Page 45 of Murder & Mayhem

“I can’t make any promises, but I’ll try.”

He lets me look at him—really look at him, even while he continues to tease me with his fingers. I appreciate him not offering fake assurances. I’d much rather have a truthful response. When I’m happy that he’s telling the truth, I slowly sink to my knees in front of him, dislodging his hand in the process. When he lifts his hand, I notice his fingers are coated in my excitement, and he holds my gaze as he sucks them into his mouth.

Licking my lips, I follow suit. Glancing up through my lashes, I wrap my lips around his tip. He releases his fingers with a pop, and when I swivel my tongue around his piercings, a sinfully sexual groan that has my nipples hardening escapes him. I suck him deeper into my mouth, and he slides his hands into my hair so he can direct my movements. It’s a weird feeling with his piercings, but it’s not uncomfortable.

“Fuck, Red. You look so hot with your mouth stuffed with my cock.” Punctuating his statement with a jerk of his hips, he groans as he fucks my face, never once breaking eye contact.

I’m so lost in watching the ripple of desire burn brighter in his eyes that I startle at the sound of a door closing. It’s one thing for me to get on my knees for Cain, but I don’t want anyone else to see me in this position. But Cain—the domineering asshole that he is—doesn’t let me pull away. His fingers dig into my scalp as he holds me still.

“Eyes on me, Red,” he growls, making me snap my attention back to his entrapping gaze. I’m faintly aware of movement behind us before Oliver plonks his ass down on the sofa beside him. I can’t tear my eyes away from Cain, though, to get a read on what he’s thinking.

“Doesn’t she look so fucking hot on her knees, O?” There’s a note of reverence in Cain’s voice that catches me by surprise, and he still doesn’t break eye contact, even though he’s not talking to me.

“Mmhmm. She does.” The sound of Oliver lowering his zipper draws my attention his way. “She definitely does,” he murmurs, his eyes burning into mine as he fists his cock.

I suck on Cain’s dick for a bit longer before he uses his firm grip on my hair to ease me off of him. “Make O feel good,” he tells me as I release him with a pop. “He’s had a long day.”

With his hand still in my hair, guiding my movements, he directs me until I’m leaning over his knee, with my ass in the air and my face hovering over Oliver’s slick dick. I lick the bead of pre-cum off the tip before lowering my lips over his shaft, Cain’s hand pushing me all the way down.

“Oh fuck,” Oliver hisses as he hits the back of my throat.

Cain continues to direct my movements as he shifts beneath me, and a second later, I feel him undo the button of my booty shorts before pushing them down over my ass.

“Mmm, I can smell your arousal from here,” he purrs as he palms my ass, giving it a tight squeeze before his fingers trail along the lining of my panties, stroking my soaking wet core.

He thrusts two fingers inside me, and I moan around Oliver’s dick. “So fucking needy for us, aren’t you, Red?” Cain murmurs in a voice coated in sin and drenched in sex. His dirty words only heighten my pleasure, and I clench around him in response.

He sets a fast rhythm, and the angle I’m at has him hitting that perfect spot with every thrust until that ball of heat starts to unfurl in my lower belly.

“That’s it, baby. Come for us. Show us how much you love sucking Oliver’s cock.”

Using his tight hold on my hair, he pulls me off Oliver’s dick just as my orgasm explodes out of me. Oliver’s lips press against mine, smothering my cries as he sweeps his tongue into my mouth, no doubt tasting himself on my lips.

Just as I lose myself in his taste, a strong arm wraps around my waist, pulling me backward, and I find myself hauled into Cain’s lap, my back to his chest with my hands on his knees.

In the next second, my panties are ripped clean off me, and Cain’s fingers dig into my hips as he pushes me down on his hard length. I’m wracked with a full-body shiver, and an obscene moan escapes me as his piercings scrape along my inner walls, which are already sensitive from my first orgasm of the night.

As I sink down on top of him, I can feel his heaving inhales against my back and the warm puff of his breath against my ear. We both sit like that for a long moment, just enjoying the feel of being connected so intimately. Cain and I both struggle with our words, but when we’re united like this, all of that hostility we spit at one another falls by the wayside.

His hands still grip my hips in a possessive hold, but the way he nuzzles my hair and places a soft, light kiss against my neck is all sweetness, giving me a little insight into his true feelings. This is more than just sex to him; more than just a good time. Thank god, because it’s becoming about much more than just sex to me too.

Leaning forward, I place my weight on my hands, balancing on his knees, and lift up. My eyes roll back in my head as his piercings, once again, drive me half insane. With his help, I set a fast rhythm that quickly has me spiraling into an endorphin-fueled haze.

“Need more,” I pant after sitting at the precipice for as long as I can withstand. I seriously need to come, but something is holding me back, and as I turn with lust-filled eyes to look at Oliver, finding him fisting his still erect cock, I know exactly what I need.

Smirking, he gets to his feet, standing in front of me as Cain takes control, thrusting up into me repeatedly.

I lick my lips as Oliver positions his dick in front of my face.

“Need another taste, Trouble?” he purrs.

Unable to look away from the purple vein running down the length of his shaft, I nod my head. He’s exactly what I need.

“Open up, then. I’ll give you what you want.”

Parting my lips, Oliver slides inside my mouth again, quickly filling it, so I have to relax my jaw and breathe through my nose. As he pulls back, I swirl my tongue around his tip before he pushes back in again, him and Cain setting a matching rhythm that has all three of us panting and groaning.

Sweat trickles down my spine as my whole body comes alive. I swear, my skin burns beneath Cain’s touch, and as Oliver strokes his thumb lovingly along my cheek, watching me with worshiping eyes, I’ve never felt so adored.

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