Page 4 of Fall

This is definitely not how I was expecting my morning to go. Val doesn’t wait for me to answer before he’s dragging my shorts down over my thighs, and he easily tosses them over his shoulder.

“What a gorgeous, good girl,” he compliments. “But I’ll admit, I’m excited to see you feral again.”

Squirming in Kieran’s grip, I give him a bemused look. “Why do you think you’ll see meferalagain? That was only when I had a knife and you were threatening to kill me.” God, I feel sounsure, vulnerable, anddelicatehere, with nothing on and with both of them holding me.

Val just chuckles. “Maybe I just think you have it in you.” His voice is soft and velvety, and he lifts onto his knees again as Kieran pulls me back to more comfortably pin my back against his chest.

It also allows Val all the access to the marks he could possibly want. A low sound of approval escapes him as he leans forward to run his fingers over the marks on my hips and sides. He matches the fingerprints with his own hands, his touch soft and warm andwanting.

Fuck, this shouldn’t be as hot as it is. It’s hard to remind myself they’re murderers when I’m not in danger. Harder still when all I can think about is how well they fucked me.

And how much I was into more things last night than I care to admit.

I gasp, not having predicted Val to lean forward to graze his teeth over the bite imprints. He bites down ever so slightly, tongue teasing over the marks. His hands slide from my hips to my thighs, pressing them open until they’re hooked over Kieran’s knees.

“Gorgeous, perfect thing,” Kieran murmurs in my ear. “You look so good covered in our marks.” The hand not still holding my wrist comes up to cup Val’s jaw, and he cradles his face in one hand. “You said you wanted to play,” he reminds him, and earns a reproachful look from the other scare actor.

“Do you guys have, uh, plans today? Bodies to hide or crime scenes to burn?” I hate the way my voice is uncertain, but I can’t seem to help it.

Neither of them speaks for a few seconds. But that’s more because Kieran’s mouth is on my throat, probably leaving a few more marks of his own while I struggle not to make any embarrassing sounds or movements.

Val is sinking down between my thighs, his fingers tracing along my skin in random designs that have me twitching and nervous. “Something like that,” he says finally, glancing up at me with something like regret and apology on his face, but it’s gone a moment later. He leans forward to breathe against me, pulling a shiver from my body before he licks teasingly up my slit.

“Fuck!” I yelp, leaning back suddenly against Kieran. “Val—” He, apparently, doesn’t care about more conversation. I writhe, wanting to get one hand free to tangle in his hair, but Kieran’s grip is firm and solid, keeping me pinned in place. His mouth finds my throat once more, and he licks over the old and new marks like he’s trying to taste them.

I don’t get a chance to recover for even a second as Val swipes his tongue up my slit, then licks over my clit repeatedly. He seems insistent, impatient, especially when he slides two fingers into me with an approving sound.

“Still so tight, even after how we played with you last night.” He leans back to gaze up at me as his fingers curl inside of me. My hips jerk into his hand and my mouth falls open, though I have absolutely no idea what to say.

“I’m…” It feels almost like an accusation or a compliment. I can’t decide which. My cheeks burn as Val gazes at me with his fingers in my pussy, and I find his gaze harder to meet when Kieran’s hand wanders down as well. He spreads me open and plays with my clit; he does it easily, considering the way my thighs are hooked over his. I pant out a breath, a word,something, in response to the overwhelming sensations of their hands on my body and Kieran’s mouth on my throat.

This really isn’t how I thought my morning would go.

“Wait, wait—wait,” I whine, realizing with surprise that I’m already close. It feels like they’re going to drag an orgasm out of me by force, and I don’t have a lot of say in the matter.

They don’t wait.

They don’t stop or pause or even slow down. The two of them just keep going, playing with me like a toy, no matter what I say or do. By the time my words are just nonsense, I’m trembling, and my legs are clenched tight over Kieran’s. My hands still twist and writhe at my lower back, and I can’t stay quiet when Val’s tongue joins Kieran’s fingers on my clit for a few seconds before he pulls away.

“What are we waiting for?” he teases. “Permission?Princess…” he trails off with a chuckle. “We don’t need your permission to make you come. We just need you to love this, don’t we?” His fingers curl and he adds another until he’s fucking me with four. It’s a burning stretch, it’s just on this side of painful, and it’s too much.

But it’sperfect.

My hips arch, rocking into their hands. Kieran gives a soft growl as he bites down once more on my throat, harder than he has so far this morning. I cry out at that, my breath coming in short, sharp pants.

“I-I’m gonna?—”

Kieran growls against my skin. “Then fucking come, darling,” he murmurs. “Come for us like I know you want to. I know you can, baby. I know you love Val’s fingers in your cunt. So come on. Come for me—” I cut him off with a sound that’s way too close to a scream for my comfort and I feel my body clenching around Val’s greedy fingers. Writhing and struggling have no effect when they’re both strong enough to easily hold me in place.

Val fingers me through my orgasm, not letting me come down from it for long, spaced out seconds. It’s intense and too much, though my mouth isn’t working well enough for me to voice any complaints I might have.

“S-stop,” I finally manage to whine. “Stop!Stop, you—” Kieran bites the other side of my neck and sucks a mark ontomy skin, and somehow the sensation has me seeing stars all over again.

In what feels like way too long and yet way too short of a time period, I feel Val pull his fingers free. He strokes over my thighs and lets out a soft sigh. Then his lips brush against my kneecap.

“You’re so pretty when you’re desperate,” he murmurs roughly. “I hope I get to see it over and over again.”

“I thought…” I pant the words as Kieran shifts to his feet, though he easily sets me back down on the couch against the pillows.

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