by Becca Van
“Such a good little sub.” Jonah groaned. He was pumping his finger in and out of her pussy. Every time he rubbed over the upper wall of her cunt, she couldn’t help but grip and ripple around him.
“Hurry the fuck up, Jonah!” Adam growled in a deep voice. “She’s squeezing my dick so fucking hard I’m on edge.”
Jonah eased his finger from her pussy, held the base of his dick, then said, “Take me inside of you, love.”
Lexis glanced down at his long, hard cock and slowly lowered herself down. Adam quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and moved with her so that his dick remained embedded in her ass balls deep.
She gasped when her slick, sensitive tissues spread as she slowly impaled herself on Jonah’s erection. The wet frictional slide as she rose up and down taking him further and further into her pussy was phenomenally blissful. Her clit was throbbing up a storm and cream was practically dripping from her pussy like water from a leaky tap.
Finally, her ass and thighs connected with Jonah’s legs as she took him inside of her pussy to the hilt. Jonah kneaded her breast and squeezed her nipple. She turned when Preston cupped her other breast then plucked at the tip.
Air backed up in her lungs when she met his heated eyes. He threaded his fingers into her hair and leaned closer to her. He slammed his mouth over hers, their tongues curling and twirling and rubbing together until she was in danger of passing out from lack of oxygen. She gulped in deep breaths of air when he released her lips and watched as he wrapped his large hand around the base of his dick, pumping up and down a few times.
Lexis licked her lips, mesmerized by the carnal, sexy sight, and before she thought about what she was doing, she bent down toward Preston’s cock. “Yes, baby,” he groaned when she swiped her tongue over the head, tasting his musky essence. “Suck my cock, Lexis. Get me good and wet.”
Lexis opened her mouth wide, swirling her tongue around the crown of his dick, and then suckled lightly. He moaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Take more of me, baby. I want to see how far you can go.”
Lexis did, too. She wanted him filling her mouth and her throat with that thick, hard cock. She wanted him stroking in and out of her mouth until he sprayed cum down her throat.
Lexis wanted it all.
She bobbed her head up and down, taking more of more of his cock into her mouth. Her jaw began to ache, but she ignored the slight discomfort. Nothing mattered but giving her man, her men pleasure. Preston groaned when the head of his dick nudged the back of her throat. She started to panic when her gag reflex tried to kick in but managed to draw air in through her nose and quell her anxiety. Lexis brushed Preston’s hand away from the base of his cock, wrapping her own around his shaft and beginning to pump up and down. Having her own hand on his dick also helped her judge how far she could comfortably take him without the panic returning.
Lexis bobbed up and down, suctioning in her cheeks to add to Preston’s pleasure. She lapped at the sweet spot on the underside of his dick each time she pulled back up, then took him deep again.
He grunted and groaned, gasped and growled, filling her with a feminine confidence she’d never felt before.
Just as she was about to take him back into her throat, he tugged on her hair, pulling her off him completely. Lexis frowned, wondering if she’d done something wrong, but quickly vetoed that thought. Preston had been as into it as she’d been. She glanced at Jonah, but he was looking at Preston, too. As she turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, she halted when Preston got off the bed, walked toward the end, then climbed up behind Adam.
When she heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper being torn open, then the bottle of lube, her internal muscles clenched around the cocks in her ass and pussy. Honey dripped, coating Jonah’s cock and the inside of her thighs.
“Don’t move,” Preston commanded hoarsely.
Lexis knew the moment Preston breached Adam’s ass. Firstly, Adam’s hips shoved harder into her ass. Secondly, Adam’s cock twitched and pulsed, massaging the sensitive walls of her own ass, and she moaned.
“No one comes until I say they can.” That was the only warning they got before Preston began to move. He didn’t start off slowly. He withdrew from Adam’s ass and pounded back in. Each time he advanced and retreated Adam’s dick slid along her walls, and she was driven hard onto Jonah’s dick. “Lexis?” Preston panted out her name.
“Hmm?” was all she could manage in response.
“I want you to move in counter stroke with me,” Preston ordered.
“’Kay,” she managed to reply.
She waited until she had his rhythmic beat down pat and then started moving. Each time he drove forward, she pushed back against Adam sandwiching him between them. Every time he drew back, she undulated her hips, taking Jonah’s cock so deep into her pussy the head of his dick bumped up against her cervix. Preston was guiding and fucking them all, and it was one of the hottest moments of her life.
The heated friction of Jonah’s and Adam’s dicks pistoning in and out of her pussy and ass caused the pressure inside to begin to build.
The coil gathered tighter and tighter. Her legs began to tremble, and she was panting so fast and hard it was a wonder she hadn’t passed out.
“I’m getting close,” Adam gasped out.
“Me too.” Jonah grunted as Lexis dropped down onto his thick dick.
“Three,” Lexis moaned when Adam’s dick was shoved so far up her ass she wondered if she’d ever get him out. Not that she wanted to. It felt so good having two dicks fucking into her ass and cunt at the same time.
Her lower belly felt as if it had melted long ago. Juices wept from her pussy, and the fire inside flamed hotter and higher until she was hovering right on the cusp of orgasm.
“Come. Now!” Preston roared as he shuttled his dick in and out of Adam’s ass.
Adam drove deeply into Lexis’s ass, and she dropped down onto Jonah’s cock.
Adam’s growl as he retreated from her ass turned into a roar as he was shoved back in. Lexis screamed as she was tipped over the edge into ecstasy, and Jonah’s shout joined the cacophony. Less than a second later, Preston yelled as he joined them, and they all came together.
It was the strongest, most sublime orgasm Lexis had ever experienced. Stars burst apart in front of her eyes as she trembled and shivered with nirvana. Cream gushed from her pussy, covering her and Jonah with her juices.
The stars faded to an inky blackness where there was no sound in pure, unadulterated rapture. She was shaking so hard she felt like she was about to quake apart. Lexis floated in the velvety darkness of space, her soul soaring free from her physical self, but her three men were right beside her. She could feel their hearts, the very essence of their spirits wrapping around her to keep her from floating away.
The empty places that had filled her heart were long gone.
Preston, Jonah, and Adam had chased away the cold, filling her with so much love she could barely contain it.
The grief of losing her sister and mother was so much easier to cope with because she was no longer alone. She’d found three amazing Doms whom she loved with her whole heart.
Lexis hoped that she got to spend the rest of her life with her Dominant lovers. She was going to show them each and every day just how much they meant to her.
Lexis felt whole for the first time in over two years.
Chapter Seventeen
Lexis woke with a sigh and a groan after stretching out her stiff muscles. She was disappointed to find herself all alone in the big bed, but a contented smile curved up her lips.
Last night had been the best night of her life. While she, Preston, Adam, and Jonah had been making love together, she’d felt connected to the three men on a deep emotional level as well as a physical one. She was so replete and tired, she’d been in a half awake, half asleep state for what seemed like hours. Preston had helped her clean up in the shower of the room they’d been using, while Jonah and Adam had stripp
ed the bed, remade it with fresh bedding, and tidied up the space. Then they’d guided her out of the club to the truck. She dozed with her head on Jonah’s chest, and he’d carried her to the bedroom when they’d arrived home. Lexis had been so exhausted, she’d slept right through the night. She’d been aware of her men climbing into bed with her and snuggling up with her, but nothing else after that until now.
She flung the covers aside and walked to the bathroom. After using the facilities, showering, and dressing, she headed out to the kitchen. The house was quiet. Too quiet. There was a full pot of coffee on the warmer and a note resting against it.
Hi baby,
You looked so darned peaceful we didn’t have the heart to wake you up so early and decided to let you sleep. We all needed to be at the precinct by seven. Once I’ve caught up on a few things at work, I’ll come back home for you. When we have the hard stuff out of the way, we’ll all take you out to lunch.
Preston, Adam, and Jonah xxx.
Lexis sighed happily as she hugged the note to her chest. It was sweet of her men to let her sleep, and while she’d wanted to see them, she would be with them again soon. Lexis lifted her hand to scratch her head but stopped herself just in time. She was healing and the stitches were driving her crazy by itching all the time. She couldn’t wait to have them removed in a few days from now. She was going to have to call a doctor and set up an appointment. Maybe her men could suggest a medical professional they trusted.
She was dreading the lineup, but she’d have one of her guys by her side, and the criminals wouldn’t be able to see her. She was going to point them out after she heard their voices and make sure they were charged for their crimes.
She just hoped that the evil bastard who’d killed her sister would get his comeuppance, too. Hopefully, after going through some mugshots, she’d be able to point the asshole out, as well.
Pushing her thoughts aside, Lexis poured herself a cup of coffee and set about making herself a piece of toast. She couldn’t believe how long she’d slept. It was just after ten in the morning. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept for more than six hours, let alone over twelve, and figured she must have been more tired than she realized. Of course, all that mind-blowing sex yesterday had worn her out.
She’d just finished buttering her toast when she heard a sound behind her and turned with a smile on her face, but in the next instant pain pierced her skull and deep into her brain. Her vision blurred and darkened just before her knees buckled under her and she fell to the floor. She was unconscious before she hit the ground.
* * * *
Jacob had spent the weekend trailing the dead slut’s sister and the three men she was hanging out with. He’d made sure to keep his distance, keeping three to four vehicles between his own and the black truck he’d become familiar with. When they’d all driven up a long driveway toward a mansion, he’d been tempted to follow but had continued up the road until there was no more traffic about, turned back around, and parked behind a line of trees on the verge of the street. He’d spent nearly four hours sweating his ass off sitting in his rental truck waiting for the fuckers to come back out. He suspected they were attending a party when he saw all the other vehicles parked up near the house. He’d thought about walking up the drive since the gates had been wide open but had changed his mind when another car had turned onto the paved road leading to the huge house.
It had been nearly six in the evening when people began to leave, but what had made him sit up and take notice was some of the kinky outfits he’d seen some of the women wearing. At first, he’d thought that it was some sort of private club but had changed his hypothesis to a costume party since there had been no signs indicating it was a place of business.
He’d followed the three men and the bitch back to their house with the nicely landscaped gardens, and after making sure the coast was clear, he’d parked at the end of the dead-end street where thankfully there was only a vacant block of land with a for sale sign on it. He’d kept his eyes wide open as he jogged back toward the other property, ready to duck behind a large tree trunk or a hedge in case someone looked out their windows, but all the blinds and curtains had been drawn.
He’d kept to the shadows as the sun set and darkness shrouded the street as he made his way up the driveway toward the house. When he’d seen one of the men near what appeared to be the living room window, he’d ducked out of sight behind a large shrub, holding his breath. Thankfully, after a few minutes with no one shouting, he peeked out and smiled. The oblivious asshole had pulled down the blinds, giving him the opportunity to scope things out without being seen.
Jacob hadn’t found any circumspect way into the house and had turned to head back to his truck and the motel when he’d spotted a window that was slightly ajar. He rubbed his hands together as he hurried toward his vehicle. He’d retrieved his knife from the sheath at his ankle as he’d reconnoitered around the house but put it away again so both of his hands were free, before pulling the leg of his jeans back down to conceal his blade.
He had his way into the house and wasn’t about to miss the unexpected opportunity.
After locking his truck and pocketing his keys, he’d crept back to the house and slowly, carefully removed the flyscreen and held his breath as he pushed the window up. Luckily for him, the house was a single story. He’d kept hold of the flyscreen, straddled the window, and after gazing about, lifted his other leg inside. Replacing the screen and closing the window again, Jacob had tiptoed about the office until he’d found the perfect hiding spot. There was a two door storage closet in the room, and while it was going to be a cramped fit, he would endure the small space all night and all day if he had to.
The hours had ticked by slowly, and his body protested the way he remained curled up on the floor of the cupboard, but he’d endure anything to get what he wanted.
He listened to the rumble of the men’s voices as they talked even if he couldn’t hear what they were saying. He held his breath when the three pairs of footsteps passed the open door to the study, and then everything was quiet.
Jacob remained alert and vigilant all night long. He’d been on the verge of dozing when he heard movement.
Showers ran, electric razors buzzed, and the men’s voices penetrated the morning quiet. His eyes were burning and gritty from lack of sleep, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was having some fun before he took out the slut.
He didn’t know how much time had passed by when he heard the snick of the front door closing, followed by the sound of two vehicles starting. Another hour ticked by, but all was quiet on the home front.
Jacob slowly eased the door to the closet open, biting his lip to stifle a groan of pain as he straightened his legs, stretching out his stiff muscles, and then he shimmied out of the cupboard. He wandered the house, knife in hand once more, ready to strike if need be, but it was empty, all except the bedroom at the end of the hallway. The bitch was curled up in bed sound asleep, totally unaware of her peril.
He crept into an empty bedroom, using the facilities and washing his hands before splashing water over his face. When that didn’t help with the exhaustion beating him down, Jacob decided to make use of the bed. He was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. When he took the bitch out he wanted, needed, to be fully alert. The last thing he wanted was her fighting him off and getting away.
After listening to make sure the cunt wasn’t awake yet, he closed the door to what appeared to be a spare bedroom, crawled onto the bed, and sighed as the comfortable mattress cradled his aching body.
He was sound asleep moments later.
* * * *
Jacob jerked awake, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he gazed about then sighed with relief when he remembered where he was. The door to the bedroom was still closed, so his presence was still unknown. He tilted his head when he heard a slight noise and silently rolled to his feet. Opening the door, peering out, and finding the coast clear caused him to sigh.
Quietly closing the door again, he used the bathroom but didn’t flush since he didn’t want to alert the slut that he was in the house. He rummaged in the vanity, finding a toothbrush and toothpaste and brushed his teeth, then he dumped the items in the small trash can in the corner. Leaving the bathroom, he searched the closet for another weapon just in case he needed it and almost chuckled when he found an aluminum baseball bat and grabbed it.
He wasn’t going to give the slut a chance to fight him and get away.
Jacob was going to knock her senseless, and then he would tie her up, get his truck, and come back for his quarry.
He’d been anticipating this day for over two years and it was finally here. His cock was so hard it was throbbing. He rubbed his dick through his jeans, creeping toward the bedroom door with the baseball bat in hand.
His goal was about to be fulfilled.
The slut wouldn’t know what hit her.
After opening the door, he walked quietly along the tile floor, the aroma of toast drifting on the air. He moved through the living room on tiptoes, his mouth open and his breathing shallow so she wouldn’t hear him coming.
She was standing in the kitchen with her back to him sipping on a mug of coffee as she stared at the toaster as if willing it to hurry up.
Jacob crept closer and closer, raising the bat in the air. Just before he slammed the bat over her head she started to turn, but she was too late. The aluminum bat made a clunking sound as it connected with her skull. Her scalp split and blood started pouring from the deep, long wound. He lifted the bat, about to hit her again when she didn’t immediately go down, but then she began to sway and her knees buckled. She hit the floor on her side with a thud, and he smiled. He’d been careful not to whack her too hard in the head so he didn’t kill her, but just enough to do some damage and knock her out. He’d had plenty of practice wielding hard objects to render his victims unconscious. The first couple of women had paid the ultimate price when he’d hit them too hard, but he’d learned.