by K. A Knight
“No it wasn't, you live to tease him,” Peeper points out, rolling onto his side and laying his arm under his head, grinning at me as we hear the front door open, no doubt Ripper with our dinner. I wonder where Streaker went to?
“Streaker, stop being a perv and come out, Crusher here is looking for you,” Peeper calls out and I frown, sitting up as Streaker comes into view, sitting in the chair in the corner, completely naked with his hand wrapped around his cock.
“Whoa dude, that takes a whole new level of voyeurism. Bravo!” I applaud and he grins, just as Ripper’s bedroom door flies open.
He takes us all in, the bag of burgers crinkling in his hand as he brings his other up and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to set the food down and when I get back, you will all be dressed, apart from Crusher of course, and you better wash my fucking sheets. I don’t need to be sleeping in your cum,” he says calmly, and I hold my hand up in the air. He drops his hand and gives me an exasperated look.
“Yes?” he asks, like he really doesn't want to.
“You would sleep in mine though right?” I question and he coughs before choking.
“Fucking hell. Nope, I’m out. Wash the fucking sheets,” he yells, shutting the door behind him, and I hear him muttering all the way to the kitchen.
“Come on, food!” I scramble up, falling off the bed before righting myself. “Last one there has to wash Ripper’s cum soaked sheets!” Racing from the room I laugh while they swear.
“Don’t fucking say soaked! Goddamn it!” Ripper shouts from the kitchen, making me laugh so hard I fall over, naked arse sprawling in the air as I try to stop laughing.
“I hate you all!” he yells, banging shit around as Streaker slaps my arse and leaps over me, racing in only his joggers to the kitchen.
Motherfucker.
The next few days pass in a blur of fucking, being banned from the strangest places, and our points slowly crawling up with every cock to the vagina...or ass. I’m not really picky.
Lying back on the grass in the park, I get an evil grin on my face as I flip over and crawl up Ripper’s body. His eyes slant open from where he’s sunbathing, and when he sees the look on my face his pupils blow and his hands instantly come up and grab my hips.
“Again?” he asks, already licking his lips.
Grinning, I reach down and flick open the button on his jeans.
“At least keep your clothes on this time,” Streaker drawls next to us, not bothering to open his eyes.
“Me?” I inquire, sitting on Ripper’s hips as he swears, trying to kick down his jeans.
“No darlin’, that big oaf. You should always be naked,” he teases, opening his eyes to watch us.
“Good, now who wants to fuck?” I ask, and Streaker and Peeper scramble up, making me throw my head back and laugh just as Ripper manages to free his cock.
It doesn’t just stop there. When Streaker is trying on clothes, I pull open the curtain to the dressing room and grin at him in the mirror. His eyes heat and he crooks his finger at me. Jumping at him, I tackle him into the wall. Let’s just say the man in the next stall got his very own peep show, especially when my bra ended up in his cubicle, oops.
In the library, I closed my book with a huff, running my eyes up Peeper as I reach over with my leg and run my foot up his jean clan thigh until I nudge his cock. He opens his eyes from where he was sleeping, a book spread in front of him. Streaker claimed we needed to get some culture...fucking between the stacks counts, right?
Subway—the sandwich store, not the train thingy—the train thingy, public toilets, clothes shopping, the park, and the library. All of it gets our messed up version of Villains on Tour.
“I’m tirrreed,” Ripper complains until I rip off my top, making him choke and stumble. Grinning, I back farther into the alley we are loitering in.
“Fuck yes,” Peeper groans. “I could see her thoughts heading this way and I was bloody waiting for it.”
“I’m no longer tired, your boobs have healed me,” Ripper announces, stalking after me.
Laughing, I take off but an arm wraps around my middle and yanks.
“Careful now, don’t rip me,” I taunt.
He turns and pushes me into the dirty wall, my face smushed into the bricks. “You’ll pay for that,” he whispers before nibbling on my ear lobe.
“I fucking hope so,” I taunt, pushing back.
I wonder how I could have them all right now?
“That could work…” Peeper muses, and I hear him and Streaker whispering between themselves, sorting out the logistics.
One thing I have learned is that they are all dominant, but Streaker loves being in charge, he loves watching me get fucked as he instructs us, but today I need them all, not just their eyes.
“So impatient,” Ripper murmurs, kissing down my neck as he kicks my legs apart.
“Then hurry up and fuck me,” I demand.
He bites my neck hard in punishment, as his hand wiggles between my body and the wall and pushes up my shirt so he can stroke my skin. He rubs under my belly button, that spot just before my jeans, making me pant as I push back again. What the hell are they talking about back there?
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you entertained,” Ripper whispers—oops, I guess I said that out loud.
His palm skates lower and he flicks open my jeans, running his fingers down my panty covered pussy.
“Dude, this isn’t a porno, just fucking get going already,” I whine.
“I’m seducing you,” he mutters, sounding petulant.
“I would be a hell of a lot more seduced if you would just bloody stick your finger in me,” I sass back.
He freezes with a groan. “You are such a romantic,” he jokes.
“Okay, anybody else got something to stick in me while Ripper here goes and gets a blanket and roses, and a bloody sunset for the romantic fuck he wants?” I shout louder.
“Fuck, someone stick a cock in her mouth and shut her up,” Ripper replies.
Rolling my eyes I grab his hand. “You can’t just stick a cock in my mouth every time you want me to be quiet.”
It goes silent and I can feel them all glancing at each other. “We can’t? But it works so well?” Peeper teases.
“You wankers better shut up and put up, or I’m going to…” I trail off and Ripper licks my throat.
“To?” he queries.
“Something bad, something really mean...maybe throw out your wank sock...or your porn stash,” I gasp as his finger slips inside my panties and circles my clit. “Turn your room into a porn version of art attack,” I carry on, my voice breathless as he slips one finger inside of me, and then another and curls them.
“Why is everything about porn?” I hear Peeper whispering to Streaker.
“Because porn is life’s happiness, like donuts and wine!” I defend and moan when he starts to fuck me with his fingers.
“Shut up,” he demands, biting down on my neck.
“Shutting up, right now,” I reply and he shakes with laughter.
“Turn her around and brace your back on the wall,” Streaker orders.
Fuck yes, let’s get this sex party going. Everybody gets a party bag here—wait, was that too far with the metaphor? Maybe.
Ripper turns us and places his back against the wall, bracing me with his hand still down my pants.
“Ripper, you get her arse. Peeper, you get her pussy, then I do,” Streaker instructs before standing back and watching me.
“Now who is the romantic? He made me sound like a bloody jigsaw box,” I murmur to Ripper, making him laugh again.
“Sir, yes sir. Do we need a diagram, sir?” I joke, fake saluting him.
His eyebrow arches as he runs his gaze over me. “Just for that, Peeper, make sure she doesn’t come first.”
“Shit, no wait! I’m sorry, I was trying to be helpful! Diagrams would let us know how to go and where to move, it was a smart idea,” I pout.
He rolls his
eyes, a grin flirting at his lips. “Fine, but you have one chance. Mouth shut,” he orders.
I mine zipping my lips and Ripper pulls his fingers from my pussy, making me pout. When I don’t complain he laughs.
“I could get used to this,” he jokes, and Peeper and Streaker agree.
I narrow my eyes on all of them but keep my mouth shut, orgasms are on the line damn it!
They move fast after that, obviously worried my silent moment will pass. Ye of little faith...I was talking about me.
Peeper moves in front of me, and him and Ripper yank down my jeans and I kick them away quickly. Ripper yanks my shirt up and starts twisting and flicking my nipples, building me back up again after all the talking.
Peeper nods and I groan before snapping my mouth shut, knowing what he’s going to—yep, he did it. Ripper ripped my panties, the bastard. He has ripped so many over the last week that I’m going to have to rob a lingerie store.
Peeper smirks, hearing my thoughts as he reaches down and slips a finger in me, his skull ring nudging my clit. Grabbing my thigh, he lifts my leg and I wrap it around his waist automatically.
“Fuck, you are so wet for us, even with all the talking and no dicking, as you call it,” he moans, pulling his finger out, and with his eyes on me, sucks it into his mouth. Biting my lower lip to stop the dirty words in my head from bursting out, I grab onto his shoulder and pull him closer.
Lifting my other leg, I balance between them, leaning back onto Ripper as I tighten my legs and bring Peeper closer without words, making him grin.
“Even without words, she’s loud.” He laughs, slowly unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock. My eyes drop to it and I watch with bated breath as he strokes himself slowly, obviously teasing me. Narrowing my eyes at him I let go of his shoulder, point at his cock, and then to my pussy.
He laughs but moves closer so there is no room between us, leaning in he whispers against my mouth, “So fucking needy.”
He kisses me hard, silencing my moan as he lines up and thrusts inside of me before stilling, both of us chasing each other’s mouths as he stretches me. Ripper’s hands flick my nipples hard until I gasp into Peeper’s mouth.
He pulls back, biting my lower lip before pulling his hips back and thrusting into me, pushing me hard against Ripper’s chest. He does it again, slowly working in and out until I’m writhing between them, pushing back.
He must get the hint because he speeds up until he’s hammering into me. Moaning, I lean back and lay my head on Ripper’s shoulder, my eyes meeting Streaker’s behind Peeper.
I keep my eyes on his as Peeper fucks me hard, only Ripper’s body cushioning the impact from the wall. When Ripper’s hands drop to my bare ass I groan. We have played with it, I mean how else would you get three cocks in you? Ripper seems to be obsessed with my ass though, not that I’m complaining.
Peeper must know because he pulls out, making me moan, and Ripper lines up and thrusts in. He fucks me hard and fast, wrapping his arms around me and holding me as he thrusts. Groaning, I roll my head from side to side, but it turns into a whine when he too pulls out. What the fuck? Teasers.
He reaches down and grabs my cheeks, parting them as he rubs his now wet cock along me.
“So, this is how you keep her quiet?” he rumbles behind me.
I’m going to bust out my wings and hit him with them if he doesn’t put his cock in me. I think really loudly and Peeper chokes on a laugh.
Just then, Ripper lines up and slowly eases past my tight muscles. We are both breathing heavily as he works halfway in and slowly pulls out, before pushing back in. He does it again and again until he’s balls deep.
Licking my lips, I crook my finger at Peeper who resumes his position, not gently either, and he thrusts in and starts fucking me hard and fast again, each thrust pushing me back onto Ripper’s hard cock.
We fall into a rhythm, and when I meet Streaker’s eyes again I explode with a scream, Peeper’s follows me. His cum filling me as he yells and stills. Breathing heavily, we stand there until Peeper moves away with a groan, tucking his cock back into his jeans, and Streaker replaces him between my shaking thighs. He hoists them up and I wrap them around his waist.
His hand circles my throat, a reminder as he pushes inside of me, his cock pushing through my still pulsing muscles. When he’s buried deep, he watches me intently as he pulls out and with a nod at Ripper, Ripper mirrors him until with every thrust they both fill me.
They have me screaming again in no time, my pussy and ass milking them as Streaker’s hand tightens on my throat and cuts off my scream, making me see dots as he roars and cums inside me. Ripper follows, biting down on my shoulder to muffle his yell.
Spent, sweaty, and sticky, I relax between them.
“Well, where are we fucking next?” I joke as our wristbands go off with our points.
They all laugh and help me get dressed, and we leave the alley together, ignoring the dirty looks a homeless man throws us.
The next two weeks pass quickly, a blur of sex, bonding, and food—of course. They manage to keep me entertained and even more shocking...out of trouble, but we all know this can’t last. Something bad always follows the good—wait, isn’t that some shitty slogan? Who the fuck knows, either way, the non-stop sex can’t last. I can just feel it, and I’m not talking about the cock I’m currently sitting on.
Chapter Eleven
“Ooh, what about sex in a library? We could be noisy, that’s bound to get a few points,” I say eagerly over the table, as we have breakfast in our favourite diner. I shovel forkfuls of pancake into my mouth, moaning at the buttery taste mixed with the sweetness of the maple syrup.
Ripper is just watching me with his eyebrows raised, shaking his head slightly as if he can’t believe what he’s seeing.
“Dude, you’ve seen me eat before. Quit ogling me.” I point my fork at him. There are far better opportunities for them to ogle me. Hmm. I waggle my eyebrows as a thought enters my head, causing Peeper to groan next to me, rubbing his hand over his face before taking a big sip of his black coffee. Waste of coffee if you ask me, I’m a cream and sugar kinda girl.
“Guys, make her stop, it’s too early for her to be sending me these kind of thoughts.” Peeper’s voice is rough as he reaches under the table to readjust his trousers. Smirking, I deliberately start imagining what I had been before, images of them watching me as I pour maple syrup over myself, then them licking it off me. Obviously, I would be naked. Hmm, that’s going to get messy, and sticky. Maybe we should put down a tarp? On the other hand, tarps don’t seem very villainy...
“Okay, we’re all clear, she’s distracted herself again,” he comments again with a grin, the others chuckling as they tuck into their food.
“Anyway, back to the original question. Where are we having sex today? Library?” I query, my excitement rising again. We basically get paid for having sex, it’s great! Okay, that makes me sound like a prostitute. Anyway, it works out all around. We don’t want to hurt anyone or steal anything, just because we have been branded as Villains doesn’t mean we have to be bad people, right? This way we don’t have to hurt anyone but we can still survive. Plus, we get to have lots of sex. Win-win.
“We had library sex a few weeks ago. What about museum sex?” Streaker suggests over his steaming coffee mug.
“We don’t lose points for originality. They don’t care where we fuck, as long as it causes havoc, we get paid.” Peeper rolls his eyes, tapping his device on his wrist.
We carry on discussing the merits of museum sex over library sex when the little bell over the diner door bings behind me. I ignore it, continuing to eat my pancakes, but look up when I feel the guys stiffen.
“Of course I would find you in a dump like this,” a voice calls out, dripping with disgust, causing me to freeze. I know that voice.
Looking over my shoulder I see miss goody-two-shoes herself, hands on her hips as she sneers at me.
“Um. Crusher, is this a
friend of yours?” Streaker asks, looking torn between wanting to defend my honour and offending a friend.
“What do you want Karen?” I address her with a sneer of my own, putting emphasis on her name. I hear the guys behind me make noises of recognition at her name. I may have mentioned her once or twice.
“Wait. This is Karen? The arse licking, cock sucker you told us about?” Ripper asks loudly, looking her up and down with a frown. I nod my head at him before turning back to look at her.
“Don’t let the frumpy librarian look fool you. This bitch is mean. She shoved me in front of a bus so she could save a baby.” Karen looks like she’s going to implode, her face turning a funny blotchy shade of red.
“Oh, please. You are still whining about that? It was twenty-five years ago!” she finally bursts out, indignant. My mouth drops open at her comment, the fucking cheek of it!
“I nearly died! The bus only missed me because I fell down a manhole!” My bad luck actually came in useful that day, not that I’m going to tell her that.
“You were fine,” she sneers again.
I jump up from seat and brandish my fork like a weapon. “You stole my save!”
“Let’s be real. You were never going to save that baby. You should have just given up then and let the real Heroes save the day.” I have to admit, that one stings a bit. I take a deep breath to retaliate and find I have no words. The guys, who have been silently watching back and forth, now frown at my silence, Peeper pushing up to stand next to me.
“Fuck off, Karen,” is all he says, but it could have been an Oscar acceptance speech for all I cared. He stood up for me when I needed it. The other two stand up and cross their arms, facing Karen down.
“Fuck off, Karen,” they say in unison, making my heart fill with happiness. My eyes well as I turn to look at them.
“You told a Hero to fuck off for me?” I question, my lower lip becoming wobbly.
“Fuck, is she going to cry?” Ripper asks the guys, anxiously watching me as he reaches out to pat my shoulder. “Hey… It’s okay. Of course we did, you’re one of us now.”