Savage Savior (Savage People Book 3)

by Charleigh Rose

  Silence fell in the room. Cole stopped fucking me. He was still inside me when he moved a piece of my raven black hair aside and kissed my neck gently. Carter stared at Cole’s back, waiting. I was waiting, too. We were both waiting to see what he’d say.

  Slowly, Cole pulled out of my pussy, inch by inch, a smirk tugging at his perfect lips as he watched his enormous cock pulling out of me, glistening with my juices. He moved sideways and released me from the shower rod.

  “I’ll take the back. You take the front,” Cole said, pointing at Carter, whose eyes widened. “Don’t disappoint my girl. It’s her wedding gift. Do not screw it up.”

  Carter entered the bathroom, at first gingerly, before closing the door behind him. And here I was. In the shower. With two muscular, gorgeous men who wanted to pleasure me. And I knew for a fact at least one of them knew how. I walked over to Carter and tugged at the hem of his black V-neck shirt.

  “Can I?” I asked. He nodded silently, but his eyes were still on Cole who stood behind me. I lifted his shirt and tossed it aside, then undid the buttons of his pants, all whilst I was stark naked. When he was down to his boxers, I straightened my spine and stilled. We stood in front of one another silently.

  “Touch me anywhere you’d like,” I told him.

  “Anywhere?” His throat bobbed with a swallow. I nodded.

  “Anywhere. And anyhow you want it. Be rough. Be gentle. Be whatever the fuck you wanna be, Carter.”

  His eyes moved again to Cole, who growled behind me, “Fucking touch her. She’s practically begging for it. I’d be angry if you didn’t.”

  Carter slowly raised his hand, placing his palm over my boob and squeezing it awkwardly. I suppressed a chuckle.

  “That’s what you like?”

  He nodded. “You have nice boobs.”

  God, he sounded so innocent. Like a child almost. Sweet Carter.

  “Suck on them then,” I said without blinking. “I love how your warm hand feels on them. Suck on my tits, Carter.”

  This time Carter didn’t need Cole’s okay. He knew he had it. He raised me slowly and sat me on the sink, his head buried into my neck as he placed his hot mouth on my right nipple and sucked hard. I moaned, raking my fingers through his skull. His hair was so soft, softer than Cole’s, and I immediately spread my legs, arching my back and rubbing myself against his erection that was still covered by his boxers.

  Carter’s tongue drew circles around my tight nipple before he bit it softly, then grazed his teeth over it in a delicious way before moving to the next nipple, peppering my hot skin with kisses all throughout. I grinded my ass over the sink, begging for more, when I heard Cole from across the room tell him, “Finger her.”

  Carter stopped what he was doing, but then Cole repeated, “Jade likes it when I finger fuck her and suck on her tits. Right, Butterfly?”

  I nodded. Carter groaned in excitement and shoved three fingers all at once into me. It wasn’t too painful, seeing as I’d just fucked Cole, but I felt like a polite instruction would do him good.

  “I love it so much, baby, your fingers in my cunt. Next time, start with one and work your way from there, okay?” I bit on his earlobe as I hugged his broad, tan shoulders.

  “Okay. Thanks, Jade.”

  He thrust his fingers into me, and I heard the succulent sound of my pussy as it greedily asked for more of him. I was close to the edge; all I needed was one last push.

  “Touch my clit,” I moaned, desperate. Carter sucked on my nipples until they were sore and raw, and I felt my thighs quivering against him.

  “I’m not sure… ” He fumbled between my lips. His tone was desperate. In a second, Cole was there, taking Carter’s hand and placing it on my sensitive nub.

  “There it is. Right there. What you wanna do, bro, is open the lips with your thumbs, like this,” he instructed by carefully opening my sex, “then press your finger into it and rub in circles. Sometimes up and down. You can pinch. You can squeeze. You can do whatever the fuck you want. But you gotta pay attention to this part because this is the red button. The atomic bomb. The thing that sets them off. Right, Butterfly?”

  “Right,” I moaned.

  Carter started rubbing my clit while sucking on my nipples, but then Cole was already there, so he started kissing me hungrily, like a madman.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming,” I chanted over and over again as I felt the pressure building inside me was too much. I exploded on Carter’s finger on a scream, and he pushed his tongue into my mouth, kissing me hard and desperate, completely ignoring the fact Cole was inches from him, sucking on my neck. My head fell to Carter’s shoulder, but before I had time to collect myself, Carter pulled me back into a standing position, and I stumbled into his body. He released his cock from his boxers and kicked them to the floor. His cock was white, veiny, and thick. The first uncut cock I’d ever seen. It looked intimidating and just as hungry for me as I was for him. I grabbed it immediately, eager to feel it in my mouth. This wasn’t strictly a part of his lesson, but hey, even the teacher can have a little fun, right?

  “Would you like me to put it in my mouth?” I asked him. His eyes never left mine. He nodded gravely.

  “That’d be grand,” he said in his thick Irish accent, and I laughed. I bent over, awfully aware to the fact that my man, Cole, needed some fun time as well, and sucked on Carter’s dick while giving Cole access to my ass. Cole sighed and dropped to his knees, pressing his face against my ass and spreading my cheeks wide open.

  “Not all girls like rimming,” I heard Cole say as I slurped on Carter’s delicious cock. My legs were shaky from my orgasm and the adrenaline flowing through me. My pussy burned with Carter’s attention, and my tits felt like they’d been played with all month. These men were deliciously horny for me, and I was going to fuck them until tomorrow morning. Hard. “But those who do, really love it. But rimming is not like fucking, Carter, bro. You don’t rim just any girl. Only the girls you know are super neat and tidy down there. I love Jade’s ass. It tastes too sweet. So when I lick her crack, I like starting with circles.” He stopped talking as I felt his warm tongue circling around my asshole. It felt like heaven. Warm and wet and teasing, sending small shivers along my spine. I played with Carter’s balls with one hand while I sucked his dick so hard, he squeezed his eyes shut and pulled my hair to bring me closer, begging for me to take him all the way in. I gagged a little but complied. After a minute or two of Cole licking my behind, he continued talking. “Then, after her sweet hole is wet, you wanna suck and nibble on it, tease, but never push your tongue all the way in unless given verbal permission. Butterfly, do you like it when I shove my tongue into your hole?”

  “Hmmm,” I answered, my mouth still on Carter’s cock. It was a yes, and Cole knew it, because we were notorious for our anal play. I swear we spent most of our Saturdays licking each other’s asses until our tongues were dry.

  “I’m about to come,” Carter whispered, his voice almost pained, and I wondered how long had it been since he came in a woman’s mouth.

  “Come in my mouth, Carter.”

  “Oh, feck, Jade,” he groaned and emptied his cock inside my mouth. I licked my way up his belly button and chest, my lips dripping with his delicious, salty, and hot cum, and kissed him. Our tongues danced together, and he tasted himself on my mouth and made a happy noise of contentment.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I breathed into his mouth. “How long will you need before you’re ready again?” I fisted his wet cock in my hand, squeezing both of our juices.

  “Two minutes max,” he said, breathless, cupping my pussy. “Would you like me to take your pussy or your ass, Jade?”

  I laughed, throwing my head back and meeting Cole’s steel chest. He was already up, clasping me from behind. His cock rubbed against my ass while Carter was rubbing his own dick against my pussy. I was sandwiched between them, and I never wanted the moment to end. It was the best thing that had ever happened to me. A part o
f me wanted to call Dahl right then and there and tell her what I was doing.

  “I want you to fuck my pussy.” I bit his chin and licked my way down his neck. “I want Cole to fuck me in the ass,” I continued and heard my future husband moan in pleasure behind me as he continued grinding his cock against my behind. “Then I want both of your cum to mix in my pussy and for the both of you to lick me clean. You think you can do that for me, boys?”

  “I can,” Carter said in all seriousness. “I’d fucking love for that to happen. Cole?”

  “Only for you, Jade.” he said. “I’d lick someone else’s cum, but only for you.”

  I felt Carter getting hard again against my stomach, and luckily, he and Cole were about the same height, with Carter being slightly shorter than my fiancé’s six four. Carter pulled me up so that my legs hugged his waist, stumbling back to balance himself against the tiles of the bathroom, and slid his cock into my juicy cunt with no problem. Warmth filled me, and before I knew it, Cole entered me from behind.

  I felt full. So fucking full. With Cole filling my ass and Carter in my pussy.

  “Yes, oh my God, yes. Yes. You both feel so good inside me, thank you,” I screamed shamelessly. They both started fucking me at the same time, and every time one of them pulled out of me, the other countered by thrusting in me himself. It was painfully gratifying. My orgasm tickled every inch of my flesh. I screamed so loud I knew the neighbors must’ve heard. I didn’t care. Carter looked like perfection itself as he relearned the art of screwing a woman, his brows furrowing, giving me his best, giving me it all, while my experienced fiancé hit my ass again and again relentlessly. The orgasm, like a hurricane, threatened to rip me to shreds. My throat hurt from all the screaming, and when my climax finally washed through me, it was so strong it came in a wave after wave after wave.

  Shudder.

  It couldn’t get any better.

  Teeth chattering.

  I was ruined.

  My muscles turned into mush.

  Best. Night. Ever.

  I collapsed on the floor, dizzy and incoherent, my cheeks pink and my limbs dead with the weight and exhaustion of what I suspected were three orgasms in a row. Never in my life had I had that before. It was only when I was lying on the damp floor that I realized my pussy felt like it was full of liquid. Full of cum. I stared at my open legs and bent knees in confusion.

  “Carter, did you come?”

  I heard him from above me. “I did.”

  “I did, too,” Cole added.

  I smiled and scooted to the corner of the room, resting my head against the ceramic of the bath, trying to regulate my breaths. I opened my eyes to see Cole making his way toward me on his knees, and before he even got to me, Carter squatted down. Each of them gripped one of my legs and opened it wide. Now my cunt and my ass were fully exposed for them, cum running through both holes, dripping onto the floor. I was almost afraid of Carter’s reaction to what must’ve been his nightmare. Then again, it was his cum, too.

  Cole was the first to press his tongue against my cunt. “How do you want us to do this, Butterfly? Each of us take our turn, or we feast on you together like hungry dogs?”

  “Hungry dogs.” I blushed, and Carter nodded, moving his head into my inner thigh. Both their heads were pressed against my lower stomach as I saw them feasting on their own cum. It was beautiful. Their gorgeous hair. Their strong bodies. Their ripped, muscled backs. All I felt down there was hungry, wet tongues licking me clean, sometimes even clashing together, but they didn’t seem to care. I felt them on my clit, between my folds, and in my ass. Sometimes a tongue would dart inside, shoved deep, and sometimes there were just little puppy licks that made me want to giggle.

  Twenty minutes, they feasted on my pussy, and I came two more times.

  By the time the sun came up, I was too exhausted to peel myself off the bathroom floor.

  Still, we had to move. So reluctantly, I kissed Carter’s lips—he was still lying beside Cole and me on the floor, fast asleep and stark naked—and whispered into his mouth, “You were the second best fuck I’ve ever had after my future husband. Don’t let anyone tell you you’re less than perfect. This was the best night of my life. I will never forget it. Thank you.”

  Cole gathered up my limp body and carried us back to the room we’d share for one more night. He tossed me onto our bed, pretty much the only thing left in our room, and came down on top of me. He braced his arms on either side of my head and rubbed his nose alone the side of my face.

  “You enjoy yourself, Butterfly?” His voice was gruff, angry almost. I was in such a state of bliss that I didn’t even question it. I stretched my arms out above my head and arched my back, on the verge of falling asleep.

  “Mmm, yeah,” I practically moaned. Cole grabbed my chin and jerked my face to look at his. My eyes popped open, wondering what had gotten into him. Was he mad at me for inviting Carter to play with us? Did he regret it?

  “Good. Because that’s the first and last time I share you with anyone. Understand?” His eyebrows were scrunched together, his eyes hard, as if he actually thought he’d have to worry about anything like that. I was so fucking his.

  “How do you not see it?” I mused out loud.

  “See what?” Cole brushed my hair out of my eyes and held his palm on the top of my head.

  “That I’m so fucking in love with you. What we did with Carter was fun. It was amazing, and hopefully, we helped improve his confidence to boot. But you’re all I want. All I’ll ever want.”

  Cole’s golden eyes softened with relief.

  “That’s good, baby. Real good,” he rasped before claiming my mouth with his, like the beast he was.

  Two Months Later

  Lord help us, we were all back at Hot N’ Bothered. It was Graham’s thirty-sixth birthday, and Dahlia deemed that worthy enough for a night away from the rugrats. Cole, Carter, Quinn, and even some of Graham’s new recruits showed up. I recognized Sin, Carrick, and Stiles, the Irish recruits who Graham housed in Brooklyn in a building opposite to the one Carter had lived in. The boys were drinking like maniacs, so Quinn, Dahl, and I bailed on them and made our way to the dance floor.

  “You do realize we have about two point five seconds until one of your cavemen steals you away from this dance floor, right? Better live it up while we can!” This came from Quinn, who raised her drink in the air and started dancing next to me. God, she was a knockout. She had curves for days, but a tiny waist. She wore a tight black mini dress with long sleeves that complimented her gorgeous red hair and ivory skin. Pretty bitch.

  “If Carter doesn’t steal you first.” Dahlia giggled. Oh, crap. Dahl was drunk, which meant no one’s secrets were safe. Quinn looked completely confused by her comment, and I wiggled my finger around in a circle next to my head in the universal gesture for bat shit crazy.

  Quinn laughed and shrugged her shoulders, but I saw the blush on her cheeks, and it wasn’t makeup. If she had any idea that Carter was a little, well, obsessed with her, she didn’t want to show it, but it was apparent she had something for him.

  “’Cause, you know, he’s soooo into you, Quinny. You should hit that. He’s a good man, and I bet he’s packin’.” Dahlia was still in verbal diarrhea mode.

  Welp, now Quinn definitely knew about Carter. At that moment, I was particularly thankful that I didn’t tell a soul about that night with him and Cole. That night stayed between us, where it belonged. It was perfect and special and private. I wouldn’t do it again, not in a million years, but I will never forget the orgasms that ripped through me, the shudders of pleasure, and being filled with the cocks of two of the most gorgeous men I’d ever known.

  “It’s not like that.” Quinn looked up toward the VIP area, as if she could see him from where we were. As if she knew he’d be watching her.

  “You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed the way he watches you.” Dahlia hiccupped, adjusting her boobs in her gold bandage dress. She was still breastfeedi
ng, and one of her boobs was leaking, but I didn’t want to be the party pooper to point it out. Let her enjoy her night out. God knows she didn’t have many.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Quinn seemed defensive and agitated, panicked almost, as she downed the rest of her drink. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but she was clearly uncomfortable and didn’t want to talk about Carter at all.

  I was starting to think that Quinn wasn’t who she appeared to be. I’d noticed little things here and there, like how she always seemed to be looking over her shoulder, and how she would play the part of this sexy, funny girl, but when she thought no one was watching, her smile fell and instead, I saw a girl who was hiding. But from what? Or who? I made a mental note to ask her about it later.

  Just then, I felt huge, warm hands land on my hips. I smiled and leaned into that solid chest I knew so well and started to grind against his need for me, which was growing by the second.

  “You dance like this with every guy who approaches you, Butterfly?” Cole growled into my neck, his hot, minty breath against my skin.

  “Fuck no.” I turned to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. I wanted to climb him like a goddamn tree and set a tree house on his face.

  “Good answer,” he replied gruffly. “So…” Cole drawled, “feel like becoming a Savage next month?” He squeezed my ass cheeks and dragged me flush against him. I pulled back to look into his eyes, to gauge whether he was serious or not. He definitely was.

  “Next month?!” I shrieked.

  “Oh my God! I’m a Savage! Then Jade will be a Savage, too, and then we’ll be like sisters for real. And, oh my God, Quinn! You can marry Carter and be a Savage, too!” This drunk bitch. Quinn blushed again, and now there was no denying something was going on. I was going to put my Sherlock hat on the minute I was done with my wedding arrangements.