“Holyffuuuck…” I groan, my eyes blurring at the corners as he slowly slides in and out, filling my asshole with his beautifully pierced fucking dick. I thrust forward with each of Roman’s movements, before I’m fully buried in Bailey’s tight little hole. She clenches around me, and I almost black out.
Using my left hand, I grip Bailey’s hip, needing to feel her in every way possible, and Jace starts to frantically pump into her pussy. Her arousal drips down my balls, and it almost feels like she’s branding me, owning me, and fuck… I’ll take it. However, they want to mark me? I’ll surrender myself up for the taking every damn time.
Roman groans into my neck, fisting my hair and pulling my head back to kiss me. His tongue dances with mine, and I am fucking quaking. His hips don’t stop moving, as we find our rhythm, not taking our eyes off his stepsister, taking my dick like it was fucking made for her.
We’re all a hot mess of sweat and desire as our bodies come alive together. Roman fucks me into Bailey’s ass while I fuck her onto Jace’s cock, and I never imagined in a million years that this would actually happen. I mean… I’ve always dreamed that it would, but I’m gonna need somebody to pinch me because this is way too fucking good to be true.
The sound of skin slapping against skin cuts through the air, tangling with our ragged moans and fractured breaths. The chains above us groan as Bailey strains against them, a depraved symphony that only sets my fucking blood on fire.
Jace’s thrusts grow even more frantic, sending a wave of electric heat through all our bodies, and when Roman and I part, we’re both looking at him. “You like that, baby girl? You like fucking two hard cocks?” he says, and Bailey’s head tips back. I lean in, kissing a trail along her shoulder, her neck, before pulling her earlobe into my mouth with my tongue.
My warm breath fans her skin, and I lightly nibble her lobe. She groans, louder this time, and I know that she’s almost there. “Yes! Please don’t fucking stop! Your cocks feel like fucking magic!” She manages to get the words out, but I doubt she even knows what it is that she’s actually saying, too consumed by her impending orgasm, and the way we’re making her feel.
Jace grips Bailey’s hips, assisting her as she rises and falls on both our dicks. “Fuck yeah, baby. Just like that. Your ass feels so fucking good riding my cock like this,” I say on a groan.
“Mmmm,” is all she says in response, as Roman picks up the pace.
“You're gonna make me come, baby!” he cries. Fucking into me like a half-wild beast, starving for a sweet fucking taste of me.
“You wanna come in my ass, babe?” I tease, knowing all too well that he likes it when I talk dirty to him, especially when he’s dancing along the edge of falling completely off the rails and into orgasm territory.
“Y-yes! I wanna come in your ass,” he mewls, and Jace’s hand wraps around and fists my hair. He leans in, and so do I, until our mouths meet. He kisses me with unrestrained ferocity, connecting us in this moment. We might be fucking Bailey, but he is mine, ours, and I am theirs, and this is his reminder that together, we make something whole. Nothing could ever sever the bond we each share. We’re like three magnets that don’t know how to exist without finding each other, and now that we have Bailey, we’re a force to be fucking reckoned with. He pulls back, and I look to my side to see that Jace and Roman are holding hands, and fuck, it does something to me.
“Oh…fffffuck!Fuck me harder! Don’t fucking stop!” Bailey chokes out on a scream, and we all jump to attention. I drive my cock into her tight ass while Jace fucks her pussy. “I’m coming!” Bailey screams, and Jace’s hand disappears, and I just know that he’s rubbing her clit.
God, I’m almost there.
“I’m gonna…I’m gonna fuckingcome!” I groan as Roman’s hips slap my ass, fucking me into oblivion. Bailey is fucking sobbing right now, shaking with eachof our movements, and our words drag her further into blissful euphoria.
“Come for me, baby. Fill Bailey’s tight little hole with your cum,” Roman says, and that’s all it fucking takes. Hot spurts of cum erupt from my pulsating dick, and Bailey clenches around me, knowing exactly what the fuck she’s doing. Roman and Jace aren’t far behind me as they thrust once, twice, a few more times before they finally unravel, letting out a low, breathy whine as their bodies shudder against Bailey and me.
“Fuck. That was…incredible,” I moan, my voice ragged as I come down from the space in the sky my lovers sent me to.
“The best fucking sex I’ve ever had in my life,” Bailey breathes out, and it garners a chuckle from all of us.
A beat passes, and we all just stand there, leaning into each other as our frantic breathing calms. Jace gently untwists Bailey’s legs from around his body, standing her upright. My hands reach out to steady her, not wanting her to lose the connection. Roman takes this moment to remove his softening dick from my ass, and I immediately miss his warmth, always feeling so fucking bare when he’s no longer inside me.
Jace walks around and places a hand on my shoulder before spinning me to face Roman. Confused, I raise an eyebrow at Ro, but he just shrugs.
“What did you say you wanted me to do to him,baby girl?” Jace says, and now I’m really fucking confused.
“I want you to eat Ghost’s cum from Myers’s ass,” she says, giggling, and part of me is shocked, but I’m also turned all the way on. She’s just like us. Bailey has never been the judgmental type, but there’s something about her requesting that we cross that line that wrecks me in the best way. Jace kneels, and Roman reaches out to grip my arms, now wrapped around his neck. My cheeks part, and Jace glides his tongue along my asshole before burying it inside. “Fuck me… Fuck me… Fuck me,” I breathe out through jagged pants as he fucks my asshole with his tongue, collecting Roman’s cum that’s dripping out of me.
“You should see his face, Harlequin. He looks so fucking drunk right now,” Roman says, and she moans a little, twisting in her chains. She wants out. She’s been such a good girl for us thus far, but we can’t risk her seeing us. Bailey isn’t to move until we’re ready to go.
“You taste so fucking good in his ass, babe,” Jace mumbles against my hole, and I curse as his words vibrate against my sensitive flesh. My dick begins to harden, and Roman must notice, because he kneels, resting my hands on his shoulders before taking me into his mouth.
“Your perfect little Ghost is sucking my cock, Stalker. Five minutes ago, I was fucking your tight littleass with it, and now? Now my cock is buried throat deep in the guy who killed your ex fucking boyfriend.”
“That’s so fucking hot. Why is that so fucking hot? Please. Let me see. I promise I won’t tell anyone. I’m pretty sure I’m an accessory anyway because… well, look at me,” she says, and I’ve got to give it to her, I believe her. We can trust Bailey, which is saying something because we don’t fucking trust anyone. But even if we wanted to, we couldn’t let her in like that. They’d take her away from us, and that can never happen.
“No. You will never know who we are, and you sure as fuck won’t tell anybody about what you saw or what happened here, because it wouldn’t just be us who’d come for you, Bailey. There are monsters far bigger than us out there that make us look like fluffy fucking kittens. Don’t ever ask about us, do you understand?” Roman warns, and my hard-on fucking disintegrates with the reality of what we’re to do going forward.
Jace stands, and I roll my eyes. It shouldn’t have to be this way. I already know what we’re about to do before we even do it, and I fucking hate it.
“Okay. I get it. I won’t. I understand,” Bailey chokes out, and I can hear the emotion laced in her tone. It’s not because we’re killers, it’s because she can sense the rejection coming her way.
I know that the only way she’ll drop what has happened here between us is if she fucking hates us, and if killing her ex isn’t enough to make that happen,then our list of things to do is pretty fucking narrow. I fight the urge to reach out and comfort her, hating every minute of this. Roman does too, but he and Jace are already dressed, masks back in place, and I feel like I’m the one left standing, holding the fucking grenade.
