by Ellis Leigh
I waited until I caught his eyes on the screen, until I knew he was watching the full-frontal view of me, before I reached up to grab my breast. Fingers and thumb tweaking my nipple, I lifted and moaned, circled my hips harder, and clenched my pussy around his fingers. He grunted, his hips jerking at the same time as if unable to hold back, his hands gripping me so tight. Shaking the one between my legs in a way that made me want to scream. So good. So close. So, so close.
“Look at you, sweet girl,” he whispered into my ear, still watching my hands as I worked my breasts. “Look at what a little tease you are. I put the cameras on because I wanted you to see yourself come, but you’re taking over the show, aren’t you? Is this you trying to make me want you more? Trying to get me to the tipping point so I make you come, and then you’ll let me fuck that greedy pussy?”
I nodded, sliding down his body a bit, wanting so badly for that hand to be the hard cock against my back. Wanting to ride my stallion and see him come on the screens before us.
“Tell me, Waverley.” Quinn flicked my nipple, sending a bright shock of pain straight to my clit. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“I do. I want you to fuck me. Fuck my greedy pussy, Quinn.”
He yanked his hand from my pussy, leaving me empty for too many seconds as he tugged his sweatpants over his hips and lined us up. As he ran the head of his cock through my slit before pressing inside. Slowly. Too damn slow.
“I still want you to see yourself come, sweet girl. It’s so damn beautiful the way you surrender to your pleasure. How you embrace that side of yourself.” Quinn lay back, holding my hips so I couldn’t slide down on him. Adjusting his position so he could see the screens before us. “There we go. You want my cock, you can have it. Take it, sweet girl. Ride me hard and take what you need from me. Let me watch you get yourself off on my cock.”
Hearing those words, seeing them come from the mouth on the screen, from the dirty professor with the crooked glasses and the wild hair who peered back at me, was about as hot as anything I’d ever experienced. Without waiting for more, I sat back and down, forcing his cock deep inside me in one go. Quinn jumped and groaned, gripping my hips as I began to move. Holding on hard enough to leave fingerprint-shaped bruises, I was sure. I couldn’t wait to see them—to be marked by him. To have the evidence of his loss of control on my body.
But first, I needed to watch him come.
I started with hip rolls, letting his cock slide in and out of me with the gentle motion. That was good—Quinn groaned and grabbed me, biting his lip as he watched my body move over his. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted him to break, to come completely undone, so I shifted my legs until my feet were planted on the ground, and I bounced. Up and down, harder and faster. Never letting his cock slide out of me but coming close every time. And the cameras—they caught every second. Showed exactly how shiny his cock was from being inside my pussy, how hard and pink it looked. Showed how my pussy swallowed that thick piece of flesh on every downstroke.
Quinn cursed and thrust up into me, his eyes mostly locked on the screen before us. The one that had the best angle of his cock sliding inside me. I watched too. Both of us groaning and moving and rutting against one another as we watched his cock moving in and out of my pussy. It was so surreal—to see it and feel it at the same time. So addictive. And when he reached for the keyboard and hit a few buttons? When the camera zoomed in close enough to see my pussy juice dripping down that thick, hard cock? Indescribable. I almost came just from that image.
Almost…
It was on a hard thrust from Quinn that his glasses slipped. Something so simple hit me right in the gut, sending tingles through my pussy and throwing me over the edge of desire. The crooked frames made him look debauched, well-fucked, and wild. Exactly what I wanted him to be, and I couldn’t resist for another second. I came, squeezing his cock as my hips jerked. As my pussy swallowed him whole and wouldn’t let him go. As I chanted his name and dug my fingers deep into the muscles of his thighs.
Quinn groaned and grabbed me by the stomach, pulling me back against him as he came with me. As he shot his come inside me. As he held me in place and bit my neck before groaning against my ear.
“See what I mean? So fucking beautiful when you come.”
And I had to admit, I agreed with him. Our pleasure was a gorgeous, enticing thing. Something I couldn’t wait to watch again.
Which reminded me… “Did that record somewhere? Can I get a DVD or something?”
Quinn laughed and pulled me closer, not making a move to pull out just yet. “Come on up here anytime, and we can watch it together. Hell, we can make a hundred videos like that and put them on loop.”
Because he liked to watch. Apparently, so did I.
I leaned back and kissed his soft lips, cupping his chin. “Sounds perfect.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
“I want to show you something, sweet girl.”
I groaned from my spot sprawled on the floor in front of the beanbag. Quinn had kept his promise—he’d fucked me a few times already, filming every one. Some we watched as we were in the moment; some we didn’t. Those would be fun for later. To see me riding him again, facing him as he sucked on my nipples. To watch his expression change as I took him deep into my throat and groaned around him. To witness the way he lost complete control and slammed into me as he had me on my knees before him. All would be a treat to watch.
Just not yet—I’d never been so exhausted by sex.
“If you want to show me one of our sex tapes, I’m going to have to say not right now. I’m too tired for another round.”
Quinn’s body covered mine, his hand running up my thigh as he leaned over and licked my neck. “Did I wear out this perfect little pussy?”
I shivered, unable not to respond to him. “Yes. You wore me out completely. Though, if you want more of me riding your face, I might be able to be talked into it.”
His laugh warmed my heart, and his hands lifting me up to put me in his lap brought more comfort than I’d ever thought possible. Sex with Quinn was wild and crazy, but it was fun too. Easy. And he was a snuggler. That was an amazing bonus. I liked being wrapped in his arms or lying across his chest. Liked the physical connection. And he obviously did as well, because he took advantage of every opportunity to touch me, to feel my weight on him, to be flesh-to-flesh. Maybe all that time in front of screens had left him a bit disconnected, because now that he had me with him, he couldn’t stop touching me.
A fact that didn’t bother me in the least.
“Here,” Quinn said, shifting me on his lap and reaching for the keyboard again. Just like the first time. “Look at this with me.”
One screen changed to a video, an overhead view of the farm. It zoomed in as I watched, focusing on the driveway between the house and the barn. Suddenly, a person appeared in the bottom of the frame, coming from the house and heading toward the big doors of the barn. No, not just a person. Me.
“You went outside yesterday all by yourself.”
Such a normal, everyday thing to do. It actually took me a second to remember. “I’d wanted to shift and run for a few minutes. My fox gets antsy when we’re stuck inside too long.”
“I know, sweet girl. But until we catch this Scott-Chance fucker, I don’t want to see this again. If you go out, one of us goes with you. No matter what.”
“Quinn, that’s—”
“Excessive?” He brought his lips to my ear, dropping his hands to my thighs to hold on to me with a grip just this side of painful. “Do you have any idea what it would do to us to see you hurt? It would kill us. We’ll give you as much privacy and alone time as we can, but we can’t let anything happen to you. We want you safe with us—we’ve waited so long for you, little fox.”
I had no argument for that. No fight. They wanted me safe, and I wanted the same thing for them. For all of us to be secure and happy and mated together, without some threat from my past. I didn’t like being control
led, but I couldn’t intentionally do anything to upset my guys. So I nodded, and I snuggled closer to him. And I breathed him in as he finally turned off all the monitors.
“If that’s settled, I think we should head downstairs,” he said. “It’s lunchtime, and my mate needs nourishment.”
“Pretty sure you nourished me not too long ago.”
He chuckled, his chest rumbling. “Did you just make a dick-sucking joke?”
“Technically, I made a swallowing-come joke. But similar.”
“Fuck, I love you.” He placed a big, wet, sloppy kiss on my shoulder. “C’mon, sweet girl. Let me feed you something other than my cock this time.”
We made it to the kitchen just as Matthew and Tripp came in from outside. Both shirtless and sweaty, with rumpled hair and reddened cheeks. Delicious.
“You missed a hell of a game of one-on-one football, bunny.” Matthew grabbed me away from Quinn, pulling me against his sweaty, muscled chest and bending me backward so he could kiss me deep. I loved the feel of his tongue in my mouth, loved the idea of watching him and Tripp play football—preferably naked—even more.
“Next time, I want to watch,” I whispered when he finally released my mouth.
“Sounds like Quinn’s rubbing off on you.”
My smile was unstoppable. “Maybe so.”
Matthew’s blue eyes sparkled, the little deviant in him close enough to the surface to call to my own. “Hmmm. That could be a fun kink to play with the next time you’re in my bed.”
Before I could answer him, Tripp yanked me away and tucked me against his big, beefy body. “I get her next, jackass.”
“Yes, but I have her now.” Quinn tugged on my arm, staring down Tripp until he finally released me. There was no anger, though. No jealousy. This was just good-natured fighting over the one toy they all wanted to play with. Me. And I liked every single second of it.
“Let me feed you boys.” I headed for the refrigerator. “Sandwiches okay? I can make them with the leftover fried chicken from the other night.”
Tripp groaned, sounding almost pained. “Damn, that sounds good. And I get to watch your ass shake while you make them. Win-win, doll.”
I shot him a smile over my shoulder and got to work. As the boys talked about their perimeter walks, the camera system they were upgrading, and planned out how they’d handle the overnight duties coming up, I made them lunch. Making sure to swing my ass and hum just for Tripp. He seemed to enjoy the show, groaning and clapping whenever I got a little more into the moves. Matthew just shook his head while Quinn sat back with a satisfied smirk on his face. Three of my boys, together. I loved it.
Sandwiches made and sides of coleslaw and potato salad in pretty serving dishes, I headed back to the table to serve them.
“Where’s yours?” Quinn asked, frowning down at his own plate when I didn’t set one in front of my seat next to him. “You have to eat lunch too.”
“I’m grabbing it right now.” I headed back to the refrigerator and pulled out the pastry box Matthew had gotten me, grabbing the last two treats from inside. I grinned as I made my way back to the table, unable to hold back my excitement over my lunch.
“Pastries?” Tripp looked adorably confused. “You only want sugar for lunch?”
“Yes.” I took a bite, moaning, licking the crumbs of sweet, soft goodness off my fork as the guys all watched.
Tripp finally shook his head. “Well fuck, doll. If you’re going to make sounds like that, I’ll feed you junk food all day.”
“And I would thank you for it. With every inch of my body.” I shot him a wink before going back to my lunch. So sweet, so delicious. So perfect. After a day of heavy activity, I needed the sugar rush.
Quinn leaned closer, grabbing my hand so I couldn’t bring another forkful to my mouth. “Can I have a taste?”
I nodded, trying to move my hand, but he held me still and leaned a little closer. I licked my lips and smiled, knowing what he wanted. Ready for it. He kissed me deeply, slipping his tongue inside to tangle with mine. Stroking in a way that was a promise for things to come.
“Sweet,” he said when he finally pulled away and licked his lips. “Not as sweet as you riding my face, but sweet all the same.”
Something warm and right exploded within me, something that had my eyes tearing up and a smile brightening my face. Quinn tilted his head, watching me with curiosity.
“What are you thinking, sweet girl?”
I shrugged, glancing at Matthew then Tripp, my smile broadening. “I’m happy. I…there’s nothing else. I’m just really happy here.”
All three men grinned, and Quinn pulled me into a hug and kissed the top of my head.
“Good. But we’re not done with you yet. Not by a long shot.”
“Not ever,” Matthew added, raising his glass of sweet tea in my direction.
“Yeah. You’re stuck with us now, doll. Better get used to it.” Tripp laughed, shooting me a wink before diving back into his food. The room dissolved into conversation and laughter, all four of us enjoying a meal together. And as the others joined us—as the group around the table expanded to include all seven of my stallions and I had to move to sit on Quinn’s lap to give them each a place to sit and eat—the happiness within me grew.
This was a dream life. One I refused to give up. Chance could come for me, but I wouldn’t be afraid. I would fight to the death to protect what I’d found.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Quinn and I spent the rest of the day holed up in his attic room, playing video games and basically hiding from the world. I’d been right about him—he was a snuggler. A cuddly, needy, tactile sort of person. If we were sitting beside each other, he would tangle our legs together. If I had to leave him for something—bathroom breaks, running downstairs to grab snacks or drinks—when I came back, he would immediately pull me into his lap as if he needed to reconnect. I liked it. A lot.
What I didn’t like was him falling asleep practically on top of me. I could hardly move under his weight, and breathing had become more difficult than I cared to let it be. But my lovely Quinn slept so peacefully, I hated to disturb him. Still, I needed up.
It took me several long minutes to untangle myself from his hold, to slide myself out from under his heavy body. It didn’t help that he kept reaching for me, tugging me closer even in his sleep.
Eventually, I escaped his hold and rose to my feet, staring down at him. Pink cheeks, messy hair, eyes closed in sleep. Still so handsome, even without the glasses.
“You should have been an octopus shifter, not a stallion.”
Quinn slept on, so I headed for the stairs and the kitchen. I needed sweet tea and a cookie or two. Something to give me a little boost since I had a feeling it would be a late night with my nerdy professor. In fact, I had a feeling that was his job—to keep me occupied while my other stallions were off doing other things. Dangerous things. I hated that but was quickly coming to accept their concern and willingness to fight for me. I’d fight for them, too.
I was eyeing the contents of the refrigerator—wondering if I could get away with baking a cake just for me—when the back door opened. Tripp came storming inside, his eyes hard and his expression fierce. Ready for a fight. I stumbled back a step, almost afraid. The Tripp I knew was a jokester, the playful, sporty one. Not this…animal.
Tripp froze, staring at me, his expression changing from one of pure malice to something softer. Something with more of his trademark smile.
“My turn yet, doll?” His lips kicked up a notch, my All-American jock back in place.
“Not until tomorrow.” I turned away, unable to reconcile the mean with the kind. The fighter with the friend. It was all too much, too fast. Too…confusing.
But Tripp didn’t let me hide from him for long. He pressed against my back, wedging me between his big body and the counter, letting his hand brush my breast as he leaned in close. “You sure you want to wait?”
Flirting. I could handle f
lirting.
“Would you like it if I left your bed early to go be with someone else?” I sighed as he tweaked my nipple, unable to stop the shiver that swept up my body.
“Point taken. But Quinn’s not here, so I’m allowed to play. Yes?”
I didn’t get to answer him—though I was pretty damn sure I was going to say yes—because Quinn came stomping down the stairs. His hair was one big, wild nest, his clothes completely rumpled. And his glasses. They sat crooked again as if he’d thrown them on as an afterthought. My naughty professor before me, the sexy college quarterback behind me. The best of both worlds.
“Hey, sweet girl.” Quinn leaned across the counter to place a kiss on my cheek. “Meathead here bothering you?”
Tripp gave my breast one final tweak before stepping back, resting his hip against the counter and looking like the cocky man I knew him to be. “Ha-ha-ha, fucker. Must be nice to be able to have a real girl instead of just watching all that hentai porn shit you usually jack off to.”
Quinn smiled. “It is, yeah. And you don’t get to find out how nice until tomorrow.”
He grabbed my hand and dragged me toward the stairs. But something Tripp had said kept bouncing around in my mind. Something intriguing. Titillating. I tugged Quinn to a stop before we reached the top of the stairs, cocking my head when he turned and gave me a questioning look.
“You watch hentai porn?”
He froze, staring down at me with the most shocked expression on his face. “Well, yeah. I do.”
I passed him on the stairs, stopping when my face was level with his. When I could lean in and whisper against his lips. “Why haven’t we watched any together?”
Shock changed to wonder. “Fucking perfect for us.”
And then he yanked me the rest of the way up the stairs and dragged me toward his wall of monitors.
Chapter Twenty-Four