Prey, page 4
All I hear is Cora’s gasp just as, “Holy shit,” slips past my lips.
Chapter 6
Delilah
He’s beautiful. The way he’s delicately holding Breaker, receiving him into his mouth, cheeks hollowing out as he sucks him in deep. Breaker cradles his head, helping him bob up and down on his cock, hips gently rocking forward.
They aren’t new to this. They aren’t experimenting tonight or just having fun. The way Viper touches Breaker means this is a regular occurrence between them. Reaper’s defensive response makes sense now. This is something he’s protecting.
These men mean something to him.
Striker kisses the back of my neck, as I eat up the sight of Viper and the thick cock slipping wetly between his lips. A desperate growl escapes Breaker and his hips jut forward, his large hand holding Viper’s head in place, making Viper’s eyes flutter and water as he chokes.
Warmth rushes between my thighs, want building up even tighter as Breaker weaves his fingers into Cora’s hair when she leans in and kisses his hip. With a pop, his cock slips out of Viper’s mouth and Cora leans forward to suck on the head of his dick. He’s so big, she can’t fit him all the way in her mouth, so she licks along his length, circling around the head as Viper grips him at the root and strokes.
A deep guttural sound rumbles from behind me, making me turn my head to find Striker watching the scene before us. His hand still possessively cups my breasts, kneading as he skims warm lips over my shoulder and neck with light kisses, sparks of want flying through my body as he works his way up my neck.
None of them are new to this. There’s an intense connection sizzling through the air. These men aren’t just friends. They’re connected in some way. Like Cora and I.
I squirm in Reaper’s lap, fire igniting within me. The realization we’ve added to something that’s already existed, our presence not taking away from the fire that these men share, creates a dark, provocative want within me. I want to be a part of this. Want to feel the same electric surge between them catch fire to my skin and consume me.
Reaper releases his grip on my thigh as I continue to squirm, between my legs throbbing so intensely, it’s become an ache, and cups my jaw tightly, ripping a surprised gasp from my throat.
“Striker,” he says roughly. “Kiss her. Now.”
On command, Striker covers Reaper’s hand with his and yanks me into him, angling my head back toward him. His lips crash against mine. The position makes my lips part. He takes advantage and slips his tongue in, tasting me. A breathy groan escapes him and his warm, minty breath floods my senses, mixing with the dark warm scent of Reaper. The searing kiss makes my head swirl, all thoughts draining away until I’m rocking, tilting my hips, reaching behind me to grip the back of his head, dragging his mouth closer. I feel hands move around me—Striker—and he reaches between my legs. Instinctively, I part them and let him slip a hand under my body suit, the need to be touched making me pant into his mouth. He presses to my folds over the pantyhose and curses.
“She’s got on those stockings,” Striker growls, breaking our kiss. “I can’t stroke her pussy with them on.”
“Up,” Reaper orders, and I slip off his lap as Striker lifts me to stand. Pushing off the couch, Reaper grips my jaw again and runs his gloved thumb over my lips. “I’m going to watch this pretty mouth get fucked tonight.”
My breath rushes out just as Striker reaches between my legs and unbuttons the bodysuit, the snap of the buttons coming undone making me jolt.
“These boots are sexy as hell,” Striker says, sliding a hand down my thigh, “but we need to remove them to get these stockings off.”
“No, they stay on,” Reaper says. Reaching to his side, he pulls something from his belt and my eyes grow wide, my heart stuttering in my chest when I see him pop open a knife. “Cut them off.”
I open my mouth to scream, but his hand clamps down hard over my lips, muffling the sound. Locking me in place with his dark gaze, he leans in close and says, “We’d never dream of hurting you, Kitten.”
“The pantyhose, though. They’re getting destroyed,” Striker says with a chuckle, plucking the knife from Reaper’s hand. A second later, I feel a tug and then the restricting fabric between my legs suddenly releases.
Reaper lets me go and backs away. I look down to see Striker has cut the seam of my pantyhose to give them access, leaving me completely exposed. I press my thighs together, feeling just how wet I am as my pulse flutters. Reaper’s piercing gaze between my legs sends desire flaring through me.
“Beautiful,” Reaper rasps, sitting back down and gesturing for me to sit back on his lap.
“Let’s get this off you, Princess,” Striker says, running his hands down my back and gripping the material of my bodysuit.
Before I can protest, it’s lifted and pulled over my head, then falling to the floor at my feet, leaving me in just my black bra, the cut pantyhose, and leather knee boots. I’d feel ridiculous if it weren’t for the way Reaper’s eyes move over me, drinking in every inch of skin. My belly, the curve of my hips, my full breasts.
“Fuck me,” Striker grates out, moving to stand in front of me. He grips my chin, angling my head back to meet his warm eyes. A devious grin curls his lip. “You look good enough to eat.”
A strangled cry drags my attention to Cora. Breaker’s on his knees, his head between her legs, hands splayed on her open thighs as Viper grips her hair and thrusts roughly into her mouth, her eyes tearing. One of her small hands rests on his hip, the other’s holding onto Breaker, fingers curled into the black fabric of his head covering.
She’s loving this. I know she’s been with many men, she doesn’t leave out any details when she tells me about her weekend dates, but to see her taking him so well, so submissively, shoots desire through my core.
Like he can sense my fiery gaze, Viper casts a look my way, our eyes locking as he thrusts into her mouth. His lips curve with a wolfish grin. “You get this cock next, Sweetheart.”
Striker groans, watching me watch Cora. “You want that, Princess? A cock in your mouth while your pussy gets devoured?”
“As I fuck her from behind,” Reaper says.
“Fuck,” Viper groans, head thrown back now, driving into Cora’s mouth harder, making her choke on her moan. “You’re too good at this, you naughty little Vixen.”
I glance back at Reaper. As I fuck her from behind. The image floods my mind and I can’t let it go. Reaper thrusting into me, my legs spread with Striker’s mouth on my pussy, and Viper’s cock down my throat.
“You want that,” Reaper says like he can see what I’m imagining. “Us.”
I nod.
He pulls me down to his lap again and Striker falls to his knees in front of us, ripping off his gloves and capturing my mouth with a frenzied hunger.
Suddenly, hands are everywhere. Reaper’s coarse fabric-covered hands pulling my legs open, hooking them back over his thick thighs. Striker’s warm fingers between my legs, slipping through my wet folds with wicked intent. Rough gloved fingers wrapping tightly around my throat as I part my lips, allowing Striker to delve his tongue deep into my mouth, ravishing me with a passionate kiss. I open myself wider for him and let him slip those warm fingers inside me.
“Shit,” he curses. “She’s fucking drenched, Reap.”
“Hmm,“ Reaper grunts out behind me, gripping my throat tighter. “Tell me what she tastes like.”
Striker slips lower, and I grip Reaper’s forearms, readying myself. When Striker’s searing lips skim my sensitive flesh, I cry out, bowing my back as his tongue slides over my clit.
“Like honey,” Striker says, then his tongue slides along my aching skin, making me tremble with pleasure. Reaper’s grip at my throat tightens, constricting my breath, making me arch against him. I grip his forearms, digging my fingers hard into his bare skin, my nails clawing at his flesh as delicious heat rolls through me in waves.
“My little Kitten has claws,” Reaper growls against my ear. “But she doesn’t know I like the pain.”
Striker slips his tongue deep into my opening and I groan as he plunges it in and out like he’s fucking me. Consumed with a flood of desire, I try to open my legs even wider, longing curling up in my belly so tight, I know I won’t last much longer. He grips my thighs, pushing them up until I fall back into Reaper’s chest, giving Striker full access. He takes advantage and swipes his tongue from my ass up to my clit, groaning as he does.
“Reap, you got to taste this pussy,” Striker says, driving two fingers back into me. Slick wet sounds fill the air, mixing with Cora’s soft moans, and Viper’s panting grunts.
It’s too much to take in. Reaper’s hand at my throat, Striker’s fingers moving in and out, his tongue at my clit, circling, exploring what I like, then sucking me into his hot mouth. The dirty words pouring from him when he releases me with a slick pop. Cora’s choked cries beside me as Breaker devours her and Viper fucks her mouth. It’s all too overwhelming and I writhe under Striker’s tight grasp, barely aware that I’m tilting my hips to meet his mouth that’s pulling, demanding, my pleasure, when suddenly the world breaks away and I cry out.
Reaper’s grip tightens even more as my orgasm rips through my body, the pressure, the complete lack of my control in this moment, adding to the already intense pleasure Striker’s ripping from me. I try to close my trembling legs around Striker’s head, curling into myself as the waves consume me, but they both have such a tight a hold of me, keeping me splayed open.
“I can’t,” I whisper when I realize Striker is determined to tear another orgasm from me. “I can’t.”
Cora’s muffled cry followed by Breaker’s dark laugh sends a fire to my clit, but Striker takes mercy and pulls away, sitting upright. His satisfied gaze travels up my flushed body to my eyes. My release coats his mouth and he smirks, then lets out a rough groan as he grips himself through his pants.
A feral, uncaged feeling surges through me, causing a tremble to move down my back, desperate for the taste of him. I want him in my mouth, thrusting past my lips, soaking me with his rough desire. All of them. I want, need, them all everywhere. The craving is so dark, so animalistic, it’s like all my senses are overtaken by this wild need. By them.
Cora sits upright, gasping when Viper pulls his dick from her mouth. He bends down, gripping her hips and flipping her over so she’s on her hands and knees, facing me. Our eyes lock. Breaker kneels behind her, caressing her naked body, smoothing his long fingers over her pale flesh, pressing his thumbs into the indents on her lower back, like he’s cherishing her. Viper places a knee next to them on the couch, bending over to kiss her round ass before he tilts his head to the side and sucks Breaker back into his mouth briefly, then releasing his large dick with an obscene pop.
Cora’s gaze drifts to Reaper, locking on him as she crawls forward. The second I see her intent, a tendril of inky blackness slithers through me. Before she can reach Reaper, I tilt sideways and catch her lips with mine.
“That’s it, Tiny Thing,” Breaker breathes. “Kiss her lush mouth.”
“You taste my cock on her lips, Sweetheart?” Viper rasps.
With a startled cry, Cora breaks our kiss and gives me wide, shocked eyes.
I resist rolling my own. Out of everything that’s happening, me kissing her is a shock? She leans forward and places another light kiss on my lips, testing it out. She backs away and her eyes move from my mouth to my eyes when she sees it.
Reaper is mine and mine alone.
Chapter 7
Delilah
Cora and I have never kissed. Fuck, I’ve never kissed another woman before.
But my blood sizzles, the need to have her lips back on mine as shocking as it is desperate.
With a knowing smirk, Cora leans forward and captures my mouth again, urging my lips apart with her hot tongue. I open, letting her explore. The kiss is gentle, but grows demanding the longer it lasts. Each sweep into my mouth is more heated than the last and I sink into the sensation. Into her sweet taste mixing with the faint, masculine flavor of Viper still on her tongue.
“Spread wider,” Breaker growls.
I break our kiss long enough to see him positioning himself at her entrance. She arches her back, tilting her ass upward, giving him easy access before her lips meet mine again, but I keep my eyes open.
I want to see all of this.
“Fuck,” Breaker grates, leaning forward to grip her shoulder. His hips move forward slightly and there’s a part of me that wishes I could see him easing into her. “Breathe out, Little Red. Let me in.”
She releases a soft mewl as Breaker drives into her from behind, using her shoulder to thrust in deeply.
“Fuck,” she gasps into my mouth and I eat the words, devouring her soft cries, as her body melts to accept him. He pulls out, then thrusts forward again.
“Jesus, he’s big.” Cora groans against my lips, each one growing louder as he drives faster.
I lift a hand to cup the feminine line of her jaw, marveling at just how different she feels and tastes from the men I’ve kissed in my life. From Dave. From Striker. She’s all soft curves and sweet skin. Her eyes scrunch tightly closed, and I watch as her brows turn down, taking in every sensation she’s being given. My kiss and Breaker’s rough thrusts.
I break our kiss, want curling up in my middle as Breaker shifts to angle himself deeper. She releases a small sound as he drives in, using her hips to pull him onto him, and I imagine what he must feel like. I saw for myself. He is big. Thick. And he’s not being gentle.
“Kiss her again,” Reaper demands and I glance at his inky black eyes before obeying.
My tongue delves deep into her mouth, knowing he’s watching. Electric cracks in the air as he absorbs the sight of us. I breathe into her mouth, losing myself to the clawing desire snaking through my belly, wanting his approval. Loving the spine-tingling intensity of his sharp focus.
After a moment, I release her mouth and feel warm fingers grip my chin, pulling my face upward. Desire twists through me again. Meeting my eyes, Viper leans over and lowers his mouth to mine. He takes a long slow sweep of my mouth, moving his tongue over mine. He tastes of soda and something else. Something richer. Maybe it’s Breaker.
Viper deepens the kiss, weaving his fingers into my hair, snapping my head back. This kiss is demanding, taking, controlling. So different from Cora’s. He’s rough where she was smooth, his tongue forceful and possessive, contrasting with her gentle desire. Even Striker’s passionate kiss didn’t feel like such a claiming. Stroking my mouth with his tongue like he was asking me for his pleasure rather than demanding it the way Viper is.
Right when I think I might fall into Viper’s dark, sensual need, just as it swirls around me, pushing past my barriers, he eases up and releases me. My head swirls, my heart beating heavily.
“Oh Jesus,” Cora whines, dropping her head to the couch cushion. Breaker drives deep into her, his fingers digging into her shoulder, relentlessly seeking his release. Her fingers curl into the leather and I grip her hand, knowing she needs some sort of connection besides the rough fucking Breaker’s giving her. Our fingers intertwine and she huffs out another groan as her entire body jolts forward from his rough thrusts.
“She’s ready,” Reaper says, his cold tone weaving around my lungs and squeezing. Over my shoulder, our eyes lock. “Viper. Take her mouth.”
The throbbing between my legs intensifies as understanding pools low in my belly.
Viper cups my jaw, sliding his calloused thumb over my bottom lip, the gentle touch at odds with how rough he was a moment ago.
“Ready, Sweetheart?” he asks, his thumb slipping past my lips as he grasps my hair into a fist, tilting my head back to meet his eyes. I think they’re blue, maybe green. It’s hard to tell in the low light. The stubble on his cheeks hints his hair is a dark brown or maybe an auburn. The hard set of his jaw lets me know he’s a bit rough. Not just in bed, but in life too. But as he slips his thumb in and out of my mouth, I know he can be gentle if he wants.
Maybe he just doesn’t want to.
Not right now.
“Open for me, Sweetheart,” Viper says, releasing my hair so he can guide himself to my mouth.
“Open for him, Kitten,” Reaper growls. “Let me see how well you take his cock.”
I break eye contact, looking down at his length inches from my face, parting my lips, complying with Reaper’s instructions. His large hand strokes up and down his shaft, almost lewdly. My heart hammers with anticipation as heat blooms between my legs. He’s big, girthy with a slight curve. Thick fingers whisper through my hair as Reaper curls it into a fist at the back of my head, jerking my head back. With his hand still at my throat, Reaper now has complete control over me as he guides me toward Viper’s dick.
“Tongue out,” Striker says from his position on the floor next to me, pulling my chin down, his own hand joining with Viper’s at my jawline. It’s strangely intimate, all these hands on me, guiding me. “That’s it, Princess,” he says as I open my mouth. “What a good girl you are, opening up for his cock.”
Viper grips his dick roughly and hits my tongue with the tip, slapping the head against it as he growls out a strangled sound.
Pre-cum gathers on his slit and he slips the head over my lips, painting me with his essence. That wild clawing returns. Grows. Reaper’s grip tightens in my hair and Striker pulls my jaw, moving me forward.
“Fuck her mouth,” Reaper orders, his rough tone combined with his harsh demand burning through my veins. He shifts, positioning himself so he can watch, making his hard length dig into my backside.
Hot fingers slip over my pussy just as Viper slides his dick into my mouth. Salty earthiness floods my tongue and I groan, loving the sensation of Striker’s fingers slipping back into me as Viper’s cock hits the back of my throat making my eyes tear.
