One Family

by Smyth, R. A

  I can already feel how fucking hard he is through the flimsy fabric. Reaching under the waistband, I wrap my hand around his cock, pulling him out so I can see his engorged head, the bead of pre-cum leaking out of him.

  Lifting up on to my knees, I position myself above him before dropping down, arching my back as I take all of him in.

  Ty captures my lips, swallowing my groan as I begin to ride Barrett, his hands on my hips, guiding my movements. His head falls back against the back of the sofa, and Ty, taking advantage of the space, breaks our kiss, bending down and running his tongue around my nipple until it’s a stiff peak.

  “Oh, Ty,” I moan as he sucks it into his mouth, my back arching further as I move faster along Barrett’s dick.

  “Lie down,” Ty growls at Barrett, releasing me from his mouth as he gets to his feet, shoving his trousers down. Barrett does as he says, holding me to him as he moves until he can lie across the seats with me perched on top of him.

  Once he’s situated, I begin to move again, my pussy slick with my pleasure, loving the feel of Barrett’s hands as they roam over my heated skin. I’ve worked us into a fast rhythm when I feel Ty come up behind me, his warm chest pressing against my back, his hands replacing Barrett’s on my hips.

  Reaching round, Ty brings his fingers down between us, rubbing at my clit before delving lower, soaking them in my juices. “Fuck, I love how wet you get for us, love,” he whispers into my ear. “You want us both, don’t you?”

  “Shit, yeah she does, she’s strangling my dick with the thought of it,” Barrett grunts, his hips moving to meet mine, unable to sit still any longer.

  Ty places his hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me down towards Barrett, who lifts up to meet my lips. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, kissing me deeply. I’m so wrapped up in him that I forget all about Ty until I feel the cold jelly as he eases his lubed up finger into my puckered hole. After the initial sting of intrusion passes, I push back into him, needing more.

  Teasing me, he removes his finger. He doesn’t leave me wanting for long before I feel a slight pressure at my back entrance.

  Jamming his hand between Barrett and I, he rubs at my clit as he slowly pushes inside of me, that feeling of overwhelming fullness coming over my body the further in he gets.

  Barrett twitches inside me. “Holy shit,” he pants, breaking our kiss as he feels Ty rubbing against him, his hips jerking in shallow thrusts.

  Ty matches Barrett’s slow speed and shallow depth, the two of them working together to find a suitable rhythm.

  It feels fucking incredible, having both of them stretching me out in the best possible way. My orgasm creeps up on me, starting with a tightening in my core that slowly radiates out until I feel it in my fingers and toes. I’m just about to let go when a noise draws my attention. The sound of the door unlocking.

  The three of us freeze as Preston steps into the warehouse. His eyes widening at the sight in front of him. He stands immobile with bags of shopping in his arms as the door closes shut behind him.

  His eyes are glued to mine and they zone in on my lower lip when I bite down on it. The thought of him dropping those bags and storming over here and fucking my mouth with his tongue making me even wetter.

  Barrett and Ty both groan as my pussy clenches, my dirty thoughts driving me wild. I teasingly buck my hips while I arch my back, making them groan again as they both return my thrusts. Preston’s eyes dip down to my boobs, following my movements as I reach up, massaging it in my hand and squeezing my nipple.

  “Mmmm,” I groan, tilting my head back. I can see how much he wants me, how much watching me is turning him on.

  His eyes are hooded, his breaths coming as short, sharp pants. After what feels like forever, all of us barely moving, no one knowing what to do, waiting for Preston to make the first move, he does exactly that. Setting the bags on the floor, he makes a first, hesitant move towards us. His steps become more confident as he gets closer, until he’s standing at the arm of the chair, by Barrett’s head.

  His hands flex around his belt, drawing my eyes down to the large erection in his jeans. Sensing Preston is as into this as the rest of us, Barrett and Ty pick up their pace, quickly finding their rhythm again as Preston continues to watch me.

  “Preston,” I moan, unable to stand having him look at me any longer. I need to taste him, feel the weight of him in my mouth.

  “You want my dick in your mouth, Princess?” He purrs, a coy smile curling at the side of his lip. The jerk isn’t just going to give me what I want, he’s going to make me beg for it.

  I’m too lost in my pleasure to care. Usually I’d snark and demand he hurry the fuck up, but Preston somehow manages to bring out this side of me I didn’t know I had. I’d do just about anything he asked so long as it got me impaled on his monster dick.

  “What was that? I didn’t hear you.” Asshole. He knows I got side-tracked by the slick feel of Barrett and Ty thrusting into me in tandem, the feel of Ty’s lips on the back of my neck, Barrett’s heated skin beneath my palms.

  I moan, my eyes closing, as Barrett’s teeth scrape against the sensitive skin of my tit, further distracting me from Preston’s inane demands. Why isn’t he naked and in my mouth already?

  “Preston,” I growl, reaching out blindly, ready to take things into my own hands. He lets me unbuckle his belt and undo his jeans, shoving them down his hips, but he grabs my wrists, holding both of my hands in one of his, before I can pull out his dick.

  “Yes or no, Princess,” He growls, ignoring my huff of frustration.

  “Yes,” I growl back.

  Fucking satisfied, he finally does as I want. Reaching into his black boxers, he pulls out his huge erect dick. Letting go of my wrists, he runs his hand through my hair before grabbing tightly to the strands at the back of my head, holding me still.

  Positioning the engorged tip of his cock at my lips, I flick my tongue out, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum before he thrusts forward into my mouth. He’s not gentle or slow about it, slamming into me until he reaches the back of my throat, my muscles clenching around him as I struggle to adjust to his wide girth.

  Tears slip out of the corner of my eyes as I struggle to breathe through my nose.

  “You’re doing so good, Princess. You look fucking amazing with my dick between your lips,” he murmurs quietly. I glance up at him. Unlike the rough way he’s grabbing my hair and moving in and out of my mouth, there’s a softness in his eyes, a reverence I’ve never seen before. It makes me feel powerful. It may look like he’s using my mouth for his own gain, but looking into his eyes, I realize I’m the one with all the power here. Although he’s standing over me, he’s actually the one on his knees, at my mercy. It’s an intoxicating feeling.

  It’s not just Preston either. It’s all three of them. They’re all worshipping at my altar as they fuck me senseless, making me feel fuller, more loved, more needed than I’ve ever been in my life.

  “Baby girl,” Barrett breathes huskily, his eyes transfixed on where Preston is pummelling in and out of my mouth. “You look so fucking good filled with all of us.”

  The overwhelming feeling of fullness from all of them, along with Barrett’s dirty words and Preston’s adoring look finally sends me over the edge into the most potent orgasm of my life. I swear I black out for a second, completely overcome by sensation, every nerve in my body flaming to life, as my fingers dig deeply into Barrett’s chest and my pussy clamps down around Barrett.

  “Shit.”

  “Fuck.”

  I hear both of them say as I feel their cum hitting my inner walls.

  It takes Preston a few more pumps, his eyes never leaving my face, his hands holding me still, until his face scrunches up, the bitter salty taste of his cum hitting the back of my throat and I swallow it down, the movement making his eyes flair with desire as he pulls out of me.

  Bending down, he swipes a stray bit of saliva from the corner of my mouth before slanting his lips o
ver mine, pushing his tongue between them and sweeping it through my mouth, most likely tasting himself on me. There’s something super fucking hot about that, and if I wasn’t on the verge of collapsing, I might be tempted to go another round with them all.

  “Well, that was unexpected,” Preston chuckles, giving me a cocky grin as he tucks himself away, moving back to the bags he left on the floor and starting to unpack them.

  “Can’t think of a better way to spend a Sunday,” Ty says, handing me my towel and bending in to steal a quick kiss before pulling up his jeans.

  I smile at him warmly, wrapping the towel around myself as I climb off Barrett, moving back to the bathroom in need of another shower, ignoring their banter as Barrett and Ty move to help Preston unpack the shopping.

  ________

  Later that afternoon, I come down the stairs to find Ty sitting at the kitchen table with a small case open in front of him.

  “What’s that?” I ask, walking over to him.

  Setting down the small tool in his hand, he looks up at me. “My lock picking kit,” he says, like it should be obvious.

  “I didn’t know you could pick locks.” Pulling out a chair, I sit down beside him, observing him as he takes out each tool, inspecting it before putting it back in its place.

  “You never know when you might need to break in or out of somewhere,” he responds with a shrug. I’m sure that kit gets its fair share of use. I can just imagine how many places Ty has snuck into. “I can teach you?”

  “Really? Yeah, okay,” I answer excitedly. I can’t say it’s something I ever thought I’d learn how to do. Not that learning to pick locks has been high on my ‘to-do’ list, but the thought of having Ty teach me has me totally wanting to learn.

  Returning my broad grin, Ty pushes the case of small metal tools towards me so I can get a better look at them.

  “It’s pretty simple really,” he starts. “It all depends on what type of lock you’re dealing with, but most locks are simple pin tumbler ones, meaning they have small metal pins that come down, obstructing the entrance. When a key is inserted, it’s design lifts the pins, therefore removing the obstruction so the key can slot in. Once it’s inserted all the way into the lock, all you have to do is turn it. With me so far?”

  “Yeah, I understand.”

  “Okay, so there are three main tools for picking a lock. A hook, which is this one that—strangely enough—looks like a hook,” he explains, pointing out the hook shaped tool in the case. He’s got several variations of it, all of which I’m assuming are for different types of locks.

  Moving on to the next tool, he says, “This one here is a rake.” This tool has various bumps and edges along its length, and again he’s got a variety of different ones.

  “The final tool you need is a tension wrench,” he says. “Come here.” Getting up and lifting the kit from the table, he waves for me to follow him over to the bathroom.

  I walk over to him as he crouches down in front of the lock, bending down beside him as he lifts out the tension wrench.

  “Isn’t Barrett in there?” I question, hearing the noise of the shower running through the door.

  “So?” Ty shrugs. “It’s the only door with a lock. Besides, he takes forever to shower, he’ll never know what we were up to.”

  Shrugging, deciding it doesn’t really matter, I pay attention as Ty talks me through what to do before shuffling aside so I can get up close and personal with the lock.

  Trying to remember everything he just told me, I lift the tension wrench and wriggle it into the lock, applying a light rotational force.

  “Good, now insert the hook until you meet resistance,” Ty says, handing me the tool. Once I’ve done as he says, he gives me the next set of instructions and I let out a small squeal of excitement when I hear an audible click. “Excellent!” He praises. “Now just keep repeating the action again until all the pins have clicked into place.”

  “Locked up, I can’t get you off my mind, off my mind,” Barrett sings in a horribly out of tune tone. Ty snickers beside me and I have to bite on my lower lip to stop a bark of laughter escaping and possibly giving us away. Although, as Barrett continues to sing at the top of his voice, I don’t for one second believe he could hear us over the running of the shower and his own rendition of some popular pop song.

  Trying to tune him out, I focus back on what Ty is saying. Doing as he tells me, I keep going until my legs are numb—really, the time he takes to shower says more about Barrett than it does about my shitty lock-picking skills. Eventually, I hear the clicking sound several more times.

  “That’s it,” Ty says, sounding as excited as I feel. “Now, just turn the tools and the door will open.”

  Doing just that, I bob on the balls of my feet as the lock disengages and the door drifts inwards slightly.

  “Ah! I did it!”

  Ty brings a finger up to his lips, telling me to shush, while a wicked grin crosses his face. My eyes light up, wondering what mischief he’s thinking of. Reaching forward, he shoves the door open with enough force that it bangs off the wall.

  Barrett jumps a mile in the air, nearly slipping on the wet base of the shower as he turns around to glare at us.

  “What the hell?!” He shouts as Ty drags us both to our feet, subtly tucking the tools and kit away so Barrett can’t see them.

  Shutting off the water and grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist before stepping out of the shower, Barrett storms towards us.

  “Oh, sorry, man,” Ty apologises, his voice full of fake sincerity. “We didn’t realize you were in there.”

  Scowling at him, Barrett grumbles something under his breath before looking at the door in confusion. “I could have sworn I locked that.”

  Chapter 42

  “Yeah?” Aiden asks, answering the phone in his usual sharp tone. The guy really needs to learn proper phone etiquette. Is it really so difficult to just say ‘hello’? “Do you wanna come round?” Another silence, before he says, “okay, we’ll see you soon,” and hangs up the phone.

  “Oliver’s coming over,” he says, casting his eyes over each of us. “He’s got some news.”

  “Did he say what it was?” I ask nervously, feeling a sudden flight of butterflies erupt in my stomach.

  Aiden just shakes his head. “No. He said he’d tell us when he gets here.”

  We all wait anxiously, Aiden silently brooding on the couch, deep in thought, while Preston taps away on his laptop doing god knows what. Barrett sorts us all out with drinks and puts out a bowl of chips, like this is a social event and Oliver is simply coming over to hang out and play video games, and Ty attempts to distract me with YouTube videos.

  Thankfully, we’re not left waiting long before the perimeter alarm goes off and a minute later we hear Oliver’s car approaching.

  Jumping up from the sofa, Aiden strides across the room to the door, pulling it open.

  “Hey, man,” Oliver greets casually, nodding his head at Aiden before casting his eyes over the rest of us. Neither the tone of his voice or his facial expression gives anything away.

  “Hey,” we greet back, all of us moving to congregate on the sofas. Barrett climbs on to a bar stool, swiveling it around to face the living space as Preston drops onto the sofa beside Ty and I, and Oliver claims the spot on the opposite sofa beside Aiden.

  “So, what’s going on?” I ask as I twist my hands in my lap.

  “Kirk’s going out of town for a few days,” he says. “And he’ll be taking a small number of men with him. He’s also sent a group of guys to Oregon to deal with some shit back there. There will be a skeleton crew here this weekend, so I think this is our chance to move.”

  “What are you thinking?” Aiden asks, leaning forward in his seat, placing his elbows on his knees as he thinks through Oliver’s plan.

  “We should hit The Citadel,” Oliver says. His words are met by varying noises and looks of surprise. I sure as hell was not expecting him to say that.

/>   “How does that help us?” I ask.

  “If we get in, we can free the girls. We can make an anonymous call to the police saying there are half-naked girls wandering around Pine Tree Lane. They’ll have to come investigate it. The girls can report to the police where they’ve been and what they’ve been through. Without any one-percenters left to cover it up, the entire operation will be exposed.”

  It’s actually a great idea, but it’s dangerous. So far, most of what we’ve done, we’ve been able to do from a safe distance. If we go storming into The Citadel, shots will be fired, triggers pulled and people will die. What if one of those people are my guys?

  I know they’re willing to do whatever it takes, but I’m not willing to risk losing them. Is there not another way?

  Tuning back into the conversation, the guys are all strategizing how to get in and out of The Citadel, all of them seemingly on board with this idea.

  “Is there not another way?” I ask, biting my lower lip. “The Citadel is heavily guarded. There’s going to be casualties.”

  “This is a good plan,” Ty reassures me, placing his hand on my knee and giving it a comforting squeeze. “Just think; by the weekend, this could all be over.”

  “Yeah, but we still wouldn’t get Kirk. He’ll run when he hears what went down.”

  “We could take out most of his men, though,” Ty says thoughtfully. “And those we don’t get; the police would pick up.”

  “Once we free the girls and get out of there before the cops show up, we could head over to Kirk’s place, finish off anyone that’s there,” Aiden suggests, his idea only making my heart race faster.

  I knew it would eventually come to something like this, especially after our plan to gather evidence at The Citadel backfired, but now that the time is here, I’m freaking the fuck out. I’m not ready to lose any of them. And, despite all the training Aiden has been giving me, I’m not sure I’m ready.