by K. A Knight
I feel the presence of Ripper at my shoulder. I don’t know how it know it’s him, but when I open my eyes and glance back, I’m greeted by the sight of his huge, bare muscled chest. Feeling a hand in my hair, I turn my face to the right to see Streaker at my other shoulder, and I groan at the sensation of him playing with my hair.
His hand tightens and he pulls my head back, using my hair as a guide. My eyes widen but I follow his lead. Guiding my face to his, he kisses me with such force that it’s bruising and I return his kiss with just as much passion.
“Guys, help Crusher out of her underwear,” he demands, and I feel my mouth drop open in shock, who would have thought that quiet Streaker was actually a dom? It’s like all my wet dreams have come true.
Ripper immediately drops to his knees, his hands skimming my hips as he reaches for the button on my jeans, while Peeper walks around so he’s behind me. I shiver when I feel his hands on my shoulder blades, drawing little patterns into my skin with his fingers as he trails his way to the clasp of my bra.
Closing my eyes against all the sensations, I bite down on my bottom lip until I feel a tap against that lip.
“Eyes open. I want to see your pretty eyes,” Streaker orders, my eyes popping open to find him directly in front of me, his eyes glued to my lips. Ripper has finally worked the button free on my jeans and starts to pull them down my legs, just as Peeper unhooks the back of my bra and lets it fall to the floor, leaving me standing before them in only my panties.
“She’s very quiet. Have we broken her?” Ripper whispers, kissing my hip bone. Fuck me, these guys are going to be the death of me, and we haven't even got to the good stuff yet, like butt play and mouth stuff. Peeper groans but chooses to ignore my internal dirty thoughts.
I open my mouth to make some smart comment when Streaker’s lips press against mine again, causing me to groan into his mouth. My knees feel weak, and the guys help guide me to the ground so I’m kneeling, while still kissing Streaker. The pile of money on the floor acts like a cushion, bloody good idea if I do say so myself.
Peeper groans before pressing himself against my back, kissing my neck. “She’s congratulating herself on her brilliant idea,” he mutters against my skin, but they obviously hear him.
Streaker pulls away and smirks. “Oh, really?”
Oh shit, why do I feel like I’m in trouble? “Snitch,” I accuse, but any further thought leaves my head as Ripper chuckles against my hip bone, his lips brushing my skin. His big hands push open my thighs, making me widen my kneeling position as his hands explore me over my panties.
Moaning into Streaker’s mouth, I pout when he pulls away. Wrapping his fist around my hair, he keeps me still as Peeper’s hands come up and cup my breasts.
“Is she wet?” Streaker asks, my breath panting out of me at this point. His dirty talk turning me the fuck on.
“Want me to find out?” Ripper counters.
Streaker nods before sealing our lips together again. I chase him in frustration as he keeps the pace slow, then I gasp into his mouth as Ripper does what his namesake implies, and rips away my panties. Which honestly hurts more than people make it out to. Like, I reckon my vagina is going to have panty lash—get it?
“Shut her up, will you?” Peeper moans, nipping at my neck as he twists my already hard nipples. Fuuuuck. My brain stops any coherent thought.
Ripper runs his finger down my aching pussy and I push into his hand, needing more. “Oh yeah, she’s wet,” he mutters, running his finger back up and circling my clit.
Streaker pulls away from my mouth and just watches me as Peeper plays with my breasts, and Ripper with my pussy. “Make her come, it might shut her up. If not, I’ll shove my cock in her pretty mouth,” he commands. Bloody hell.
Ripper laughs, his fingers moving back down to where I need them. Oh yes big boy, right there. Peeper groans again, nipping harder at my skin. “Any time now man, her thoughts are seriously messed up.”
I grin as Streaker shakes his head at me, his hand tightening in my hair. Ripper pushes two thick fingers in me at the same time, making me arch my back and grind onto him as I open my mouth and moan.
Shit, shit, shit.
He stretches me and I can’t wait to feel his cock. “Thought you promised to make me come?” I joke breathlessly.
I didn’t even notice Streaker was naked until he kneels, his hand in my hair and tightening, bordering on pain as he yanks me down until my head is lined up with his already hard cock.
“I know how to shut you up. Suck it,” he orders and I blink up at him.
“I’m sorry, could you be more specific? Were you talking about your thigh, the money, you—” I choke a little as he pushes the head of his cock into my talking mouth.
Gripping my hair, he yanks me forward until I have no choice but to swallow. Now, I may not be the best Hero, but there is some shit I’m good at. Streaker wants to play, then game fucking on.
Hollowing my cheeks, I suck him down until his balls slap my chin. Looking up, I spot his eyes widening as he realises that I have no gag reflex, that’s right baby.
Ripper pulls out and rams back in again, fucking me with his fingers as Peeper trails kisses and stinging bites down my back, his hands still playing with my nipples.
Streaker pulls back before slamming back in. I let him, but every time he pulls out I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, and every time he hits the back of my throat, I hum in pleasure until he’s swearing and fucking my mouth faster.
“Make her come, now!” he demands, his voice strained. Not so easy now, is it big guy? If I didn’t have his cock in my mouth I would be smiling smugly.
Ripper’s fingers still and I almost moan in disappointment, but when his tongue flicks my clit, I push back with a needy moan. He curls his fingers inside of me, playing with me as he sucks and nibbles my bud. His mouth and fingers, along with Peeper’s teasing, throws me over the edge until I scream around Streaker’s cock.
Whimpering when Ripper pulls out and Peeper lets go of my breasts, I open my eyes and try to see behind me, but Streaker reminds me of his presence by thrusting forward again.
“I’m first, I wanna feel her pussy wrapped around my cock. Least she can do after torturing me last night.” Ripper grunts and I feel him behind me, lining up with my center as I lean down on all fours, trying to sneak looks to see what’s going on.
“Eyes on me,” Streaker calls out, reminding me once again with a thrust into my mouth and his hand tightening around my hair. Obediently my eyes flicker up to him, and although his face is stern, I see the passion in his eyes.
Peeper moves away from his position at my side to watch from just behind Streaker, his hand on his cock as he lazily strokes it while he watches us. I groan as his movements catch my eye. I hadn’t realised how fucking hot it would be to have someone watch me being fucked.
Ripper takes that moment to push into me, his large cock stretching me as he pushes slowly into me. I still for a moment as my body adjusts to him, and even Streaker slows his thrusts until I start to move slowly, enjoying the stretch of Ripper.
Ripper slowly pulls out of me before pushing back in, taking my moan around Streaker’s cock as a sign that I’m ready. Picking up the pace, he thrusts into me again, the two of them timing their thrusts so when Ripper pulls back, I’m swallowing Streaker’s cock deep into my mouth. I have never felt so full, and I freaking love it. Sign me up to orgies any day.
“She’s still thinking too much,” Peeper announces, his hand tightening on his cock as he watches us.
Gripping my chin so my focus is on him, Streaker thrusts deeper into my mouth. Picking up the pace, they both slam into me and I feel my orgasm start to build up again. Their movements start to lose rhythm as they get closer to their own release, and I push back against Ripper as he pounds into me. His hands grip onto my hips as he stills, his cock pulsating as he comes inside me. Renewing my attention on Streaker’s cock, I hollow my cheeks. His grasp tightens o
n my hair as he comes in my mouth, his eyes closing in bliss.
Letting go of my hair, he takes a step back and collapses on the sofa next to Ripper who looks exhausted but blissed out.
“Wait, that’s it? Where’s my orgasm?” I pout up at them from where I’m still sitting on the floor.
“I haven't had my turn yet,” Peeper comments, his hand still stroking his dick as he stalks towards me, sinking to his knees by my side.
Wrapping his arm around my waist, he twists us until I’m on my back and he’s hovering above me. My thighs fall open and he wedges between them, leaning down and kissing me hard. He explores my mouth, his hands running up and down my body, teasing me, building me back up to something that’s just out of reach.
Orgasm, or I will stick this money where the sun doesn’t shine, I warn in my head and he grins against my lips.
“So needy,” he whispers as his hand slides between our bodies and flicks my clit, making me gasp. He runs his finger down my wet folds before pushing a finger slowly inside me.
“More,” I demand, arching my back as he kisses down my neck and to my breasts. His tongue darts out and licks my nipple before drawing it into his mouth, he adds a second finger at the same time, and when I moan he adds a third, scissoring them inside of me.
Groaning, I grab his head and hold him to me as he switches to my other breast, sucking and rolling my nipple in his mouth as he fucks me with his fingers.
“Fuck yes,” I moan, canting my hips as I feel the orgasm building.
Whimpering, I narrow my eyes on him when he withdraws his fingers. Resting his head between my breasts he grins up at me, and I open my mouth to tear him a new one when he laughs and leans up, balancing on his hands beside my head and kissing me deeply.
Pulling away, he leaves me breathless and still wanting as he looks at the others.
“So, I think we have figured out two ways to shut her up. Dick or kissing,” he jokes and the others laugh.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I dig my nails into his shoulders and make him look back down at me. He grins, his eyes sparkling as he watches me.
“Need something, Crusher?” He rubs the head of his cock against my slick folds and I hold my indignant glare.
“I swear, I’m going to—fuck.” I groan as he pushes inside of me slowly, stretching my pussy around his big cock.
Arching my back, I tighten my legs around his waist, my nails scratching down his back lightly. He shivers against me as he pulls out and hammers back in. Grabbing my thigh, he raises it over his shoulder, the angle hitting that spot inside of me that has me moaning and almost begging to cum. Over his shoulder, I see the other two watching with satisfied smiles on their faces, and it only serves to turn me on even further.
Holding himself above me, he presses me farther into the floor as he sets a brutal fast past, flinging me into a screaming orgasm.
Coming back to Earth, I shake against him as he swears and works himself through my tight channel.
“One.” He winks.
Cheeky bastard, I’m going to need at least three to make up for the other two.
I joke in my head and he smirks.
“I’ll give you four, you are going to count each one.”
I’ll fucking run down the street naked with squirty cream on my nipples for him if he gives me four—shit, maybe he is good for something.
Dropping his hand from my thigh, he reaches between us and starts rubbing my clit with quick, determined movements until I’m gasping again, my pussy clenching around him.
“Need a hand?” Ripper comments, and he drops to his knees and crawls over to us, his cock already hardening again between his thighs.
Peeper keeps up his hard rhythm and flicks my clit until I’m writhing beneath him, so close to the edge, but I don’t fall until Ripper leans over and sucks one of my nipples into his mouth.
“Count!” Peeper grits out, pushing through slowly as my pussy milks him.
“Two!” I gasp, throwing my head from side to side with the force of the orgasm.
He slows down as I drop back to the floor, breathing hard. My eyes focus on him and the smirk on his face. He pulls out and I yelp as he spins me until my face is pressed into the floor and my ass is in the air. In one quick, smooth move he thrusts back into me, building his pace up again.
I slip forward on the money with the force of his thrusts as his finger moves down my pussy, leaving my poor, oversensitive clit alone. Circling his own cock, he wets his fingers and runs them over my asscheeks, circling my other hole and making me push back.
His finger dips inside, just resting as he keeps up his measured thrusts, but I can feel the rough grip of his other hand on my hip and his harsh breathing. He isn’t going to last long, but he’s determined to reach four.
I hear a noise next to me and I see Ripper’s gaze on my ass, his pupils wide as he watches Peeper thrust into me and his hand playing with my hole. Seeing him like this stirs something within me and I feel another orgasm start to build up, I didn’t think it would be possible. I’m all for multiple orgasms but come on, how often do we really get more than one? Even one is pushing it...unless it’s with yourself or toys. Let’s face it, some men just hammer like they are drilling for gold and expect you to come with a touch.
“Touch yourself,” I demand, Ripper’s eyes meeting mine. For a moment I don’t think he’s going to do it, before a little smirk crosses his face and his large hand covers his cock, slowly pumping along his length.
A moan leaves my lips as I watch and I push back against Peeper, feeling his thrusts begin to falter. “Fuuuuck, I’m not going to last much longer if you keep doing that.” His grip on my hip becomes bruising as he pounds into me, and I crash over the edge into my third orgasm, my hands scrambling across the money.
“Did you hear her count?” Streaker asks from his position on the sofa, I didn’t even notice him move but I roll my eyes up to him, his voice sounding stern, making my throbbing pussy clench.
“Three,” I gasp out, riding the waves of pleasure, and feeling Peeper find his own release as he stills inside me.
“Fuck,” he swears then moans, leaning over so his head meets my back.
“I thought you said four,” I taunt, my breathlessness ruining it slightly. To be honest, I’m not sure I could manage a fourth orgasm, but he doesn’t have to know that.
“I never said it would just be my cock,” he defends, pushing me down and slipping out of me. Rolling over I face him, grinning at the determination on his face.
“Ripper, tap in?” he says.
Ripper grunts, pushing Peeper out of the way and grabbing me, making me yelp. He drags my hips closer, throwing both of my legs over his shoulder as he lines up and pushes in.
My hands reach above me and someone grabs them. Looking up with wide eyes I grin at Streaker as he grips them hard, pinning them to the money.
“What, this like a team effort thing? Go Villains?” I joke, choking when Ripper takes my distracted moment to slip out and hammer back in.
Peeper comes to my side, his hands running up and down my sweaty body, never stopping for too long as he works me up. It’s heady, not being able to touch any of them as Ripper fucks me and Peeper touches me, they can do whatever they want and I wouldn’t be able to stop them.
Peeper grazes my nipples, making me whimper. My whole body is oversensitive and he seems to know it, his fingers light and quick as he twists them and moves on.
Eyes locking on Ripper’s, I watch his muscles clench as his body ripples with his thrusts. He really is a masterpiece and a total Thor look-alike.
Peeper keeps up his soft touches, the contrast between that and Ripper’s hard movements building me back up slowly, until when Ripper thrusts once, twice, and twists his hips, yelling with his release and I follow him. Screaming at the intensity, I fall back onto the money, covered in sweat with my heart racing.
Holy fuck.
“You didn’t count.” Peeper frowns.
“Four,” I mumble. Fuck. I think they killed me.
Ripper pulls out and drops down next to me. We all lie there, just trying to catch our breath for a while. Sighing, I roll over and sprawl onto Ripper’s chest with Streaker playing with my hair and Peeper cuddled behind me. My armband goes off, making me groan. Lifting it up I jump to my feet in outrage, wobbling from the abuse my body just took...I mean, it was great in the moment, but holy hell my lady bits are sore as hell and I’m going to be walking like I’ve shat myself all day.
“Half a fucking point? Half a point! We had a foursome on a big pile of stolen money!” I screech as they burst into laughter behind me.
Fucking Villains.
Chapter Ten
I don’t know what other Villains do for crime and how they spend their days, but I’m enjoying what we do. Fucking, everywhere. I’m talking everywhere. They were reluctant at first, but boobs are a huge persuasion weapon. It started off as a joke. We were in a coffee shop and I followed Peeper to the toilet. I accidentally thought about sex, cough ‘accidentally,’ and he read my thoughts. The next thing I knew, I was being shoved onto the baby changing table and ravished. Which sounds way sexier than it was. We broke the changing table and were asked never to return again. Apparently screaming, “Yes Daddy,” in the baby assist toilet during the middle of the day in a busy coffee shop is considered impolite, who knew?
When our wristbands went off though and we got twenty points, I had never laughed so hard. So it's our new plan to get points and stay on course without having to fuck up any Villain jobs. Let’s face it, we aren’t good at that, but sex? Yeah, that we can do.
“Talking to yourself again?” Peeper taunts, lying back on Ripper’s bed, both of us completely naked. Who knew having sex on someone else’s bed would give you a point? Totally the reason why we did it…