Page 53 of Psycho Saviors

"Sure I can, we own this one, and Cristian has paid them to close up front for a short break," he said as he stepped in with me.

"What? Why?" I frowned, but then the realization hit as his eyes rolled over me. He moved closer, trailing one hand down my arm, the skin prickling in its wake. He leaned in, kissing my shoulder, and I quivered as he littered more kisses on my neck.

"I think we need to have a little fun." He kissed my jaw and then the edge of my lips. "Don't worry about bleeding on anything, we'll get it sorted," he added as I went to object, as if he'd read my mind.

Not that I had been bleeding all that much today. Which was odd considering how the cramps had lingered.

His lips found mine once more, and it wasn't long before Cristian joined us, the small space becoming a playground for their desires and mine, a wild and reckless abandonment of every rule I'd ever known.

Julian and I broke apart, and Cristian caught my wrist, twirling me to face him.

His fingers trailed along my jawline before tilting my chin up. "Do you know how beautiful you are, kitten?" His voice was a low growl, and my breath caught at the desire burning bright in his eyes.

Julian was behind me, his hands skimming over my hips, pulling me back against him in the small space. His lips found the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"She's perfect," Julian murmured against my skin, his fingers deftly unzipping the back of the dress I'd been trying on.

Cristian watched his brother strip me with a hunger in his eyes that matched the fire building within me. My heart thrummed with anticipation as the dress pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. Julian's hands roamed freely over my now bare skin, his touch igniting a trail of heat wherever it went.

"We're going to take such good care of you, kitten," Cristian said, his voice a low purr as he captured my lips in a searing kiss.

Julian's hands found the clasp of my bra, unhooking it with practiced ease, before he cupped my breasts from behind, his fingers teasing my nipples. I arched into his touch, my head falling back against his shoulder as Cristian's mouth moved lower, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my throat.

The pair of them undressed while kissing my body, twirling me between them as they shed each item of clothing.

Cristian sat down on the offered stool in the room, a place that I’d normally rest my handbag, his eyes trailing over me. He pulled me onto his lap, his erection pressing against the thin fabric of my panties. Julian knelt on the floor before us, his hands skimming up my thighs, pushing the panties aside.

“Poor little pyro, bleeding for us,” he said with a cluck before sliding my panties down my legs and tossing them aside.

Cristian's hand fisted in my hair, angling my head to deepen the kiss as Julian's fingers explored my folds, slipping inside me with ease, unfazed by my bleeding. A moan escaped me, swallowed by Cristian's insistent mouth.

Julian's fingers curled, stroking that sweet spot as I quivered on Cristian’s lap. Cristian's hands roamed my body, tweaking my nipples and rolling them between his fingers. He kissed and nipped at my neck as Julian continued his teasing, my legs trembling.

“Look at you, aren’t you a mess?” Julian chuckled as he kissed my thighs.

“So beautiful today, trying on all our finds,” Cristian added, his lips dancing over my neck.

The sound of their low, husky voices, the rasp of stubble against my skin, the Julian’s fingers stroking me—it all combined to send me spiraling toward the edge.

"Please," I begged, not even sure what I was asking for, only that I needed more.

Julian pulled back, grinning at me in a way that made my heart flutter, and I gasped as Cristian positioned himself at my entrance, his cock nudging against my folds. I sank down onto him with a soft moan, praying no one else was in here. I’d almost forgotten where we were, but I had to assume Cristian had made sure we wouldn’t be disturbed.

As Cristian began to thrust up into me, Julian stood and moved to stand before us. I took him in my hand, stroking him firmly as he leaned over so I could kiss him.

“That’s right, kitten, let us fill you up,” Cristian groaned as his fingers dug into my hips, driving me down onto his length with force. One hand slid up around my neck, cutting off my air as Julian pulled away.

Cristian rose with me, guising me up by my throat, and then he bent me over. Julian guided himself into my mouth as Cristian’s hands settled on my hips, bouncing me on his dick as I struggled to keep my balance. I chose to rest my hands on Julian’s thighs as I danced my tongue over his dick, enjoying his sharp intake of air.

“Fuck, pyro.” His voice was raspy as his hand fisted in my hair, and they found their rhythm, rocking me between them as they had their way with me right there.

I was impaled on Cristian's cock, Julian's thickness filling my mouth. It was raw and animalistic, and it felt both wrong and so damn right.

The world narrowed to the three of us, the push and pull of pleasure and need. Cristian's hands gripped my hips, setting the pace, as Julian's fingers tightened in my hair, guiding me.

Together, we climbed higher, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within me until it finally snapped, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. I cried out around Julian, who followed me over the edge, his own release pulsing on my tongue.

“Fuck yes.” Cristian wasn't far behind, his body shuddering behind me as he found his release deep inside me.

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