Chapter 42

42

R hi

At first it’s a little scrappy – five men desperate to touch and taste and pleasure my body. But somehow, among the chaos of it all, we find a way, a way to make it work.

Spencer lifts me up onto Tristan’s bed and lays me out. And then all five of them are ripping off their clothes right in front of me, and I am treated to my very own, very hot, private strip show.

I giggle to myself as I watch them – Renzo scrabbling to remove his clothes like his life depends on it, Azlan folding his shirt and pants and placing them neatly on the chair and Tristan undressing with a serious amount of swagger.

“What’s funny?” Spencer asks, gazing down at his very perfect body and his very hard cock.

“You’re all so different.”

“Are we?” Stone says. “Looks to me like you lucked out, sweetheart. We’re all very similar.” He winks at me and grips his cock in his hand. And I know exactly what he’s implying – each of my mates is very well endowed. Not that I’m going to let them know that.

“And arrogant,” I say.

“Not arrogant,” Tristan insists. “Realistic.”

“Fuck, you got yourself pierced down there?” Renzo mutters, staring right at Stone’s cock. “Always wanted to do that.”

“Do you not like what you see?” Spencer asks me, ignoring the assassin, rubbing his hand across his chest.

I lick my lips, slowly, and that’s all it takes.

Renzo dives between my legs, muttering something about being a tease and being damn ravenous for me. He spreads me wide and licks right from my clit to my pussy. I think the others will hold back and watch like they did with Stone. I huff a little in frustration. I liked all five of them touching me at once.

I’ve nothing to fear though. Spencer jumps down on one side of me, Tristan crouches on the other, and as Renzo flicks at my clit with the tip of his tongue, my other two mates lick, suck and kiss at my breasts and my nipples, claiming one each.

I sigh and peer up at the ceiling, meeting Azlan’s dark gaze. For a minute we just stare at each other and I sink into those dark eyes of his, reading everything I need to know in his expression. Then he lowers his mouth and presses his lips to mine. I part my mouth on instinct and he sinks his tongue into my mouth, just as Renzo sinks his into my pussy.

I sigh again, this time straight into Azlan’s mouth, and he kisses me harder, his tongue hungry and persistent.

There’s a hand tight on my thigh, another grasping my waist and another wrapped around my throat. The sensations in my body swirl and swoop, overwhelming me completely.

Azlan pulls back but I’ve no chance to catch my breath because Stone is there next, kissing me just as hard, just as deep, and then they’re kissing me together, both their tongues in my mouth, both their lips caressing mine, both their teeth biting and nipping at my lips.

“Fuck, the view from down here, baby!” Renzo murmurs right against my clit, making me come hard into his mouth, jolting and bucking on the bed as five pairs of hands hold me down.

“You look like a goddess being worshiped by all of us,” Tristan says.

“She is a fucking goddess!” Renzo snaps, flicking me so violently with his tongue another orgasm rips right through my body.

“Oh stars!” I cry out, struggling. Because it’s too much … too good … too damn perfect!

“You want more, little mate?” Spencer growls and I swear, it may be him kneeling beside me, but it’s the beast speaking to me.

“Yes,” I pant, “so much more. I want it all.”

“Fuck,” Tristan says, scrubbing his hand through his fair mop of hair, already damp with sweat. “Can Spence and me … can we share you, Piglet?”

Renzo rolls up to sit cross-legged between my thighs, running the pads of his calloused thumbs over the inside of my thighs as he licks my arousal off his lips. His miscolored eyes flick from me to Tristan to Spencer.

“How? How do you want to share her?”

Tristan looks over to Spencer who’s wearing one of his wide grins – the ones that make my stomach spin .

“She sucked your cock yet, Tris? Because she’s really, really good at sucking cock.”

“Is she now?” Tristan says, eyes darkening.

“Want to find out?” I ask him, scrabbling up onto my hands and knees.

“What do you think?” he says, running his fingers through my hair.

“I think you’re encouraging the little brat,” Stone says.

“Yeah, damn, encourage her. I want to see that, dude,” Renzo says, eyes so bright you think we were offering to show him the meaning of the universe.

Tristan rises up on his knees, his cock bobbing straight in front of me. I shuffle forward and his grip on my hair tightens as I take him into my mouth.

At first, I do nothing but tease him, gliding my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting salty pre-come in my mouth. He lifts his other hand and strokes my cheek gently.

“Such a pretty mouth,” someone murmurs.

I hollow my cheeks and suck on him. From this angle, with my arms supporting my weight, I can’t grip his cock, but he thrusts his hips forward, moving his cock deeper into my mouth and then out again.

I gag a little. I’ve not taken any of my mates this deep before and my eyes water.

“Wanna stop?” Tristan asks, the movement of his hips faltering. I peer up at him with a determined look and he smiles down at me. “I’ll take that as a no,” he says, slamming his cock back into my mouth.

A pair of strong hands land on my hips and the mattress dips behind me.

“Can Spence take you too, Piglet?” Tristan asks.

I pull my head back, his cock leaving my mouth with a pop .

“Have the two of you done this before?” I ask him, looking up at him through wet eyelashes.

“No, we’ve never shared a girl before.”

“But you’ve done this before?” I clarify.

“A spit roast? No, Rhi, never,” Spencer says.

I hold Tristan’s gaze and he shakes his head. I’m kind of surprised. The rumors about the orgies in the Venus Common Room were pretty wild – what I saw the two of them do was pretty wild too. But they’ve never done this before – and though I’m sure many would consider it sordid or dirty – for me it feels special.

“Yes,” I say, the thought of it making me shiver.

Spencer mutters the barrier spell and then I feel his cock nudge at my entrance.

“Part your thighs a little more for me, Rhi. You’re so damn tight.”

I do as he says and then he’s pushing his way inside me, the both of us moaning as he does.

“Feel good, little rabbit?” Renzo asks from beside me, eyes wide as he soaks the sight of the three of us in.

“Uh huh,” I murmur.

“Then keep sucking, sweetheart,” Azlan tells me and I capture Tristan’s cock in my mouth again and do as I’m told.

Only, it’s much harder this time with Spencer thrusting inside me, hitting the spot that sends me kind of crazy. I moan and groan around Tristan’s cock, losing concentration, and he takes control, driving his cock in and out of my mouth.

“That looks so freaking awesome, little rabbit. So filthy and dirty and delicious. I love it when you’re a little slut.”

“You know what would make it even better?” Stone says.

Azlan scoffs like he doesn’t think that’s possible.

“What?” Tristan grunts, intrigued .

“Barone,” Stone says, “think you can ping yourself down there, underneath them, finish eating out our girl?”

My eyes flick to Renzo’s and his face morphs the darkest I’ve ever seen it. Next thing I know, he’s disappeared from sight, reappearing beneath me, his body laid out between mine and Spencer’s legs.

“The view’s even better from down here,” he mutters. Then rises up on his elbows so his mouth meets the apex of my pussy lips. He sucks my clit right into his mouth.

And I lied.

I thought it was too much before.

But this, this is too much.

“I’m going to come!” I cry out, writhing between the three of them, the intensity of it increasing and increasing and increasing.

“Fuck, yes, come around my cock, Rhi!” Spencer says, thrusting into me harder, sending me forward and Tristan’s cock even deeper into my throat.

For a moment, I can’t breathe. No oxygen reaches my lungs. It seems to heighten everything, every feeling, every sensation. Electricity shoots around my body, lighting every nerve into life and I come so hard, for a moment I think I actually pass out.

When I come to again, Spencer’s rhythm is faltering. His fingers dig deep into my flesh and he comes with a loud animalistic grunt, hot liquid spilling deep inside me.

Tristan – eyes locked on the two of us, on where his friend is buried deep inside me – comes too. I swallow down the salty taste of his come, loving the way it warms all the way down my throat and into my belly.

And then my arms and legs give way and I fall right down on top of Renzo.

Without missing a heartbeat, he flips me over onto my back and drags me to the end of the bed, scrambling off the bed himself and standing right between my thighs.

“Always used to like doing it like the fucking hunting dog I am, little rabbit – from behind. That was until I met you. Now I want to see you when I fuck you. Want to see all of you. Your pretty face, your bouncing tits, your fucking pussy.”

He lifts my legs, clutching them against his chest.

I smile up at him and then, because I can’t help myself, I tickle my toes against his ears.

The skin beneath his right eye twitches and I giggle.

“Little rabbit,” he growls, “behave.”

Never , I mouth up at him and he groans like I gutted him before driving his cock deep inside me.

I’m sensitive and tender and every thrust he makes feels divine. Soon all that ferocity on his face – the expression that makes him seem so sinister – fades away, replaced by that boyish look. The one that has my heart swelling for him.

The others, lying around the bed, watch as he fucks me. I’m happy for it to be the two of us, for him to show them how he can do beautiful things not just destructive, but soon I’m pining for more hands, more touch. More mates.

“Stone,” I mutter. “Azlan, Tristan, Spencer.”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Don’t just lie there!”