Page 6 of Savage Stalkers
“Semantics.” Silas waves him off. “I put some fine print down at the bottom, so I’m covered. And my obsession probably couldn’t get much worse.”
“If it makes you feel better, I’m happy to tag along and make sure things go smoothly.”
Kain shakes his head. “Like fuck you two are going alone. There would be fuck-all stalking, and the poor girl would be spit-roasted twenty hours a day.”
I snort. “There are no complaints when it’s you and Silas doing the spit roasting.”
“That’s because it’s my cock in your ass, and you belong to me. If I want to fuck you, I will.”
I suck my lips into my mouth to stop my smile. “Then it looks like we are having our first gang bang with a willing but unknowing participant. But with a safe word like cottage cheese, I hope she never plans to use it again because that word is gross.”
Silas laughs. Like me, he knows exactly why you shouldn’t google things. I had a random thought once, about someone sticking their dick in cottage cheese. It turns out that dick cheese is not what you should google at 2 a.m. after a night of drinking.
“Any sign of this going sideways, and I will end it. Nothing threatens either of you and lives,” Kain’s gruff voice rings out.
Silas doesn’t argue this time; instead, he launches himself at Kain. Silas isn’t built as big as Kain or even me. He wraps himself around him like a spider monkey, and Kain uses one arm to support his body while with the other hand he grabs Silas’s chin.
“You’re my responsibility. I take that seriously.”
“You anchor me, Kain. I know who you are, and I know no matter what I do, you won’t let me fall. You accept me for who I am, and for that I love you.”
Kain smashes his lips to Silas’s, and my cock joins the party against my will. Silas doesn’t say those words often, and when he does, they almost sound foreign to him. He says his mom wasn’t a shitty person, but I think he is comparing her to others he grew up around. Let’s face it, if you put glitter and a bow on shit, it’s still shit.
Silas has a lot of other hang-ups from his childhood, a couple being that he hates to be touched and dislikes bodily fluids on his skin. It’s a shame because he has a face I want to come on, but my imagination works well enough for that.
When they break apart, Silas pulls back slightly, and his shoulders tense in a way that means he’s about to retreat. His fingers twitch like he wants to wipe his mouth, but he catches himself.
Kain grabs Silas and bends him over the arm of the sofa, ripping the back of his slacks down and freeing his cock. He puts a hand on Si’s back, between his shoulder blades, keeping him down. Kain’s free hand circles his cock and runs it along Si’s ass.
“Please,” Si whimpers.
I rub myself through my sweats as I watch them.
Kain spits onto the end of his cock and pushes it into Silas’s hole. Kain is rough—though usually a little gentler with Silas than me—but this time he thrusts straight in, and Silas lets out a strangled gurgle.
“Don’t be a little bitch,” Kain growls. “You can take my cock.” Another moan rips out of Si, and Kain cuts his gaze to me. “Keep his mouth busy.”
I’m moving before I think, and the sofa dips beneath my knees as I shuffle in close. Silas lifts his head, and I palm his jaw, angling him where Kain wants him. His breath shudders against my skin.
“You good?” I ask.
Silas may look like the weakest of us, but he would fillet you like a fish while you slept and not bat an eyelid. He nods, so I inch closer and push my tip against his lips. He opens for me, and I press my way in, all the way to the back of his throat.
“Better,” Kain says. “Keep him like that.”
Silas trembles, but I hold him steady as Kain works into him with ruthless speed. When Silas tries to cry out again, I grab his hair on the top of his head and give him something else to focus on.
“Hold him still. I want to see him choke on you when I slam in deeper.”
Silas moans around my shaft as Kain thrusts into him.
“If he moans again, fuck his throat until he forgets how to speak.”
I nod, tightening my grip on Silas’s hair. He’s fucking gorgeous like this.
Kain doesn’t slow down. He grabs Silas’s hips, pulls him back, and drives in harder. The rough sound of skin slapping echoes through the room, making my balls grow tighter.
“He needs to be reminded before we do this,” Kain growls, “that he belongs to us.”
