Room Twenty-Two: Hide and Seek

“How the fuck do you have a key to her place?” Ronan asks.

I unlock and open the door slowly. “Keep your voice down. I don’t want anyone else seeing us sneaking in. I’ve got connections in Boston. They know the owner of the building. People rarely say no to the mob when their lives are at risk.”

“Fuck, this place is a closet,” Ronan says as he gazes at the small space. A bed against one wall, a small kitchen with a mini-fridge, and a tiny stove in the corner. A door that opens to a small washroom. “Jesus, we can’t let her live here. How is this hell hole not a health violation?”

“I got her a scholarship,” I remind him. “She put the money in the bank. I worked out another one. Part of it is an apartment. She’s stubborn.”

Ronan chuckles. “You like it. You’ve got a thing for brats.”

“Yeah, when I’m fuckin’ them. I don’t want this shit when I’m doing what’s good for her.”

Chapter Four

Four Years Ago

RONAN

I’m a sick fuck. I realize how wrong this is, but I don’t give a damn. Because at this moment, as I stand by her bed, staring down at her raven hair fanned around her face, I don’t care how perverted I am.

All I want is to curl up in that bed and fuck her until she’s so spent she can’t think straight.

Her mouth is slightly parted. There are no covers on her curvy frame. Her thick legs are bare, her nipples poke through her thin baseball jersey, and the outline of her pussy is visible through her thin cotton panties. My cock’s rock hard just looking at her. “She’s so fuckin’ beautiful.”

“Yes, she is,” Axel whispers.

My mouth waters as I think about taking her pert nipples between my lips.

Axel’s hand moves to my crotch. He tugs at the zipper of my pants and frees my cock. “Spit on my hand, Ronan,” he demands.

I spit on his hand before licking it, making it nice and wet. Axel tugs at my cock and milks a moan from my lips.

“I want to eat her pussy out right now,” Axel whispers in my ear. “You could fuck her pussy while I eat her out. Kian would take her ass, and we’d make her nice and tight. Then, when you’re both ready to blow your load, I tug her hair, get her on her knees, and cum on her beautiful face. She’ll be so hot covered in our cum, our perfect little fuck doll. We’ll stare at her, admiring how she looks claimed by us before we lick the cum, tasting each other off her face. When she’s ours, I’m gonna pound that pussy so hard she’ll be sore for weeks.”

“If you keep talking like that, I’m gonna cum all over your hand,” I grunt.

I remove Axel’s hand from my cock and walk to the end of the bed. I kneel and crawl onto the bed, making sure not to wake her. My eyes zone in on her cotton-covered pussy. I bring my nose right up to her cunt and sniff.

Fuck, she smells good.

For Stella, I am a recovering addict. Able to abandon all drugs and go without until I’m face to face with the drug of my choice. Giving up women for the past few years has been easy. I’m not tempted to look at them, let alone fuck them, but face to cunt with Stella, I’m desperate to get high on her.

I should be more careful. I’m being too bold, and I know it. She could wake up at any moment, freak out, and never want anything to do with us again. What I’m doing could cause us to lose her forever, but like an addict, I can’t think about the repercussions. I just want the hit.

My body shakes at the idea of touching her. My mouth waters with the burning desire to bury my tongue in her hot cunt. I want to feel her, smell her, devour her, be consumed by her scent, and drown in her beauty. I don’t know what she’s done to me or the spell she’s conjured, but I know I’m hers in every way and always will be.

My balls are heavy with need, and my cock is as hard as steel. Axel’s warm mouth engulfs the tip of my shaft, and my hips dip until I hit the back of his throat. I close my eyes and picture Stella choking on my fat dick.

His tongue wraps around my shaft. The torturous swipe along the head of my cock is enough to drive me insane. I groan into her pussy, and she moans, opening her legs wider, exposing more of her sweetness to my hungry gaze.

My fingers twitch and shake as I gently tug, pulling her panties to the side, careful not to wake her. I desperately try not to touch her, but the tip of my index finger has a mind of its own. It brushes a feather touch on her engorged clit. She’s so wet. So ready. I could take her right now and fill her with my cum.