Page 48 of One for the Money

“Sleep, little siren, nightmares hate company, but if yours get extra bold, we won’t let them fuck with you,” Erik reassured, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder.

Normally, I never liked sharing the same bed with someone. Bear was the exception, but wasn’t he always? Shifting, I was going to tell Erik to fuck off and didn’t need their help or protection. I wasn’t a weak bitch who demanded that kind of thing. However, Bear decided to be a dick and wrapped his hand around the back of my head, keeping me securely tucked where I was. Then the bastard used the one trick he knew I couldn’t fight and started to massage my scalp. That was all it took, and seconds later, I was passed the fuck out.

When I opened my eyes hours later, the bedroom door was cracked, letting in enough light so I could see my way about the room. My face was smooshed against a man’s chest which wasn’t a normal occurrence. The lack of tattoos told me it wasn’t Bear, but I was rather enjoying the light, clean scent of this man’s skin. I jumped as fingers, which were cupping my pussy, flexed and brushed my clit.

There was no possible way the man I was laying on could have his hand there so that meant a second someone was in this bed. Moving slowly, I tried to peel my face off the man’s chest, but when I pushed, I discovered my hand was clutching this person’s morning wood. It jumped in my hand, happy that I was now awake and could give the proper attention this fella was looking for.

Unsure what to do, I decided it was time to fall back on the trusty logic of fuck it. No longer worried about being subtle, I shoved up on my hand not filled with dick so I could look around. What I hadn’t accounted for was this would shift the grip person number two had on me. Doing this thrust a finger deep into my pussy, making me gasp.

A rumbling growl I’d know anywhere came from behind me. Thank fuck it was just Bear and not some rando I’d drunkenly picked up who was now accidentally finger fucking me. Although I’m not sure I can count it as an accident since Bear took full advantage of the opportunity. His thick finger moved slowly, teasing the special spot that would make me a fucking water blaster. Arching back against Bear, I groaned only to cry out a second later as warm lips wrapped around my nipples.

Looking down, I found a man with short red hair, and all the dots connected. I remembered my nightmares, puking in the sink, and Erik and Bear appearing from seemingly nowhere to take care of me. Now, here I was in a situation that would quickly build, and I had to decide if I was in or out. Erik’s hips thrust, reminding me that I was still holding his dick. The silky boxers he wore made it possible for him to glide back and forth in my grasp. There was something so erotic about seeing the tip of his cock poking out between the buttons, trying to contain his long-ass fucking dick.

Bear decided he needed a better angle, so he used his pussy hold to fucking lift and position me. Once satisfied with my placement draped across his stomach, Bear added a second finger and used his thumb to tease my pierced clit. My body didn’t know if it wanted to tense or melt with how amazing this felt. I decided it was better not to fight what was going down and simply enjoy the fucking I knew was coming my way.

A hand brushed my cheek, urging me to open my eyes. Looking up from where I was lying, my head hanging off Bear’s body, I found Erik. “You look so fucking sexy laying there letting Bear finger fuck you, little siren. Now I want you to open your mouth so I can shove my cock down your throat and hear you gag on it.”

That should not have sounded as hot as it was. “What happened to asking me what I wanted?” I questioned, trying not to sound as excited as I was.

“You told me what you wanted,” Erik countered, teasing my lips with the crown of his dick. “Asking means there’s uncertainty and manipulation. You like orders because there’s no question about what is expected. I told you what I wanted. Now the only response you have to give is to open wide.”

Grinning, I eagerly opened my mouth, ready to take whatever he could give me and was pleased to see he was starting to think like the predator he was. Erik eased into my mouth, getting a feel for the angle that would make throat fucking me the easiest. Pausing, he stuffed the corner of a pillow under my head to give a little more support before pulling back and giving me a warning wink. I didn’t care who you were or how many dicks you’d swallowed in your life, but when a man who’s gifted in length like Erik was, you’d gag. For some reason, I really couldn’t explain, it always seemed to turn men on to hear you as you fight for your life with a mouth full of cock.

My eyes watered, and I fought to stay relaxed as Erik found his rhythm. This is a moment where looks can be deceiving. Anyone else seeing this would believe Erik was abusing me or being cruel. God, they couldn’t be further from the truth. I was in a state of euphoria, unable to do anything but be in the moment as Bear timed his assault on my pussy with Erik’s thrusts. Fingers rolled and tugged on my nipples, making me moan which, in turn, had Erik hissing.

“Holy fuck, your throat feels so good,” he praised and tugged sharply on my tits. “Do that again. I want to know your screams are because we’re making you feel so good you can’t keep it to yourself.”

Bear decided he wanted to play along with Erik’s game, so he pulled his fingers free and slapped my pussy twice in quick succession. If Erik wanted to hear me scream, then Bear knew just how to make that happen because scream I did. Nowhere close to finished with me, Bear filled my pussy with three fingers and got down to business. I knew the feel of the magical movements he used to get me to squirt, and that’s exactly what he wanted. My hands started to flail around, unsure what the hell I should even hold onto. Erik released my tits and pinned my hands down on the bed, changing his position, making me take him even deeper. His balls slapped my head, but I wasn’t thinking about that.

Nope, the only thing on my fucking mind was how wet the sheets were about to get. Every muscle in my body clenched, and it took all my strength to keep my mouth open as I came. There is no way to describe how it feels when your body comes so motherfucking hard it has to show off by turning you into a fountain. Scratch that, fountain is too gentle of a word. Let’s go with a blow hole. That had enough pressure to knock you on your ass if you didn’t get your face out of the way.

“Goddamn, look at that slutty pussy go… it’s squirting all over the place,” Erik said in awe as he eased himself out of my mouth. “Fuck, that is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Now I don’t know if I want to finish in your pretty mouth or that sloppy pussy of yours.”

It had been a while since I’d had a guy I let speak during sex, but Erik had a dirty fucking mouth, and I loved it.

“Think you got what it takes to make me soak you as I squirt around your cock?” I taunted between pants, and I tried to catch my breath.

Erik pondered this a moment, then made up his mind. “Guess we’ll just have to see.”

With no warning, Erik climbed over Bear’s legs, flipped me over, lifted my hips, and slammed his cock into me. I grunted as his dick hit my cervix, making me quiver with how sensitive I was. He eased back and found the right movement that didn’t hit the end of the line every time but enough to make my eyes roll back in my head. Bear sat up and grabbed my jaw, pulling me up so he could kiss me, not giving a shit that I was covered in my own spit.

These men were a lot to handle on their own, but having them team up might be pushing me to my limit. When Bear was done feasting on my lips, he shoved me back down until I was staring his one-eyed willy in the face. Piercings ran along the top and bottom of his dick with a ring looped around the top half of the crown. Seeing it always made me wonder who Prince Albert was and how I got a piercing like this named after me.

Bear didn’t have to tell me what he wanted, it was pretty obvious with where he placed my mouth. I didn’t often give him blow jobs. As much as my pussy loved the jewelry, it made for tricky work when teeth were involved. Distracted, I nearly face-planted into Bear’s balls when Erik kicked things up a notch.

“Didn’t want you to forget about me back here, little siren,” Erik offered as he teased my asshole. “Felt like you got a little distracted by another cock and his pretty looks.”

I glanced over my shoulder. “Maybe if you get a little bling on your dong, it might keep my attention.”

Erik reached around and slapped my clit with enough force to make me gasp and tighten up but not for it to send me into an orgasm like when Bear did it. “There’s no need when you’ve got the prettiest pierced pussy out there. Looks like I’ll just have to ring this little bell if I need some assistance.”

Bear chuckled. He motherfucking chuckled at that lame-ass joke. He never laughed, let alone chuckled at anything. What the hell was going on? Could it be that Bear may actually more than tolerate Erik?

“You might not need to ring the bell if you put some real work into things instead of yapping,” I shot back.

“Silly me, here I was thinking about taking it easy on you so you didn’t get a piercing stuck in your teeth, but clearly I was mistaken,” Erik shared, then shifted his grip to get a firmer hold on my hips before pounding the shit out of my pussy.

There was nothing I could do but brace my hands on Bear’s thighs and scream. Seeing his chance, Bear guided his cock into my mouth, plugging up the screams and my ability to breathe. Erik might have Bear beat on length, but Bear was gifted in girth, making it impossible for him to ever throat fuck me—it simply wouldn’t fit. I was now on the ride of my life that most women would have begged to stop, but I was no quitter. There was always a way to ride the bull until the buzzer—you just had to be good enough to hold on that long.