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An electric zap shoots through my shaft. Why I thought this was a good idea when my dick is so sensitive is beyond me, but I’m not backtracking now. Her hand fists my length, using my cum as lube, slowly jacking me off.
When she’s done making sure she’s spread my seed over me, I’m questioning why I wanted her to do this—to rub cum on my cock like its lotion. But that doubt goes out the window when she uses my tip to coat her lips with it like it’s lipstick. I almost come again when she licks my shaft like it’s the best fucking ice cream cone she’s ever tasted.
The sounds spilling out of her mouth are the best ego boost a man could ever ask for. And the desperation… my god. I’ve never seen her more enthusiastic when sucking any of our cocks. Apparently, she has a thing for being forced to clean my cock.
Needing to kiss her sinful lips, I quickly turn off the water and help her stand. Her legs shake, and her breathing is rapid. I know I’ve put her through it, but it will blow her mind when I’m finished with her. Everything I’ve done has been accumulating, and when I let her cross the finish line… It’ll be so explosive.
My girl gives the quietest sigh when I wrap a towel around her body. The only reason I hear it is because we’re pressed so close together. It makes my heart beat faster and cum drips from the tip of my cock. Soft moments with her make me harder than anything else.
Her eyelids flutter as her gaze locks onto mine, and whether she wants to voice the words or not, I know she loves me. She loves all of us, and I’ve never wanted to accomplish anything more fulfilling than getting her to open up to us. To let us in to the point where she’ll never be able to let us go.
I brush the back of my finger over her cheek, and she runs her hand over my chest. Her fingers seek out the lines of my muscles like she’ll never get enough of them. It makes me drop the shield I have around my emotions and allow her to study them, to process them. A smile spreads across my face as I watch her mind whirl with everything I’m giving her.
“I really am sorry you guys got scared. I can’t say I’m sorry I did it, or that I regret not thinking of your reactions. But I do hate the result, so I promise it won't happen again,” she whispers, her eyes flicking back and forth, trying to catch every reaction I might have to her confession.
In truth, it’s the most Raven response I’ve ever heard. She’s being honest, my girl is a psychopath. She doesn’t process things the way everyone else does, but she’s learning to care about our emotions and how we handle the things she can’t give two shits about. I love that about her.
The towel falls away as I lift her against my chest, her breasts squeezing flat as I draw her up to my level. Pressing a soft kiss against her lips, I watch a tiny smile pull at the corners of her mouth. I’ll never grow tired of seeing the evidence of her enjoyment of my affections.
Her perfect body pressed to mine, the silky smooth touch of her skin and the sensation of her hard nipples rubbing against me all too much to ignore, and I’m past the punishment stage. She gets it. I truly believe she won't do it again. Not because it means anything to her, but because the only thing she can truly admit to caring for in this world… is us.
Chapter 14
Jasper
Every shred of my control drops away. I punished her, and now I need the reassurance of her safety. To feel her wrapped around my cock and moaning my name. I have to watch her shatter around me, to break her down before we build each other up again.
I want to hold her in my arms and never fucking let her go.
The idea appeals to me more than it should. She might be Cole’s obsession, but she’s mine, too. All of ours. And if we could, we’d never let her out of our sight, out of arm’s reach. The woman somehow attracts carnage everywhere she goes.
My hand grips the back of her head and guides her to my mouth. Our tongues press together, battling for who’s in control. A little game we play when kissing, but I always win. She’s mine to command.
She moans in my mouth, and I eat that shit up, keeping it for myself. Lowering her feet to the floor, I guide her to the vanity. In a quick move, I twist her around until her thighs are pressed against it.
Her eyes meet mine in the mirror and I wink at her, watching the way it makes her squirm. Wanting to get more reactions from her, I softly use a finger to move the wet strands of her hair away from her neck, giving myself room to pepper her soft skin with featherlight kisses.
Goosebumps sprout over her, a shiver shaking her body, but what I love most is watching her chest heave with a big breath. Her breasts give the tiniest jiggle and her nipples are hard peaks begging to be pinched. Which is exactly what I plan to do.
My hands slide from her hips to her toned stomach, all the way to her enticing breasts. Cupping them in my hand, I graze my lips over her pulse point, teasing her with more to come, but not giving it yet.
Little Bird’s hands move to the back of my head, holding on as I run my thumbs over her nipples. Her whimper makes my cock twitch against her ass, wanting to be inside her already. All of my touches are gentle, even when I pinch her tight buds. I already gave her all my hardness, drained it right into her mouth and forced her to eat it.
Now it’s time to make love to her, to make her take something she acts like she doesn’t want. Moving from her chest, I press my thumbs into her muscles, making them relax as I push on her shoulders, forcing her forward until she’s bracing herself on the counter with her hands.
“That’s it, bend over for me,” I coo, rubbing my hands over her back, my fingertips grazing over her tattoos. She always seems to melt for my touch, and right now isn’t any different.
I catch her eyes go wide when I bend to kneel behind her, and a wanton whimper fills the air. I’m sure she thinks I’m about to dine on her pussy, but she couldn’t be more wrong. I’m all about that ass tonight.
My hands squeeze her cheeks, filling my palms with her perfect globes, getting her warmed up, letting her sit with her thoughts for a few seconds as I enjoy her squirming. Using my thumbs, I spread her cheeks open, watching as her ass is exposed, then her pink pussy opens, exposing her dripping cunt.
The urge to plow my cock into her rushes to the forefront of my mind, my male instincts to rut the fuck out of my woman threatening to take over. I bite my bottom lip and ignore the way my dick throbs painfully. Instead, I lean forward and swipe my tongue over her asshole, making her jump.
The reaction earns a smirk, and I do it again. I use the flat of my tongue for a few swipes, then target her rim until her legs shake and arms give out, her body laying flat on the counter. The new position angles her hips to give me better access, and as a reward, I press my tongue to the center of those sensitive tightly wound muscles and press into her.
There’s a sharp intake of breath where it feels like it gets stuck in her lungs if her frozen state is anything to go by. I work in and out, fucking her ass with my tongue, twisting it and licking in any way I think might bring her pleasure.
A high-pitched whine fills my ears, followed by her gasping for air, gulping it down like she had my cock forced down her throat again.
“Oh, fuck, Jasper,” she whines, her legs trembling even faster.
The use of my full name makes me frown. I really liked the idea of her giving me a nickname. It felt like one step closer to embedding me into her heart. Leaning away from her, I can’t stop myself from asking, “What happened to J?”
She angrily growls then barks, “J,” in a tone clearly telling me to continue what I was doing.
I give in, but only a smidge. One, two, three flat licks across her twitching bud. Only enough to tease her. “You going to come for me like this, Little Bird?” I ask her. “Does my girl like having my tongue in her tight asshole?”
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop, J!” Her hips rotate, urging me back to where she wants me.
Once again, a high pitched whine fills the air. It’s desperate and needy. But it’s also because I dropped my hold on her cheeks. I couldn’t help passing up the moment to play with her emotions as I repositioned my hands.
Spreading her open again, I position my thumbs so they are right next to her hole, using them to encourage her to stretch for me, letting me in deeper than before. Raven moans when I tongue her again, pushing in as far as I can, my lips sealed around her hole, hoping to spark as many nerves as I can while stimulating her.
“Yeeesss,” she pants. “Yes, yes, yes.” She’s like a broken record, but it strokes my ego. Her hands move to her ass, helping to spread herself open for me, wanting me deeper still.
It doesn’t take long before her pussy gushes, spraying my chin with her release. Pride grips my heart. That’s fucking right. You squirt from me rimming your ass, Raven. Take it all, pretty bird.
Standing, I find her sprawled on the counter, her cheek pressed to it as she pants. Her eyes are closed and her lips are pulled into a smile. I fucking love seeing her blissed out, but she better believe this isn’t all she’s getting.
I dip two fingers in my mouth, not wanting to disturb her and make her do it. I then press one of them to her ass. It slides easily in with the bit I was able to stretch with my tongue and all the spit I added. Not pausing, I add the second.
Raven moans, shifting her hips, trying to take me deeper. My girl loves anal, and I’m not one to deny her. Even if that was already the plan. Standing in place, I let her rock back and forth, fucking herself on my fingers.
When she seems to come down from her aftershocks, I take my hand back—much to her distress. “Come here, Little Bird.” I help her off the counter and move her hands to hold herself bent over. “I want to watch you in the mirror.”
Her eyes are glossy, filled with orgasmic euphoria, but she’s still able to meet my gaze and hold it. Flicking my eyes down to make sure I won’t miss, I stare into her bright blue eyes, and spit. It falls to her crack where I resume using my fingers. I gather the added wetness and stretch her ass with three fingers this time.
All the while, I enjoy the way her eyes go wide in surprise, then become hooded. Her moans and whimpers escape, even when she tries to pinch her lips closed to trap them in. My fingers rub in and out, making sure she’s stretched enough to take my cock.
My other hand blindly reaches for the drawer next to her where I left a bottle of lube. There’s one on the nightstand too, and I’m sure the others sprinkled them in other places of the house. Never know when you’ll need some.
I pop the lid with my thumb and blindly squeeze some onto the top of my cock, then rush to spread it over my length. I’ve been torturing myself long enough. I need to be inside her. This time when I take out my fingers, she doesn’t complain, she knows what’s coming. My girl anticipates it almost as much as me.
Fire clears her eyes and I’m met with a burning passion. She bites her bottom lip and nods her head like she’s encouraging me to do something she wants while also leaving the control in my hands.
A sigh of relief pushes past my lips when I fist my shaft, calming the pounding ache of being over engorged. I run my hand along the length one more time to make sure the lube covers it, then I lean forward, pressing my chest to her back, forcing her to brace herself on the counter.
One of my arms bracket hers, my hand threading our fingers together. My other hand notches the tip against her puckered entrance before repeating the motion. Our eyes hold each other hostage like we’re desperate to have one more connection holding us together.
My face presses to the side of hers, wanting as much of our skin touching as possible. The movement has my cock pressing into her, and I groan as her ass greedily sucks my tip in. I slide my lips to her ear, anticipating the way she’ll shiver with my words and unexpectedly take more of my length.
“You want my cock in your ass? Is that what my dirty girl needs right now?” I rasp, unable to keep my desire for her from affecting my voice.
She whimpers, a clear agreement, but before she can respond, we’re both distracted by a movement in the side of the mirror, our gaze flicking to it at the same time. Vander stands in the doorway to the bedroom, his arms crossing as he leans against the jamb.
“You should make her beg for it like the slut she is. And while she’s at it, she should beg me to watch,” Vander says, his eyes trailing over our woman, cataloging every mark, including the blistered red of her ass.
I kiss her softly under her ear, then run my nose along her skin affectionately. “You heard your guard. Do as he says.” The shiver I was anticipating before trails down her spine, her body moving against mine starting from her shoulders as she wiggles all the way to her ass where she instinctively pushes back onto me.
“Ugh, yes,” she moans, rotating her hips again.
Vander closes the distance between us, a blade suddenly in his hand. “I said beg. Get off his cock, and if you move again, the only thing that’ll be fucking your ass is the handle of my knife.”
Our deviant girl doesn’t shy away from him. No, she whimpers and eyes the handle like she wants him to do it, but not at the expense of having my cock. She slides off and turns her head to look at me from over her shoulder.
“Please fuck me with your giant cock, J. I need you splitting me open. Please, please make me shake and drip down my legs. Take me,” she begs.
Her lips beckon me, and I can’t deny them. I take her in a passionate kiss, holding her face to help her remain in the awkward position.
“Mmm, I love it when you act like a sex starved whore when we all know we satisfy your every slutty need,” Vander growls in our faces. We could almost share a three way kiss if we were into that kind of thing. “Now it’s time to beg me.”
Our kiss breaks and she fists his shirt, resting her forehead on his and her eyelids flutter closed as she soaks him in. With a sigh, she gives him her full attention, and I watch as he tumbles into her blue depths, sucking his soul into hers.
“Please,” she whispers, licking her lips, at the same time grazing her tongue on his, too. Such a fucking tease all the damn time. “Please watch me get fucked. I want to scream your name as I come, then have you force yourself on me in a rage.”
Vander sucks in a sharp breath, taking a step back, needing some space. I’m sure his thoughts went exactly where mine did, too. The first time I fucked her and he watched. My command for her to hold his gaze and scream his name… My cock jumps, reminding me I’m not inside her, and I glare down at it.
It takes a moment, but after he gathers himself, Vander teasingly runs the tip of his knife along her skin until it’s in the middle of the tattooed heart under her clavicle. “No matter how much he washed you, you’re still a filthy little whore. But you’re our whore. Now bend over and spread your ass like a good girl.”
She whimpers when he removes the knife, enjoying his kink as much as him. Her face slowly lowers to the counter, her gaze fixated on him as he takes up his position in the doorway once more. I lick my lips in anticipation, watching as her hands glide to her ass, her fingers biting into her skin as she pulls her cheeks apart, exposing that oh-so-fuckable asshole.
Damn, I sure love it when she shows herself off for us. We should lock her in a room with her toys and record from every angle. Make some high quality spank bank material Ravenmaster style.
Repeating my movements is like déjà vu—notching my cock at her hole and pressing in. But it feels even better than before. She whimpers. “More. Please, J, give me all of it.”
Vander must not like his position from so far away because he stalks toward us as I continue to ease my length into her, only giving her a quarter of an inch with each sliding thrust. Torturing her, even though I know she secretly covets the times I make love to her.
His hands wrap around her wrists, moving them to the middle of her back where he acts as if he’s holding her down. Because there’s no doubt about it, she’s already submitted to me fully. Using one hand to bind her, his other moves a strand of hair behind her ear. “Don’t like it when he’s gentle with you, do you?”
The only sound she gives is a moan. She knows better than to be dishonest with him.
Vander smirks. “You know what I think?” he hums, then continues, not letting her answer. “You want to be fucked fast, hard, and deep because it makes you feel used, like the whore you are.” His hand moves to his cock, easing the throb of being so damn hard around our girl, especially after he degrades her like they both enjoy.
I won’t lie, it’s a turn on to watch it. Even better when it happens while I’m shoving my cock in her tight little hole, feeling every ripple of her muscles in reaction to what he says.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get exactly what you want,” he reassures. He releases her, his hands working at freeing his cock. “Now you take his love and enjoy every moment of it. Because when it’s my turn, I’ll wreck your ass.”
“Oh, god,” she moans, her legs shaking as his threat sends her over the edge. It’s not the biggest orgasm she’s had while I’m inside her, not even close. But something about him making her come without touching her when I’m the one fucking her…
My hand glides down her thigh, hitching her knee until it’s on the counter, giving me even more access to her. My cock slides deeper, my balls slap against her wet cunt, and I pause, waiting for her to whine in desperation. Her tight walls surround my cock, choking it with warm heat and pulsating muscles, sucking my length.
Little Bird pushes to her hands, rocking her hips back and forth, taking control. Sexy mewls fall from her lips and her gaze flicks between me and Vander in the mirror. Not wanting to let her set the pace, I grab her by the hip and shoulder, using her body to slam my cock into her at the very end of my slow strokes, making sure I get as deep as possible.
Her chest heaves, taking huge breaths as she gets closer to another orgasm. A squeak from her fingers disrupts the sound of her whimpers, the result of her trying to fist the counter unsuccessfully.
