“Better?” he asked.
She reached up and cupped his cheek. “Better.”
He pressed his lips to hers as Pisces leaned closer and kissed her bare shoulder. Finlin deepened the kiss, and she moaned, allowed them to both to explore her at the same time. He gripped her hip and thigh, pulled her closer to the edge of the counter, and ran his palm up and down her thigh as they kissed. His brother slid his hand under her top to her breast while he pulled the strap down and exposed her other breast. She moaned, pulling from Finlin’s mouth, and Finlin saw Pisces suckling her breast and tugging on her nipple.
“Pisces. Oh God please. Oh,” she moaned.
Finlin cupped her cheek. “Let go, baby. You look so hot when you come. So beautiful.” He kissed her again. Then he pulled back.
“Get this off. Let my brother have a taste,” Pisces said and started lifting her top up over her head, and when her full breast came into sight, Finlin couldn’t resist.
He lowered down, cupped one, and then began to feast. Pisces did the same to her other breast as she moaned and hissed every time they tugged on her nipples. She grabbed onto both of them and then moaned louder and then tightened up.
“Oh God. Oh. Another one? Oh,” she exclaimed, and it shocked Finlin. He pulled from her breast and then looked at Pisces. They were both squinting. Could it be?
Finlin cupped her cheeks as she panted for breath. She looked like a damn angel.
“Baby, have you had many lovers?” he asked her, and she shook her head and then swallowed and seemed to be trying to pull herself together. She went to reach for her tank top.
“Wait, Thylane, how many lovers have you had?” Pisces asked.
Her eyes darted from him to Finlin.
“She’s a virgin,” Stack said from the doorway, and Rusty was there, too. Her eyes welled up, but then she straightened out her shoulders and went to reach for her top, but Pisces wouldn’t let her. He pulled her up into his arms and hugged her tight.
“You’re incredible. Holy shit. Incredible.”
She locked gazes with Finlin, whose heart was racing and his mind spinning wondering what they were going to do. He reached out, unable to resist touching her and needing her close.
He caressed her hair.
“We’ll slow things down. Take our time. There’s no rush, Thylane. No rush at all,” Finlin said, and he didn’t know how he felt about this. Thylane was a virgin. She’d never had sex before. Holy fucking shit.
* * * *
Thylane felt high-strung as well as exhausted. Finlin carried her out of the bathroom downstairs and then upstairs to a bedroom. His, she believed, with Rusty and Pisces in tow, but not Stack. Stack’s expression since realizing she was a virgin was different. She could totally see a change in him. She wasn’t sure if he was upset at the knowledge, disappointed maybe because Finlin said they would slow things down, or maybe he was angry. She just couldn’t figure it out, but as Finlin placed her onto the bed, she covered her breasts and rolled to the side. He reached out and stroked her shoulder. Stared down at her looking so big and masculine in this small space, and especially as she lay there in only her boy short panties.
Pisces brought over her tank top, and she sat up and let her long hair fall over her breasts to somewhat cover them, hoping they didn’t see how aroused she was. She got it on, and then Pisces caressed her thigh up and down.
“We need to go downstairs and make some plans, to go over things.”
They were leaving her. They were turned off by her lack of experience because these men had so much experience with sex, with women.
“Things I can’t know about, even though somehow I could be in danger?” she asked them, but it wasn’t only because she wanted to know who Donnelly really was but also wanted them close. She felt safe with one of them here, never mind all of them.
Rusty stood in the doorway and stared at her. Pisces caressed her thigh to her ankle and wrapped his hand so easily around it she felt both turned on and scared. He was big. His hands, his hard, callused fingers thick and long, locked around her ankle and then released it and stroked up her leg again. It was too much. She felt too much.
She had to gain some control here.
“Tell me why Donnelly, Yorkshire, is so dangerous. Who is he really?” she asked.
Finlin squinted at her and then took a seat on the bed. She lifted up and held his gaze.
“For years he’s been involved in international terrorism, claiming to fight for the rights of his people with the IRA as his stage, but truthfully, behind the scenes, he’s an evil, dangerous manipulator. He’s been involved, connected to many terrorist attacks in Europe from car bombings to execution-style murders. More recently bringing ammunition, artillery into the hands of whoever is willing to pay the most. He doesn’t care about any cause or any liberation army.”
She felt her body shaking. “He gave me the creeps. The way he stared into my eyes and tried caressing my skin. Even the way he spoke to me put me on edge,” she whispered, trying to comprehend that she had conversations with such a monster.
Finlin reached out and caressed her hair and stroked her cheek.
“He’s very bad, Thylane. He recently was part of an attack that killed federal agents and law enforcement officials. It’s why I was asked to go undercover because the last agents who tried were identified and killed, just like McCormick was tonight. I know how to blend in.”
“But what if he realizes who you are and that you identified him? Or he somehow finds me and finds us together and learns who you guys are? He could kill all of you if he’s that crazy.”
Pisces stroked her thigh, and Rusty joined them in the room on the bed as he sat behind her.
“We won’t let him near you. Hopefully this will be resolved by Saturday, when Yorkshire is scheduled to meet with Hopper.”
“How do you know this?” she asked him.
“A friend, but it isn’t for you to worry about. You know a little bit about Sons of Justice, that we’re all well trained in some of the most unconventional ways but also in ways that make us elite. We’ll do everything in our power to protect you, and that’s why we need to make plans, to organize our information and find out from the agents what their next steps are and from our commanders what our next steps should be putting your safety as priority.”
“But, Finlin, I don’t want anything to happen to any of you, and what about my family, my friends?”
“We’ll take care of it. Your family will be fine,” Pisces said and stroked her calf.
“We can have Cesar contact men he can trust to watch over her father and cousins for the time being,” Rusty said from behind her.
She glanced at him and then lowered down to her back so she could look at all three of them. They were so handsome and capable. All her thoughts about them from before tonight were non-existent, especially as they touched her, kissed her, and feasted on her breasts. She felt numb with desire and this attraction but wondered if it were from the danger she was in and the craziness of the situation, especially with the agents involved. This was a federal investigation. It brought back the fears from her past, from the abduction and hostage situation.
“The agents are going to find out about my past, about the hostage situation and my uncle’s dealings with Hopper. They’ll think I’m involved in this somehow. I know they will.”
“You don’t know that,” Rusty said and adjusted his position, lying on his side and sliding his palm along her belly.
She stared up into his deep hazel eyes. “Rusty, the agents were going to storm into the house to kill Logan and Connor, and they didn’t care if Lauren and I died, too.”
He clenched his teeth, and Pisces exhaled.
“We’re involved in this now. Tomorrow we’ll sit down and go over the details of that situation you were in. We’ll know what the next steps are that the agents will take, and one of us will accompany you to that meeting with the agents,” Pisces said.
“I’m not afra
id of them, Pisces,” she stated firmly, feeling like she needed to prove her strength to him, to them, because they were so capable. They were soldiers, and this was definitely a dangerous situation, especially for Finlin.
“You should be,” he said, adjusting his position on the bed and crawling up between her legs.
Finlin stood up.
“Watch over her while I take care of some things,” Finlin said and held her gaze.
“With pleasure,” Pisces whispered and slowly pushed her top up and began to kiss her belly.
Finlin stroked her hair from her cheek, leaned down, and kissed her tenderly. When he pulled back, he gave her a firm nod. “Submit fully to us, Thylane, so we can protect, and keep you safe,” he said and then walked from the room.
Pisces slid his palms up under her shirt.
“Pisces.”
“Slow. You need to get used to all of our touches and to learn to trust us.” He pushed her top up, and when she lifted her arms, he stroked them, bringing up the tank top and then restraining her wrists with the material. Her lips parted, her breasts fully exposed to him and Rusty.
“Oh God,” she whispered, and he looked at Rusty.
“Just a little exploring as we tuck her into bed for the night,” he whispered and then lowered down to kiss her lips, her chin, and neck as Rusty pulled off his shirt, revealing muscles galore and scars along his chest, on his side indicating his battle wounds.
She felt like her heart skipped a beat. Pisces’s mouth moved farther down to her breast as he released her wrists, only for Rusty to lean over and grip them with one hand, his scent, his cologne attacking her senses, and with her lips so close to his skin, she could stick out her tongue and take a taste. As fingers began to push down her panties, and Pisces’s mouth suckled against her groin, she tightened up and lifted her chin.
“Pisces.”
Her lips touched Rusty’s skin, and she tilted higher, kissed his muscles, and he tightened up and moaned. Actually moaned from her lips touching his skin. An encouraging reaction that suddenly had her relaxing until she felt her panties being pulled completely off and then a mouth on her cunt.
“Oh God, Pisces.”
Rusty lifted up. “Taste me. Put your lips on me, baby. Let go and let us pleasure you,” he said to her, his nipple and pectoral muscles within reach of her mouth.
The sensation in her cunt was making her moan, and then a finger slid into her pussy just as she opened her mouth and suckled on Rusty’s nipple. He gripped her wrists, and the material there was snug, and she lifted her torso and moaned against his nipple.
“Tug on it, pull hard. I like that.”
She felt aroused, capable, as she tugged slightly, unknowingly, until his moans deepened and she felt the hardness of his cock against her side. He was super large, hard as steel, like his body. She tugged harder, and he lifted up.
“So fucking delicious. Rusty, you need to taste her. She’s coming like a faucet,” Pisces said and then slid a second finger into her cunt and thrust a little faster.
“Oh,” she moaned out, tilting her head back, only for Rusty to now lower his mouth to her breasts and tug and tease her nipple like she’d done to him. She liked it, a lot, as he tugged harder and made her gasp a high-pitched sound. Simultaneously, Pisces lifted her legs over his shoulders as he lowered completely to his chest and licked her from cunt to asshole, making her cry out a release and come.
Rusty pulled his mouth from her breast, lifted up, and covered her mouth, kissing her tenderly. That kiss grew deeper, more erotic as they battled with their tongues for control and to taste more of one another.
“Taste her. She’s incredible,” Pisces said and eased from between her legs.
Rusty rolled over her slightly, crushing her body as he remained restraining her wrists but then lowered down, holding her gaze, his intense expression and sexy muscles filling her sight. She felt sexy, desirable, and turned on. She wanted to have sex with them. With all of them, even though Finlin wasn’t right here and Stack had disappeared. There were things to work out, discussions to be had, but right now with them kissing her, arousing her, nothing else existed but their scent and the feel of them so close.
He slid down, and she remained with her arms above her head, thinking they would like that, the submission Finlin had asked for earlier.
“Good girls get rewarded,” Pisces said, coming back up onto the bed next to her just as Rusty lowered down to her pussy, spread her thighs over his shoulders, and licked her from cunt to anus, back and forth.
She closed her eyes, tilted her torso, and felt her pussy leak. He moaned against her mound, and Pisces gripped her wrists and lowered over her mouth.
“Taste yourself on me. How delicious you are.” He kissed her, plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she indeed taste her cream, her scent combined with his. She moaned and felt her nipples harden, her pussy clench. Then Pisces hand slid down over her breast as Rusty pulled his mouth from her cunt.
“So fucking tasty, my God, ain’t nothing like a virgin pussy,” he said, and she felt her cheeks heat, but before she could comment, Pisces slid his fingers right into her cunt as Rusty lifted up.
“Stroke her good, Pisces, then let her taste how fucking delicious she is,” Rusty said, and Pisces thrust his fingers into her cunt and looked at her. The intensity, the arousal in his eyes was too much. She looked away. “Eyes on me,” he ordered, and she immediately looked at him, eyes wide, pussy clenching his finger.
“That’s a good girl. You’re so turned on right now, aren’t you?” he asked, stroking, thrusting fingers into her cunt as Rusty caressed her thighs and her hips.
“Yessss,” she hissed and almost closed her eyes but then refocused on him, making Pisces grin.
“That’s right. You’re so responsive and obedient. That’s a good thing, baby. It’s how it will be with us as our lover, our woman.” He pulled his fingers from her cunt and brought them to her lips.
She felt brazen, hypnotized by their ministrations and the commanding tones of their voices. She opened her mouth and suckled his fingers as he slid them in and out of her mouth. She tried pulling her hands free, suddenly wanting to touch them, too, and do some exploring of her own, but then Rusty was lifting up from between her legs, and she looked down with Pisces’s fingers in her mouth, his thumb holding her jaw and she saw Stack.
Fingers slid from her mouth. Pisces stroked her jaw.
“Isn’t she lovely, Stack?” he asked.
“You’re okay with this? You want this?” Stack asked her.
“Yes.”
He gulped, licked his lower lip, and climbed up onto the bed. He pulled his shirt off, revealing huge, thick muscles and a few scars on his body, including one long, thick, raised pink wound. Was it the one he had the night Cindy came to their place?
“Nothing happened between her and me, between any of us and Cindy. Know that,” he said, caressing her from ankles to thighs, spreading her wider.
“Oh God.” She shook. Her legs literally shook with anticipation and arousal.
“She’s delicious, Stack. A delicacy.”
“One we’re the firsts to feast on, Thylane?” he asked, raising his eyebrows up at her.
“Yes, oh God, please let me touch you. Let me—”
His slid his mouth over her cunt and plunged his tongue in and out, doing some sort of special motion with his tongue and teeth, making her gasp. Pisces released her arms, and she slid one immediately to Stack’s hair and then one to Pisces’s chest. She lifted her thighs higher, and Stack ran his palms up under her ass, lifted, and stroked her pussy and anus. She cried out another release as Rusty lowered his mouth to her breast and she gripped his hair. Then Pisces lowered to her other breast, and she felt like some sort of buffet, legs wide and over Stack’s shoulders, him lifting her up and down as he slid his tongue back and forth over pussy and ass. She was panting, moaning as they suckled harder on her nipples, and then Finlin appeared in the doorway, holding on
to the doorframe, no shirt, pants undone, watching them. She held his gaze, and as a finger slid into her cunt and another into her ass, her mouth opened and she came.
“Ohhhh!”
“Fucking beautiful,” he said.
Pisces pulled from her breast, and so did Rusty.
“Taste her, Finlin. She’s incredible,” Pisces said, and Stack pulled away from her cunt and ass, his lips glistening with her cream.
“Let him taste you next,” he ordered, but he didn’t have to. She wanted Finlin, too. She wanted more of these sensations.
Stack stepped aside, and when she looked at Finlin, his pants undone, his cock hard and the tip sticking out, she reacted. She lifted up and crawled to him just as he put a knee on the bed and squinted as if she was denying him. She pressed her mouth to his chest and ran her hands along his hips and then into his pants.
He gripped her hair. “You don’t have to. We said slow, if it’s too much.”
“No,” she said, lifting from his skin. The feel of his hard muscles, the sight of his arousal in his eyes all because he looked at her naked body and heard his team pleasuring her made her feel capable of so much. “I want to taste you. To explore each of you, too.”
He ran his fingers through her hair and then cupped her head and cheeks.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never done it but want to try. Let me please.”
“Oh fuck,” Stack said, and she glanced toward him, his hand over his cock stroking it as he watched her.
She swallowed hard. It was an instant decision. This turn of events tonight was unexpected, but she was enticed, aroused, and she slowly pushed Finlin’s pants down and then took in the sight of his thick, long cock and smelled his masculine scent. She opened her mouth and licked the tip.
“Jesus.” He hissed and swallowed hard. She looked up at him, his hands pushing her hair from her cheeks as if he desperately needed to watch her suck his cock. Her brazenness, desire, went up another notch, and as she slid her mouth over his cock, adjusting to the feel of it, hands landed on her hips from behind her.
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