On my hands and knees is a position that would normally make me self-conscious. Nothing hangs right like this, and everything looks a little softer, a little fleshier, but I can't deny how he makes me feel, and the pure worship in his trembling voice warms me like there's a furnace inside me. And as he fucks me harder and harder, pounding his whole length inside me, I forget about everything. I barely remember to breathe.
Someone settles in front of me. I've shut my eyes, so I open them to look. I expect it to be King finally joining the party, but it's Hero again. He's laid down so his cock is right below my face. His hand covers the back of my neck, pulling me down. I never got a real chance to try in the shower, but it looks like I will now. Though with Wild Child taking me from behind, I have no idea if I'm going to be able to.
I settle down on my elbows, so I can give it a kiss on the head while he captures my breast in his free hand. His cock’s only half hard, lying like a snake on his abdomen, but with each kiss I press against him, he stiffens a little more. I wrap my fingers around him, feeling him and massaging him, then finally find the courage to slip the head into my mouth. He groans and swells noticeably, slick skin brushing against my tongue. He tastes of salt and sweat and heady man.
They rock me between them, one at each end. With one hand wrapped in my hair, Hero urges me onto his length until he bumps against my throat, just a little deeper than is comfortable, and if I pull away too far, his grip on my nipple stings, but that excites me too. I can take a little pain.
I grew up with it.
Meanwhile, Wild Child's running a thumb in circles around my ass, another sensation I've only ever read about. So many, and I'm drowning in them. He fills me over and over with that oversized cock of his, and I think they're going to make me explode again. I didn't even know that I could. When I'm by myself, I'm one and done, but then I don't have Hero and Wild Child there to drive me crazy.
I'm a cauldron boiling over as my legs start to quake and my pussy starts to clench. I moan around Hero and he groans in return. Wild Child's breathing hard as the room echoes with the sounds of our flesh coming together.
When I come, I start a chain reaction. I fist the sheets as I shake and clench around Wild Child. With a final, bestial growl, he pushes himself all the way in and stays there, swelling and pulsing like a fire hose. Hero moans, and I get my first true taste of him. It slides down my throat as I swallow and suck harder, eager for more.
I feel so complete between them. How could I have ever waited so long for this?
Then Hero slips from my mouth, Wild Child pulls out of my tender pussy and all three of us collapse onto the bed. Maybe it's good I waited so long. I can't possibly imagine anyone else could've managed better than this.
“You know you'll never get rid of us now, right?” says Hero with a soft smile.
I don't know what to say to that, so I close my eyes. I don't have to pretend to be sated and exhausted, and my last thought before drifting off is wondering what happened to King.
24
KING
I wake with a start, bathed in cold sweat and my heart racing.
Fuck.
The room's not mine, and it takes a long moment before last night comes back. It's Wild Child's, and it's still the middle of the night. A sliver of moonlight cuts through the high window on the wall. The downside of staying at the club is that it's like sleeping in a fortress.
I'm still in the fucking chair. I guess fighting for your life, going for a ride and then watching Emily get fucked silly takes the energy out of a man. Closing my eyes, I still my breathing to calm down.
Fucking nightmares.
“Are you okay?” Emily's voice is quiet to not wake the others, a gentle whisper in the night.
My eyes snap open to find her looking at me. Still naked, her full breasts swinging as she bends a little to look me in the eyes. Do I regret not joining in? Yeah, a little, but she's not ready for me. We're not ready for each other. Not yet.
I nod, half expecting my voice not to work. Fuck. I hate for her to see me like this. For anyone to see me like this.
“Nightmare?”
“Yeah.” As always, the details are already getting fuzzy, but I know the gist of it. Always the same. Dad. Me. Allison. Scars. The raid. And my fucking helplessness.