Page 64 of The Preachers' Promise
Even with Roman softening inside her, I fuck her harder. I can move easier now, and I really give it to her. She starts to go back into her ‘out of it’ headspace, but I bring her back around.
“Look at me.”
Her eyelids flutter, and she focuses on me as I ram my dick inside her.
“Who does this body belong to, Ophelia?
“You,” she moans, “and Roman, and Mal.”
“No, Angel. This is your body. Us fucking you like this isn’t something that’s done to you, do you understand that? It’s something we all take part in equally, even when we’re using all your holes. Like when we put our masks on and chase you, no matter how much we might make you fear us, deep down you’re the one in control.”
“I’m in control,” she gasps, though it must feel like right now she’s anything but.
“You understand that the same applies for anyone else in this world?”
“That I’m the one in control?” She’s struggling to speak, but she manages it.
“Yes. With us, and with the Prophet. He’ll only be in your head if you let him in. Do you understand?”
“Yes, yes, I understand.”
“Good girl. You can come now.”
I reach between us and rub her clit, and it’s what she needs to break apart. Crazed noises spill from her lips and her pussy clamps hard around my dick. I feel like I have to hold her against me to prevent her from spinning off into space. It means I’m almost right on top of her and Roman, and it should feel so wrong, being so close to him this way, but it doesn’t. It feels so very right.
Beside me, Malachi lets out a groan of pleasure, and hot semen rains down on both Ophelia and me.
It splatters all over my back, and I find that I don’t even care that another man’s cum coats my skin. I’ve had my cock inside Ophelia’s pussy when my fellow Preachers’ cum has been spilled inside her, so what does it matter?
I manage to hold off until her orgasm starts to fade, and then I let my own go. The roar of pleasure surges up from my balls and explodes through me and into Ophelia. I kiss her hard, tasting her moans. I can’t possibly get any closer to her than this, but I want to. I want to climb into her skin and stay there forever.
Finally, we all slump together. I pull out of her gently, and Roman has already slipped from her. We move, so she’s between us, and Roman pulls Ophelia into his arms, lying on his side, so as to not put more weight on his back, and kissing the top of her head. She snuggles into him, and it warms my heart.
The walls Roman has built up, she’s breaking them down, brick by brick. He’s finally allowing himself to be vulnerable with another person. I’m not sure he’s ever had that, even with us, his best friends. He still always held himself back, fearful of what might happen to him if he really showed his heart to us. We had no idea he was beating himself, but he showed that to her. He might argue it was by accident, but I’d argue it was his subconscious that made him lie down on that mat with no shirt on, knowing she would come looking for him.
It feels as if this is finally all coming together between us, but the outside world is still there, waiting for us, and that’s what worries me.
31
ROMAN
I must have fallen asleep,because I wake with a start. There’s faint light beyond the blinds, and I wonder what time it is. For a moment, I’m groggy and confused as to why I woke, but then stinging pain in my back makes itself known. Damn, I should have gone more carefully during the fun times, but I can’t regret it. It was worth a little pain, and deep down, I kind of like the pain, so there’s that.
A small, warm form lays within the shelter of my curled body, my arm thrown over her.Ophelia.
Where are the others? I turn to look over my shoulder, but there’s no Cain or Mal behind me on the bed. I can see well enough in the faint light to make out they aren’t in the room.
Has something happened? My heart picks up speed, but no, if it had, surely they’d have woken us.
Looking down at the girl in my arms, I pull her into me, holding her tight, and gently kiss the top of her head. She makes a snuffling sound against me, and every single part of me turns to liquid. She melts me and makes my hardened insides molten. This girl could break me, and it scares me, but I’ve never been a coward. So, I must face the stark truth, which is that I’m deeply in love with her.
“Roman, you smell so good,” she mumbles.
I do? I’d have thought I smelled of sex and sleep. “I mean, I could do with a shower.” I laugh softly.
“Me too.” She snuggles in closer and yawns. “Not yet, though. I love being here like this with you. I’m glad you stayed and didn’t run off this time.”
I kiss the top of her head again. “I’m glad I stayed, too.”
