Page 61 of Wicked Deceit
Someone finally has mercy on their poor girlfriend when heavy circles push against my aching clit. Stars form in my eyes, and I grind heavily against them. Mentally, I beg someone to screw my brains out in a hurry before I explode around nothing when all I want to do is come around someone's cock. I suck in a breath, and everything stalls around me. In all different directions, four fingers enter me one by one. Together, like a damn dream team, they work their fingers in and out. I babble incoherent moans, half begging them to stop and half begging them never to stop. My brain can’t decide when my nerve endings ignite, taking over my rational thoughts.
"Fuck, Angel," Seger hisses from behind me, poking my ass with his excitement.
His new metal accessory on the tip of his dick slides against my skin, eliciting more moans and sharp shivers. Thankfully, it's been a month, and both boys were cleared to engage in sexual activity. And it just so happened that today was the day they got the green light.
I cry out in frustration when they pull their fingers away, leaving only one.
"Sunshine," Chase whispers. "You're so wet,” he groans, running his fingers through my wetness and coating his fingers.
"So fucking ready for us," Carter grunts, fisting himself in hard strokes.
I'm again dickmatized by his length, shiny with his newly-healed piercings. I swallow hard, imagining what it will feel like deep inside me. We've waited so long to do this, and tonight is the night we try them out. It’s been a hard month of not coming for them.
Precum drips from his throbbing red tip as he stalks toward me, completely nude through the water. As Carter parts the water with his steps, he makes his intentions perfectly clear. It’s written all over his determined, snarly face. Carter is the predator swimming in the depths of the water, and I’m the willing prey, standing stock still and waiting for him.
Seger kisses my cheek. "I think Grumpy needs you more than me right now," he murmurs, not taking his eyes off the predator standing before me. Before stepping out of the tub, he kisses me and sits behind Chase, who lounges in the water.
Carter's rough grip wraps around my hips, bending me, and wrapping himself around me. The heavy beat of his heart pounds against my back and his bent knees split around me, forcing me to my tippy toes. His arm wraps around my waist once he has me where he wants me and only stops to put on a condom. And then—then he slams home, jamming himself completely inside with a loud grunt, nearly knocking me forward.
My arms reach out, clinging to the outside of the tub to anchor myself when he thrusts again and again, knocking his hips into mine with such force, I sputter a breath, gasping for air when he pounds into me, not waiting for me to adjust or ask me if I'm okay this time. He fucks me—hard, harder than he's ever fucked before. His breaths wheeze in his chest with every heavy pound he gives, and our skin slapping echoes through the room. My eyes roll into my head when his grip tightens, and I swear his dick swells to a bigger size. His piercings rub against my pussy walls, and my toes curl from the sensations. They always said it’d be worth the wait, and boy, were they right.
"Fuck," he grunts again, picking up speed and pounding into me until my ass jiggles and tingles.
Carter's aching heart pounds against my back as he stops to catch his frantic breaths, tightening his hold across my waist. His chest heaves, slick with sweat again.
"It'll be okay," I whisper in a strained voice. My fingers brush his hand, interlocking our fingers together, trying to reassure him I won’t slip away from him.
"It'll be fucking okay when I roast those sick mother fuckers trying to hurt you. Until then—until then, I won't rest…."
"We'll all protect her," Zepp says quietly, earning head nods from the other two.
"All for one, and one for all, or some shit," Chase says, dropping to his knees.
The water in the tub barely skims his pecs, hitting my upper thighs. Even if it went over his head, I don’t think he’d mind drowning at my feet. Lust swims in the depths of his gray eyes when he peers up at me, licking his lips.
Seger snorts, rolling his eyes. "We aren't the damn musketeers."
"We're the Kayceeteers." Chase snorts, fist-pumping to his stupid joke and splashing water everywhere with a silly grin.
"You guys are stupid," I breathe a laugh, running my fingers through Chase's shaggy blonde locks from where he looks up at me on his knees.
Carter groans as I squeeze around him. "Fuckity fuck, shut up," he says, pulling out and slamming back in.
Every thought taking up real estate inside my mind evaporates into thin air, fucked to the darkest part of my mind. It’s locked away with the key thrown into the abyss by the big dick screwing me so hard I don’t remember my name anymore. Who am I? No one. Who is after me? No one right now.
His breaths become manic and wild with every thrust—growling and snarling at anyone who looks at me, marking his damn territory. He owns me now, possessing me in every sense of the word, while the others stand back and watch with hooded eyes. It’s weird to think three guys can sit around watching their girlfriend getting railed by a man who was once their biggest enemy. A man they warned me to stay away from so many times. But here he is, locking eyes with them, fucking me however he wants.
Carter slows his thrusts, coming to a stop, leaving himself buried deep inside me. Again. Reaching between my legs, his fingers spread me like a damn dessert and revealing my clit for a feast.
"Make her come, Elf Ears," Carter grunts, reaching around to grab Chase's head.
I expect a protest for the use of that ridiculous nickname. Instead, I get exactly what I want without him uttering a word.Oh, God. Yes. My lips pop open at the sensation of Chase's warm tongue lapping at my clit and moan toward the ceiling, throwing my head back onto Carter's chest. A shiver works down my spine when Chase grins against my flesh teasingly like he’s secretly up to no good. When the tip of his tongue curls against my clit, I finally catch on to the words he's spelling out with the tip of his tongue like a pencil.
Chase Tate Benoit.
He does it again and again, tracing his name. Then he moves on to Seger’s full name—middle name in-friggin-cluded. Fuck. I'm going to die of orgasms, if that's even possible.
Lapping away, his tongue puts more and more pressure on my throbbing clit. I beg and pant for a quick release, reaching to rest my fingers in his hair. But the only response I receive is a vibrating chuckle. He’s teasing me. Fucking teasing me. He knows I’m close, but he holds back. He swirls his tongue, circling, taking the pressure away, and drawing out Seger's full name.
