Page 116 of Striker

“Fuck me,” Breaker rasps. “Tiny Thing has a dirty mouth.”

She grins up at him. “Bet you can’t wait to fuck it.”

His hips punch forward, making Cora choke.

“Striker.” Reaper’s coarse voice shoots down my spine, drawing my focus to him. His black eyes meet mine and I see the question in them.How far are you willing to go?

I glance at Viper, intently watching Cora take Breaker back into her mouth, then back to Reaper.

How far? Do I want Breaker to know?

Who the fuck am I kidding? Theyallalready know.

I nod, my heart stampeding wildly in my chest.

Reaper grips Delilah by the back of her neck and squeezes. She cocks her head to the side as his thumb skates over her pulse. I want to lean down and kiss where his finger was. Her lashes flutter, making me think of how she looked when I slammed into her last night. How her eyes glazed over like they are now. Her gaze moves up to me as he gathers her hair and holds it in a fist, but he turns his focus back on me.

“Let Baby Girl taste your cock,” Reaper tells me, then says, “Viper, help our girl suck him in deep.”

Viper freezes. Breaker stills. Reaper waits.

Cora releases Breaker’s dick with a slick pop and shifts my way, eyes darting up to my face, tongue already out and ready. Delilah scoots closer, biting her lip, blue eyes clouding with lust as she looks up at me, reaching for Cora again, obviously planning on joining even without Reaper’s command.

My heart hammers and I realize they don’t know. Our girls have no idea the change happening because, for all they know, we do this. Fuck each other. Neither one detects how we’ve allpaused, waiting for the other’s reaction. Like the entire planet didn’t just slip off axis, and my life hasn't suddenly changed with this one command.

Breaker’s hand lands on my shoulder and electric bolts shoot through my head. Suddenly, I can’t remember if he’s ever touched my shoulder. I can barely breathe as I try to work through the noise in my head.

He’s touched me. Plenty of times. Our dicks have even touched, slipping into a waiting cunt on more than one occasion. But somehow, his fingers on my shoulder right now, makes the room feel like it’s tilted sideways.

My gaze flickers over to him and I catch his pale blue eyes watching me, like he’s silently checking in with me. I wish I could see his face. See if his lips have turned up at the corner with a small, knowing grin or if they tugged into a frown like they do when he’s concerned.

I wonder what that frown tastes like.

Reaper’s voice breaks through the static in my head, thick with lust. “Kitten, help them get Striker’s cock in our girl’s mouth.”

Delilah reaches for my belt. Viper’s gaze drops to the bulge in my pants. The sound of my zipper being pulled down snaps through me, and it’s like the entire world’s moving again.

Delilah’s warm hand reaches in my pants, wrapping around me and I hiss out a breath. She frees my dick and my hand lands on Cora’s head, trying to keep myself upright. Excitement, adrenaline, lust, all course in my veins, making my head spin.

“Even his cock is gorgeous,” Cora whispers, and I’m slammed back to reality.

Before I can change my mind, Princess’s and then Viper’s large, thick fingers wrap around my base. My hips jerk involuntarily at the contact. Viper’s other hand weaves intoCora’s hair at the back of her head, guiding her to me and our finger’s brush. I squeeze my eyes shut, clenching my jaw. The feeling of all of them, all those fingers,hishand on me, makes me feel unsteady, so I dig my fingers into Cora’s red hair as she leans in and sucks me into her mouth.

My eyes flutter, fire sparking down my spine.

“That’s my good boy,” Breaker says and his words crash through my head, making my eyes pop open. Cora chooses that moment to suck my tip hard and I gasp as Breaker’s gaze shifts to me. Am I the good boy or Viper? Do I want it to be me? Then Breaker says, “I knew you wanted to be Strike’s good boy too, Viper.”

All the blood drains from my head to my cock. Viper’s grip tightens around my shaft. Breaker squeezes my shoulder and I’m grateful for it. It feels like permission. Like reassurance that this is all okay. Our girls don’t know, but they do.Hedoes. Viper hasn’t always sucked his dick. They haven’t always touched when we’ve taken a woman. What I’m doing right now, changing how we interact during these moments, is altering not just my life, my mental and emotional state, but theirs too.

Cora releases me with a slick pop, sending a surge of heat through my gut. “He’s huge,” she says, completely unaware of the dynamics being established. I drop my gaze to find her looking up at me with an open, satisfied expression. Her eyes flicker to Delilah. “I bet he felt good stretching you open.”

Princess makes a sound in her throat, her thumb slicking over Cora’s wet lips and the saliva dripping down her chin. I try to focus on her face as Cora sucks me in deep, but I can barely think straight as she swirls her tongue around the head of my dick, and Viper tugs my shaft, forcing Delilah’s hand to slip lower. She trails her fingers over Cora’s cheeks as they hollow out and the sight’s so erotic, so sensual and loving that my balls draw up tight.

“Viper,” Reaper says, and I snap my focus to him, trying to keep from exploding into her mouth. “Take our Baby Girl while she sucks Striker’s cock.” He pets Delilah’s head, making her grip on my cock tighten. Black eyes move from my cock to my face before moving over to Breaker. “Breaker, come take care of our pretty Kitten.”

Next to me, Breaker lowers himself to his knees, placing one hand on the cushion next to Reaper, his other sliding her dress up. She releases me and now it’s just Viper’s hand on my dick.

“Lift your hips, Kitten,” Reaper says as he tugs her dress up and hooks his thumbs in her underwear, slipping them down her thighs. Breaker removes them all the way, then undoes the buttons of her dress, pulling it over her head until she’s just in her white bra.

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