myself into believing it’s hers?

Nope, I couldn’t. I have to put more thought than I’d like into making sure my hips don’t buck trying to remove his hand. Not that it did anything when I tried before, with Raven on top of me.

Jasper is a fucking asshole. He’s claimed her in a way none of the rest of us can. I’m not sure what it is, but from the moment he saw her, he understood her implicitly. Everything he’s done since then has been for her, including sharing her with the rest of us.

Jasper knew right from the start she needed more than one man in her life. In fact, I wouldn’t put it past him to have manipulated the rest of us into seeing the value of sharing. He’s also the one most likely to get away with forcing her out of her comfort zone. They’re an oddity to be studied, two controlling people who spurn their natural instincts when put together.

Doesn’t mean I don’t want to murder him for putting me in this position, for threatening me, or for grabbing my cock. He’s owed a dick punch at the very least.

I don’t respond to him, instead, I level him with a narrow stare. Apparently, it’s enough of an answer for him since he releases my aching balls and resumes removing my pants. “Lift your hips, Little Bird,” he instructs our woman.

While sitting on my lap, she’s left a wet spot, but it’s grown in size in the past few moments. The little bitch got turned on even more with Jasper’s hand on me. I should punish her for it, for this entire ordeal, but I won’t. I deserve every moment of her wrath. It’ll ensure she puts this behind us.

With a solid yank, Jasper removes my pants, allowing my cock to spring forward, seeking the warmth of her pussy. The object of his desire for longer than this has been going on. I may have lost my mind for three days, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t wanted to fuck her every second of it. Something about killing and mind-blowing orgasms just go hand in hand.

My cock slaps her dripping cunt, and her lips instantly split to allow my girth to nestle against her. It’s like a welcoming hug for my dick. As much as I enjoy the direct contact with her pussy, it’s almost worse than before. It has even more blood rushing to my dick, making it pulse and jump against her clit.

Raven sucks in a deep breath with the sensation, and a whimper escapes her pretty little mouth with her exhale. The longer they fuck her against me, the more she loses her battle to hold out. My dark Raven wants me as much as I want her. I only need to break her down until she gives in. I’ve learned my lesson. No punishment will help cement it further.

Jasper returns to his position behind her after throwing my pants to the side. His hands instantly land on her hips before gliding to her breasts. She pants as he plays with her nipples. His touch is different from the rest of ours. It’s soft and playful, yet equally dominant at the same time.

Her lips are swollen from all the kissing and biting. It’s a beautiful sight, and one I look forward to enjoying for the rest of my life. Her pinched grip on my hair tightens, pulling on the short strands to tilt my head back. The angle makes it so I can’t watch my cock pressing against her clit, but I wasn’t looking there anyway. I’ve been staring into her eyes, watching her hooded gaze telegraph every moment of pleasure.

A hard warmth brushes against my balls before grazing the bottom of my shaft and continuing along Raven’s crack. Jasper’s gentle rocking of his hips has her grinding against my cock. Each bump sends a bolt of pleasure to the base of my spine like an electrical shock. We’re both fucking her without the penetration.

My hands tingle from being tied. I desperately want to touch her, to join and give her pleasure for real, instead of being an object, a toy if you will, for her to masturbate against. She better watch out the next time I’m able to get my hands on her.

Jasper’s lips brush against her neck and she tilts her head back, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation. His hands leave the peaked tips of her nipples and trail down her body until one hand rests on her hip, and the other moves between her thighs. The sounds of her enjoyment are something I live for. I think she rarely realizes she makes them, but they’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.

Each swipe of his fingers has the tips grazing against my cock. The unexpected touch adds little shocks of surprise, making my pulse jump. I don’t like it, and yet I do because Raven clearly enjoys it. Which is made evident when her head tilts down and she catches sight of it. A fresh flood of her desire coats my shaft, and her breath hitches.

Vander and Grayson watch from the captain’s chairs close by, their hands gripping their cocks, slowly jacking themselves off. Grayson uses the tips of his fingers, a lighter teasing touch than the full fist Vander is using. I make a mental note to repay them at some point for sitting their bare asses on my leather seats.

They watch on, making me think we all have a small amount of voyeurism in our kink wheelhouse. There’s something absolutely captivating about watching Raven come. Even when it doesn’t involve any of us. Lord knows I’ve watched my recording of her fucking the dildo for Ravenmaster more times than I can count. Not to mention the times I’ve stuck a toy in her myself.

Raven collapses and trembles against my chest, bringing my attention back to her. Jasper continues playing with her clit, keeping his movements slow, building her up to her release gradually. His hand is trapped between her body and my cock. Each rub of her clit also has slight movements brushing against me.

I’d kill him for touching me so personally if this wasn’t for my Raven. He’s lucky he hasn’t laid hands on me sexually, or he’d be dead before he could even think about reaching for one of the weapons he loves so much. I’m too on edge for this bullshit.

Suddenly, her shudders become stronger, and she cries out her release into my neck before trying to silence it by biting me. If only I could wrap my arms around her, hold her tighter to me as she rides it out.

When she calms down, Jasper frees his hand. Her arms limply hold on to me. She’s finally getting worn out, but not quite ready to call it yet. Her sweaty forehead rests in the crook of my neck, and while Jasper stands behind her, she presses a kiss to my neck.

How could I have ever left her the way I did? There’s no other answer than true insanity took over. Thank god it wasn’t permanent.

Jasper’s hand pulls back and smacks her ass, making her moan. “On your knees, Little Bird.” She lifts from my lap and cheekily waves her perfect globes at Jasper, begging for him to spank her again. I watched the feed live when he fucked her the first time, right after she came from the impact play.

Shit. Why did I have to think of that? It’s only making my cock throb even harder. And I’m starting to strongly doubt I’ll be relieving myself of this load anytime soon.

Her body jerks forward as he smacks her again, this time meeting with her pussy. The sound of her almost makes me come with nothing touching me at all. “Don’t get sassy with me.” He grabs her by the hair and yanks her head back until his lips line up with her ear. “Unless you don’t want me to give you the best orgasm of your life.”

Goosebumps prickle her skin with his promise, and he grabs her hips, guiding them further back. I move to capture her lips once more, needing to keep contact with her if I’m going to keep my sanity through this. The moment he thrusts inside her, she silences her moan by biting my lip.

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