by L. A. Boruff
“What’s he doing to you,” Keiji groaned.
“His cock is so big inside me,” Taichi murmured, pressing his forehead against Natasha’s back.
“Does it feel good?” She reached behind her and grabbed Maël’s ass, pushing him deeper into Taichi.
“Yes.” He began to move but sobbed. “Too much. Feels too good.”
“Let me help you.” Maël thrust. “Ah, hell. I’m not going to last.”
Natasha clung to them while they worked her into a blubbering blissed-out woman. She couldn't tell where Keiji started or where Maël ended. Their pace increased, the tingle of pleasure building in her belly grew to the point she thought she'd die before they gave her what she needed to fly.
“We’ll catch you.” Keiji turned his head again, giving her access to his neck. “Do it, hachidori. Soar for us.”
The brands on her chest began to heat once more. It spread through her body, causing her blood to hum. Maël yelped. His powerful thrusts spurned her on. She latched onto Keiji’s neck and bit down. His blood filled her mouth the second her release shot through her. Her scream was muffled by his flesh as she drank him down. Keiji gripped her ass and thrust deep then groaned. He pulsed deep within her as the wet heat filled her.
Taichi’s groans matched Maël’s as he shuddered filling her twice more before stilling. Her vampire followed as well, pushing Taichi deeper within her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she went limp against Keiji’s chest. She didn’t want to move. She was utterly spent and thoroughly satisfied.
“I don’t want to move,” she muttered, nuzzling Keiji’s neck.
“I’m not sure this will be comfortable,” Keiji said a hint of humor in his tone.
“No, suppose not.”
“I can’t feel my face,” Maël grumbled. “Is it still there?”
Taichi laughed which made him and Maël groan. “It’s still there, what about my ass?”
Maël retreated then filled Taichi. “Still there and still tight.”
“You’re all insatiable,” Natasha said, a grin splitting her lips.
“Only for you, hachidori.” Keiji kissed her. “Only you.”
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“He did the mash.”
My body moves to the music as I pour a glass of beer from the tap and continue to hum the lyrics to the famous Halloween mash. The customers smile appreciatively at the impromptu show as I move around the bar. The guys and I have already done our set for the night, but that has done nothing to stop the energy thrumming through my body.
My black spandex and tutu covered booty shakes as I move around the floor taking orders, while simultaneously admiring the amazing job Riley did at decorating the bar this year. Creepy lifelike spiderwebs cover the corners of the ceiling, while plastic creepy crawlies hang from the overhead lights. Hand carved Jack-O-Lanterns with thick white candles grace the center of every table, while Halloween themed stickers cover the windows and figurines cover the bar.
“Hey Kahl, heads up.”
I lift my head as Riley slides a shot down the bar. “Another?” I groan.
“Sorry, sweet cheeks.” Riley grins, not looking sorry at all. “You know the rules.”
I roll my eyes as she picks up her own shot glass, already filled to the brim with a light liquor. She counts us off and we both tap the glass to the counter before bringing it up to our lips and downing the shot in one go.
There’s a lovely little tradition here at Cornerstone for all universal holidays that unfortunately only applies to those on duty. If a customer buys you a drink, you have to take it. No exceptions. For Halloween it’s shots. It’s actually a really good time, when I’m not the one working. Needless to say, I’ve bought my co-workers a few drinks in the past and they seem to be returning the favor. At least they’re sticking with one brand. For now.
The rest of the night continues in a whirlwind of shots and drinks—both giving and receiving them—as my body moves to the music playing over the speakers, and my mind starts to get all light and fuzzy.
I wonder if I’ll run into any of my boys at the end of my shift.
When the last customer has left the bar, I breathe a sigh of relief and rest my forehead against the cool glass door. It seems our co-workers had an especially diabolical plan in store for Riley and me. Tall double shots were given to us every hour on the hour starting at ten and ending right before the last person walked out the door. Practically a dozen shots of José on a half way empty stomach does not a happy Kahli make.
Chris comes out of the back long enough to let me know that he’ll take care of getting Riley home before disappearing again. I glare at the darkened hallway before I gather my things to head upstairs to my apartment. I place a kiss on Riley’s head that’s laid out on one of the tables and somehow manage to lock the door behind me.
I skip the mailbox and go straight up the stairs while I navigate the Bluetooth settings on my phone. I need food, and music, not necessarily in that order.
Pulling my keys out of my bag, I unlock the door and connect to the living room Bluetooth. I switch on my Ariana Grande playlist before chucking my phone and bag onto the couch and shimmying to the kitchen to Bad Decisions.
My hair gets pulled into a low ponytail as I move on auto pilot through the kitchen, grabbing everything I need to make an awesome sandwich. I’m halfway through putting the whole thing together when I feel a presence behind me. Knowing it can only be one of the guys, I don’t stop my dancing or my sandwich making.
Here’s a serious note to all. Never get between a drunk girl and her food.
He says nothing as he saunters behind me, steps slow and even. The moonlight coming in from the windows casts his shadow over my sandwich since I didn’t bother to turn on any lights when I came in.
“Move your head,” I grumble. “You’re blocking my light.”
Without a word he complies. His arms wrap around my waist as he steps in closer to me, his semi-hard length pressing into my ass. His arms aren’t overly muscular, which means it’s either KC or Conner.
“Excited to see me?” My words come out a mumbled slur as I finish putting my sandwich together.
He still hasn’t said a word, and I frown at his silence.
However, that frown quickly disappears as his hands skim down my tutu covered hips and converge at the apex of my thighs. His hands warm the tops of my thighs as his fingers move in smooth sure strokes, massaging my inner thighs and brushing against my sex with every pass.
I lean back into him as my eyes close, sandwich forgotten. My head rests in the crook of his shoulder, my face turning in to nuzzle his neck. If I had any doubt of who stood behind me, the massage confirms it.
His right hand covers my sex completely, as a long elegant finger strokes my heat, as if he could feel my wetness through my layers. My legs tremble as I arch into him. His hand moves to my hip, anchoring me to him as he continues to
play with my heat, a light tickling that strokes the fire inside me. I thrust myself into his hand, silently asking him to remove the layers between us. It wouldn’t take much to push down the black leggings and my barely there lace thong. Both gifts from Jesse once he found out what my outfit for tonight was.
His finger swirls around my clit, causing me to cry out softly. I thrust into him again, my ass planted on his now hard cock, my teeth lock around the pulse point in his neck. He squeezes my sex once in warning and I loosen my hold on his skin, smoothing my bite over with a smooth caress of my tongue.
“Conner.” My voice comes out needy as my nose skims the underside of his jaw, only to feel something sticky on the edge. “Conner?”
I lift my head as my eyes open, and a scream loud enough to wake the dead pushes its way past my lips. My heart hammers in my chest as I turn fully and push Conner away, scrambling back to get as far away from him as possible. Only to be stopped by the stupid fucking counter. Determined not to let it stop me, I scramble up on top of it still screaming bloody murder. Why? Because the asshat has a fucking tarantula on his head, bite marks on his goddamn cheek, and blood dripping down the side of his stupid pretty boy face.
Now, logically, I’m pretty sure Conner would never approach me with a fucking tarantula, and it is Halloween, so I’m 97% sure it’s fake, but I’m pretty fucking drunk. And he did just turn my body to mush with his hands, like he always does. So I’m not really thinking logically right now. Right now, I’m confused and scared and I really have to fucking pee.
I think I’m gonna cry.
Hard footfalls pound down the stairs in the living room as Conner’s shoulders shake with barely restrained laughter. I suck in a deep breath to yell once again, only this time it’s in anger.
“Ugh. I. Hate. You. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.”
Jesse moves by Conner in order to reach me on the counter, shoving him not so lightly on the way. I am not ashamed to say that I curl up in his arms, keeping my ass firmly planted on the countertop as he surrounds me in his soothing sandalwood scent. His hands rub hard circles into my back, making sure I feel it past the boning in my corset.
My green and brown orbs are slitted in Conner’s direction as KC and DJ finally make it downstairs. DJ goes to turn on the light, and after the spots disappear from my vision, I notice KC’s whiskey gaze lock right on mine.
His curly brown hair is pulled back into a small poof of a ponytail, that’s more reminiscent of a bunny tail if I’m honest. It’s gotten longer over the past few months, now reaching the bottom of his ears when he has it out. His lithe tan body is clothed in a thin white t-shirt and grey sweatpants. The skin between his eyebrows furrowed as he takes in my hunched figure.
DJ moves silently behind him, dressed similarly in a black t-shirt and sweatpants. His light brown hair hangs in front of his dark blue eyes that watch me worriedly.
Why are they looking at me like I’m crazy? It’s like they haven’t even noticed Conner has a fucking spider on his head!
“Kahli?” KC shifts closer to me. “Are you alright? Why were you screaming?”
My jaw is locked tight as I narrow my eyes at Conner and grit out, “Ask him.”
Their gazes both turn to Conner, who’s not even trying to hold back his laughter now. His shoulders are shaking harder as he holds his stomach, loud whoops of laughter coming from those soft bow shaped lips. I know the exact moment they realize what’s wrong with Conner. Both their expressions harden as they stalk toward him. I have a split second to wonder how badly they’ll hurt him before they both shove him into the opposite wall.
KC holds onto his shoulders while DJ knocks the spider off of his head.
“Are you stupid? Have you forgotten how deathly afraid of spiders she is?” DJ’s face turns red as he screams at Conner.
Jesse tightens his hold on me as I start to shake. I divert my eyes from the spectacle on the other side of the kitchen to see what he’s wearing. Now that my heart has stopped racing and I’ve been forced to sober up, I realize that Conner is wearing workout shorts and a t-shirt. Jesse’s clothes are almost exactly the same, black shorts and a white tank shirt that stretch across his large muscles.
“What were you all doing?” It makes sense that they were all together if the three of them came from upstairs. And Conner definitely didn’t come from across the hall before playing his little prank.
“We were waiting for you.” His stormy grey-blue eyes spear me as his rich Polish accent rolls over me, soothing my frayed nerves. “We wanted to see you when you finished work.”
His arms come up my back to cup my shoulders, kneading them firmly before working his way down my arms. The light scruff of his beard tickles as he tucks me under his chin, my back arching awkwardly. The irritating sounds of a struggle reminds me that Conner’s still getting roughed up by KC and DJ all because I couldn’t take a joke. It was a really sick joke though. They all know about my completely rational fear of spiders. Fucking sleepaway camp.
A throat clearing behind Jesse invades our little bubble of calm, and I take a breath before looking out over Jesse’s shoulder. Conner stands behind him, his face pinched in pain from the arm twisted behind his back, being held by DJ. KC leans against the fridge, his arms crossed over his chest, eyes narrowed at Conner.
“Kahl,” Conner winces as DJ tightens his hold. “Can you call off your boyfriends so I can apologize properly, please?”
As much as I’d like to say no, I know how much Conner enjoys a good prank. I really should have expected this from him.
I rest my chin on Jesse’s shoulder as I blow out a breath. “Let him go, Damien.”
Conner’s face pinches up again, letting me know that DJ tightened his hold before he lets him go and takes a step back. After Conner rotates his shoulder to work out the muscle, he walks up to us and stands right behind Jesse. Not at all shy about his package being so close to my Polish heartthrob’s ass. Conner’s past sexual exploits are no secret to me, but so far we haven’t had any of the others with us in bed. Maybe that’s about to change?
Conner’s hand drifts into the loose hair by my temple and cups my head. His forehead, still slick with fake blood, rests against mine as his blue gaze spears me. “Kahli, I’m an idiot. A complete and utter fool, and I’m incredibly sorry for scaring your sexy ass bad enough to have you crawling on the kitchen counter.” I move out of Jesse’s arms enough to punch Conner in the same shoulder DJ had held behind his back, but it doesn’t stop his stupid excuse for an apology. Even if I am fighting my laughter.
“It was extremely insensitive of me to play on your crazy irrational—”
“Completely rational!” I interrupt.
“Fear of spiders, and I’m woefully apologetic. Now forgive me so we can get on with what we had planned for tonight.”
I back out of both his and Jesse’s arms to stare daggers at him. “What the hell kind of apology was that?”
KC moves from his spot by the fridge to slap Conner in the back of the head. “Do it right. I’d like to get on with our surprise.”
“What surprise?”
“Kahli.” Conner shifts, bringing my attention back to him. “My gorgeous Lemon Drop. I’m sorry.”
I squint my eyes as he moves closer, Jesse resolutely blocking his way. “Kahli.”
“Quarter forgiven.” My legs hang off the counter as I cross my arms, my breasts being pushed up by the increasingly uncomfortable corset.
Jesse turns to the side, giving Conner full access to the front of my body, but not moving far. His hard length presses against the side of my thigh as he leans against the counter. My bare arm brushes his sculpted covered chest as I squirm in place. Conner’s eyes darken as he steps into the miniscule space between my legs, forcing them to open wider.
My breath hitches as his soft hands land on my lower thighs. His thumbs massage the bend in my knee as he tilts his head to the side. “Only a quarter forgiven?”
I bite my lower lip t
o keep from moaning out as he moves down to my calves and begins to massage my muscles in earnest. He knows that’s where I carry most of my tension from work, especially with the shoes I’m wearing. Curse him for doing this when I want to be mad at him.
Conner leans forward, his lips skim mine as he asks, “Are you sure I’m only a quarter forgiven?”
He trails kisses across my cheek and down to my neck. My lids flutter as his tongue caresses the dip in my collar bone. I moan and let my head fall back against the cabinets. “Half forgiven.”
“Only half?” His husky voice is music to my ears as his deft fingers work out the kinks in my muscles. My earlier intoxication comes swimming back through my veins in my relaxed state. Thankfully not as heavy as before, only a light buzz now, but the world still spins behind my closed eyes.
That is, until a second pair of hands on my corset laces threatens to bring me to the surface. My lids are heavy, as if weighed down by the force of my lust for the man in front of me. Ever so slowly they open but stay hooded, as if trying to hide the glassy sheen I know covers their honey-green color. Jesse’s stormy gaze is in my direct line of sight. His lips quirk as he continues to undo the laces, now one handed, the other on my upper thigh.
“Wha—”
“Shh,” He nuzzles my ear before he bites the lobe. “This is our surprise.”
At his reminder of the surprise, my eyes jump back to the kitchen entrance. KC and DJ are gone. I’m brought further into reality at their departure. “Where—”
“Shh,” Conner mutters doubling his efforts on my calves and neck.
Jesse continues his explanation. “They just went to get things ready.”