Page 24 of Volatile

I lean into him without any intention as I ask, “How did you think of that?Whydid you think of it?”

“You said be creative,” he shrugs as he takes a turn. “I went online for creative shit to impress my girl and there was a woman who said she asked her man if she could hold his dick while he pissed but he said no, so I figured I’d try my luck with you.” Sparing me a glance, he softens his voice. “At least you’ll never forget me now.”

I haven’t forgotten him since I was fourteen, I never will because he is both the catalyst of my death and the one who resurrected me. If I tell him he’ll end up developing a god complex, so I shift in my seat and stare out of the window.

SEVEN

Anastasia

They’re too organized and I don’t like the idea of how many times Vitali has done this when he told me it was years ago. The fucking liar has clearly fucked someone with Zidane recently because they’ve spent the night moving around the other like it’s a pre-ordained routing.

Tali’s hand doesn’t leave my neck as though he’s staking a claim and refusing to let Zidane touch that part of my body while his lips and tongue touch every other part of me. When Zidane settles between my legs and holds my thighs open, he looks up at me, flicks his eyes to Vitali, then back to me as his voice drops, promising more than I could imagine.

“Fifty grand she sings for me and hums for you.”

He aims the last part at Vitali with an arrogant smirk and presses wet, open-mouthed kisses to my inner thighs. They’re both still dressed, and it makes the image of me laid out naked for them more erotic.

A twisted part of me doesn’t want Zidane to win and I grab Vitali’s shirt, pulling him down to mute myself. The cocky fuck smirks against me knowingly; it’s a matter of loyalty, I was born into the Bratva, and it doesn’t mean shit if Zidane’s family are allies. My back arches as he laps at my entrance and Vitali groans into my mouth as he moves his hand down my body to massage my tits. The groan comes from a source further down as Zidane slowly pushes his tongue into me and my thighs clench, trapping his head in place.

One hand goes to the back of each of their heads and I grab Vitali’s hair in my fist to stop him moving away. It doesn’t slow him down and my mouth opens on a silent scream as he sucks the sensitive spot on my neck. Fuck me, two mouths are definitely better than one.

“That’s my girl, you’re waiting for me, aren’t you?”

Vitali’s whisper has me holding my breath to stop any sound leaving. He wraps his hand around my throat as I shake my head and his lips dance down my chest. When warmth wraps around my nipple a moan rips out of my throat. “Fuck, I’m close.”

Zidane sits up on his knees and pushes two fingers into me. “Come on my fingers so I can taste you while you suck my dick.”

Holy fuck, I’m literally stuck between two talkative assholes.

He kisses up from my hip to my other tit that Vitali’s not attached to and moves his tongue in the opposite pattern. I’m making noise, I can’t stop it, and Vitali scrapes his teeth against my sensitive peak. His fingers go further down, two circling my clit as he lets me go with a wet pop and orders, “Show him how beautiful you are when you come.”

My entire body tenses, my back bowing and I rip out chunks of their hair as my toes curl into the sheets and my legs go in every direction possible while he fills with awe.

“That’s my fucking girl.”

My heart is racing as though I’ve run a marathon when they both slowly bring me back down to earth. They swap places before I can fully settle into my body and rough hands I will always recognize grab my hips. Vitali turns me over and sits me on my hands and knees before laying under me and grabbing my hips to pull me down.

“Fuck!”

The scream that leaves me is involuntary and Zidane smirks, undoing his belt.

“The game’s rigged, isn’t it?”

A laugh flows out of me, more air than sound, and my mouth preemptively fills with spit as he pulls his dick free.I’m definitely not walking tomorrow; I’m used to Vitali’s size, but my body still needs time to adjust. Combined with Zidane I’m totally fucked in the best possible way. He combs my hair over my shoulder, his fingers gripping my scalp, and he uses the hold to tilt my head up. Looking between my eyes, he smiles softly, and it carries into his voice as he asks, “You good?”

Nodding my head, I return the smile as Vitali pushes two fingers into me and my mouth opens on a scream as stars dance in front of my eyes. My head tries to fall back but Zidane’s hold doesn’t allow it to.

“Yeah, you’re definitely good.”

His dark voice reaches my ears, and he guides me forward to his dick. Every stroke of Vitali’s tongue and fingers turns to sound around Zidane’s length as I wrap my lips around him. I look up at him as I reach down and thread my fingers through Vitali’s hair. Zidane winks and sucks his fingers into his mouth. I don’t know where my climax comes from or who’s responsible for it, but I can’t focus on everything happening as he thrusts into my mouth and Vitali pushes a third finger into me.

My entire body shudders and the bastard between my thighs doesn’t stop making it roll into another until I’m a mumbling mess of spit and tears. He massages up my stomach and cups my tits. He always goes to the left side and my hips move, chasing more. His hand extends further up to wrap around my throat, and he groans into me. It’s deep and vibrates around my clit as he keeps me in place for my face to be fucked.

The addition of his hand intensifies everything, and my fingers go numb from how tightly I’m holding on to his hair, but his smile is bracketed by my inner thighs and my body is pulled taut as I scream around the dick currently blocking my air. Tali finally lets me go and slides out from under me. Heat covers my back as he gathers my hair in one hand at my crown, wrapping it around his fist. He kisses up my shoulders to my neck and croons in my ear, “Show him why I’m obsessed with you.”

I preen under the claim, and he bites into my neck as Zidane pauses his thrusts. Vitali controls my head and smooths his hand over my ribs as they have a fucking conversation between themselves which the chatterbox obviously starts.

“I can’t hear her singing for you.”

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