For a long while, I can’t fall back asleep. All I can think of is Falcon holding me. It’s strange my once kidnapper is now cuddling me in bed. But the warmth of him soon sends me back to sleep.
Pleasure zips down my spine, and my legs tremble when my groggy brain catches up. The sun is streaming through the window. My eyes open and I glance down to find Falcon between my thighs. His hands spreading me open, and his tongue lashing my pussy sending waves of bliss through me.
I open my mouth to speak, but he dips a finger inside me, causing me to forget every thought in my mind. With Falcon’s ministrations, I’m lost to the pleasure he’s bestowing on my body, and I don’t notice the other man enter the room.
Crow settles on the mattress beside me, surprising me when he trails his fingers over my nipples. One at a time, he teases them until they’re hardened peaks. The dark, curly hair I’ve come to love falls into his eyes, making the silver nothing more than slivers of metal.
“Looks like someone is having an early breakfast,” he murmurs along my lips, glancing down at Falcon who laughs against my wetness, sending vibrations through my pussy.
“Jealous much?” he taunts Crow who runs his fingers down my body until he reaches my mound. He dips two fingers inside me, rubbing along my front wall causing my hips to buck.
When he pulls both digits away, he brings them to his lips and sucks them clean of my juices. It’s hot, so fucking erotic, I nearly lose all control watching him.
“Delicious,” Crow remarks, before he moves onto his knees and shoves his boxers down. His cock is hard, jutting toward my mouth, and I take the opportunity to lean forward and run my tongue along the base.
A hiss of pleasure escapes his full lips, and I do it again before wrapping my lips around the tip. His salty flavor bursts on my tongue. He doesn’t waste time, his hand grips the back of my head, and he holds me steady, using my mouth as Falcon continues devouring me.
Each moan which vibrates in my throat, I receive another thrust of Crow’s hips. But as I’m sure he’s about to lose all control, he pulls his cock from my mouth and turns to Falcon.
“Let’s have some fun,” he says, and the other man nods with a smile. I’m not sure what they’re planning, but it’s soon obvious when Falcon’s shorts hit the ground and he’s fisting his pierced dick at my entrance.
Gently, he slips into me, stretching me. The metal against my walls has my pussy pulsing around his length. Falcon leans over me, his mouth brushing along my lips, and I taste myself on his tongue.
A moan vibrates through his chest when Crow enters him. The three of us joined, connected. It’s intense. It’s beautiful to watch them fucking. There’s no gentle love-making, but their emotions are clear. They would die for each other.
Their bodies are impeccable. Toned, chiseled. Defined with dips and peaks I want to run my tongue along. But as Falcon’s cock hits me deep, Crow fucks him harder. The movement is perfectly synced, and we all lose ourselves in the sounds of fucking.
I do wish Hawk was here, I wish he’d let go and enjoy himself, but for now, I close my eyes and find my bliss with these two men. Falcon’s mouth captures my nipple, while his fingers taunt the other.
My skin is bruised from them groping and grabbing me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m marked by them. I’m owned and claimed, even before I knew what was happening. It’s bliss. It’s perfect.
I shouldn’t enjoy it as much as I do, but these men know how to make me feel. It’s as if I’m alive for the first time in my life, and I’m soaring through the clouds when I feel Falcon’s cock thicken and pulse as he fills me with his release.
I follow close behind as I cry out, my arousal soaking us both. I feel the jolts of Crow’s thrusts as he grunts out is pleasure. Three sweaty bodies, connected by lust, joined by desire, and euphoric in our darkness.
Crow moves first, before Falcon follows suit. He stands, offering his hand which I accept. “Time to clean our dirty girl up,” he says with a smile and leads me to the shower. Crow is close behind, and I am not sure why I feel so safe with them, but I do.
I don’t know how long it’s going to last.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
LUCILLE
We’ve fallen into a routine.
But today I want to learn more. I need to see what they do. Each evening they leave for a job, and I’m left alone. I want to go with them, and I hope when I bring it up, I pray they allow me in. If I’m going to stay here, if I’m going to be one of them, then I need to know everything there is to know. All the ugly details.