In Silence She Screams (Midnight Mayhem 3)

“Oh, fuck off…” I grunt, squeezing my dick to stop my exploding because she straight-up just flicked her tongue over his asshole.

She continues to drop little kisses up his chest before looking at me over her shoulder with a smirk.

“Well, go on…”

I press the tip to his entrance while gripping his dick in the palm of my hand, squeezing slightly. Lilith gets to Eli’s mouth and I watch as she lowers her lips to his and they kiss.

Fuck, do they kiss.

I watch as the sharp edges of Eli’s jaw widens as his tongue dives into her sinful mouth. I can’t take it anymore, and when I feel him relax against me, I push forward until he’s sucking me inside with the power of a high-voltage vacuum. As soon as I feel my pelvic bone hit against his upper thighs, I pull out slightly, only his tightness is like suffocation, and I wanna fucking die here.

“Fuck!” Eli growls out, reaching for Lilith and slamming her mouth down to him.

“Game’s over, Little Devil. Ride his fucking face.”

She listens to every word I say, like a good little girl who only wants to please me, and probably Eli. She swings her leg over him and curves her back while slowly lowering herself onto his face. Fuck, but it’s the sexiest shit I have ever seen in my fucking life. The curves of her ass bounce as she rides, her hand resting on the back of her hip and her long silver hair falling down to her tailbone. She turns over and repositions herself to face me, her hands on her breasts, pinching the little piercings she has in her dark pink nipples. She bites on her lower lip while riding Eli’s face, and I drop my eyes down to his mouth, watching the expertise in the way he flicks over her entrance. I reach forward and wrap my hand around the back of her neck, forcing her down to his dick.

“Suck.”

She does, and I watch as her eyes peer up at me while she takes him in her mouth. Her moans gain volume, bodies slapping become louder. More desperate, and it’s not until sweat is dripping down the apex of my chest that I release her hair, and she’s a hairbreadth away from coming—again.

“Eli…” I grunt, pounding into him relentlessly.

“Yeah,” he replies but it comes out mumbled because his mouth is still on Lilith.

My balls tighten and my thigh muscles lock as my orgasm snatches my fucking soul and refuses to let go, until finally, I’m emptying inside Eli and Lilith is drinking his cum, licking up every drop.

After a few breaths, I pull out and remove the condom, twisting the end and tossing it into the wastebasket. Lilith is still trying to catch her breath on top of Eli when I slap her ass.

“Up. We all need to be at practice in fucking” —I look at the alarm clock—“twenty minutes.”

Eli slides her body off him, but she moves effortlessly, crawling up my bed while dragging the sheets with her.

“Tired,” she murmurs. “Don’t need practice. Wing it anyway.”

Eli and I both look at each other as she snuggles into the center of my bed, pulling the covers up over her face. We hear her soft snores before I hit the bathroom to take a shower.

“There’s something I’m missing here,” King says to himself while flicking a toothpick between his teeth. “The parents are calling us back to New York after this show, but won’t say why, and furthermore, it looks like we’re hitting the 747 because they want us to fill the time that we would have lost here, back in Kiznitch.” The elders switching shit up on us isn’t unheard of, but when they do it, they usually have their reasons.

“Fucking why? I hate going back.” I need to get on a bike before the thoughts of this morning inundate my mind again and I’m stuck here with a hard dick.

“Don’t know yet. I’m guessing they’ll tell us as soon as we get back home.” His eyes then come to me, for whatever fucking reason. “Which reminds me, Lilith and Eli are clearly not Mayhem, so they’re going to stay with you.”

I start shaking my head before the words come out. “Nope. Fuck no. They can stay with someone else, and besides, thanks to fucking Perse, Cartier will be flying in and she will be staying with me.” It’s no secret how I am with my sister—all of The Brothers don’t just know it—they’ve witnessed all of it growing up. Kiznitch parents are something else entirely, not at all of this world. They’re volatile, wealthy, powerful, and fucking terrifying. They very rarely act as parents should, which is why I’ve always taken care of Cartier a little more than I probably should.

“Technically, how long will we be back in New York, anyway? A week? Two? I’ll put Cartier in the Château, and Eli and Lilith in the boathouse.” I stretch my legs wide and watch as King’s eyes narrow on me. The Château is what we call the Nero house in The Village in New York. Mainly because it resembles one. “What? Just say it, asshole.”