Chapter Twenty - One

Kouvr

I wrapped the very plush towel around me, moving from the steamy bathroom. I used a few of the self-care stuff they had, brushing my teeth and moisturizing my face.

Cyrus was sitting in the room on the large king-size bed. He looked at me, eyes running over my body. His hands opened, motioning for me to move closer.

I closed the space, moving between his thighs so he had to look up at me.

“Do you need anything tonight before I go to bed?” he asked.

My finger rubbed his white hair from his face. “Uh, maybe water and maybe a very handsome white-haired man to spend the night with me?”

His lips curled into a smile. “Of course, baby. I’ll be right back.”

I nodded.

He stood, pushing me backward. His body was warm against mine, igniting me with heat. I wasn’t even planning to sleep with him in that way, I just genuinely want protection as I slept.

I was sure he knew that.

He kissed my forehead, grabbed my empty bowl, and moved from the room.

I took a moment to put on a tank top and matching shorts. I climbed into bed, just as the door opened again.

Theon was the last person I thought would walk in.

“I told him he should ask before assuming you want to sleep with him too,” Cyrus said, entering after him and closing the bedroom door.

Theon smiled at me, handing me the water bottle I wanted. “Can I sleep in here too? I’m very good at protecting and cuddling.”

I smiled, nodding. Two men protecting me was better than one. Glancing at Cyrus, I could tell he didn’t mind, not annoyed by his friend weaseling his way in.

Theon shredded his shirt, kicking off his shoes. He crawled over the bed, and I placed a hand on the giant spider tattoo on his sternum. He kissed my lips softly. “I’m going to sleep so good.”

I snorted as he plopped down on my left side.

Cyrus was shaking his head with a smile as he set his water down and shredded his shirt. My mouth drooled. I was going to be trapped between them for a whole night. He climbed in on my other side, closest to the door. Our lips met, and I sighed.

“Good night,” he muttered, clapping his hands, and all the lights turned off.

I gasped. “No way.” I clapped again, turning them on. “Fuck, that’s cool.” Clapping again to make it dark again.

Theon chuckled, his hand rubbing my thigh.

I settled between the men, turning to face Theon. My head plopped lightly on his chest as Cyrus rubbed my back. My eyes closed, listening to Theon’s heart beating against my chest, and I just listened.

And listened.

“Fuck,” I muttered after long minutes of trying to fall asleep. My body ached, asking for my routine release each time I slept. But how do I bring it up to them, or should I hide my masturbation urge?

“Mhm?” Cyrus made a noise, half asleep.

Slowly, I turned, feeling his hands pulling me closer to him. “I have…” Oh gosh, this felt embarrassing. But I wasn’t embarrassed by it, just never said it out loud. “I usually masturbate before bed.”

There was a moment of silence, and it almost made me panic. I couldn’t see his face or even if he was awake listening.

“Do you use a toy?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Can I watch and listen?”

My throat dried. I almost thought he would offer to just give me an orgasm, but nothing beats doing it yourself with a toy, though their dicks were extremely satisfying. “Please.”

A clap from Theon turned on the lights.

I jolted, not realizing that he was awake and listening.

“I assumed I could watch and listen too.”

I laughed, turning to him. My palm ran up his chest. “Ask, like a good boy.”

His chest raised and fell faster as he smiled at me. “May I watch you please yourself?”

I bit my bottom lip, nodding. I moved through the bottom of the bed, going into my bag and pulling out a vibrating rose.

Looking back at the two shirtless men, heat rushed through me. No one had ever watched before because usually, it was just me.

I crawled back into the bed, plopping down between them.

Theon kissed my shoulder. “You brought a toy. You were going to masturbate in here alone while we slept a few doors down?”

I nodded, looking up at him.

His long hair was pulled back into a ponytail, eyes dark with lust. “Fuck.”

Cyrus clicked on the button on my rose and turned it on. It vibrated in my hand, and suddenly, I forgot about the staring men. I wanted to cum, and I wanted to sleep like a baby right after.

Pressing the mouth to my clit under my shorts, pleasure made my eyes roll closed.

“Can we touch you?” Theon asked.

“Please,” I muttered.

Both pairs of hands were on me, Cyrus’s pushing up my top to expose my breasts. They budded under his touch. Theon’s hands were running up and down my body before settling on my throat. He squeezed, drawing my first moan.

My pussy pulsed, and my hips moved slowly into the toy.

Cyrus’s hot mouth was on my nipple, making me arch.

“Fuck,” I muttered, feeling hot all over. My toes were curling, heels pushing into the bed. This wouldn’t take long, especially not with them egging me on.

“You sound so beautiful, Kouvr,” Theon whispered heavily into my ear.

I turned my head, smashing my lips against his.

He held my throat, lips attacking mine.

My moan heightened, and I pulled back. Turning, I pulled Cyrus into a kiss.

Theon pushed the toy deeper into my clit, sending me over the edge. My hips were bucking, and Cyrus’s mouth swallowed moans. My eyes squeezed shut as my orgasm slammed into me. I cried out, gripping Theon’s pants with my other hand. My body stiffened, and the moment I released, I came. With a sigh, pleasure settled in my body. I pulled back from Cyrus, breathing heavily. He was hard against my thighs.

Theon let me go, reaching between my hot thighs and running his finger through my folds. It was extremely wet and even sounded like it. He brought his finger to his lips, tasting the mess I just made.

I moaned, eyes closing.

“Ready for bed?” Cyrus muttered against my skin.

Nodding, I quickly got up, cleaned my toy, and put it away. The moment I sank into the bed, I knew I needed that. But what about their needs? “Sorry, you guys have hard-ons now.”

Cyrus shook his head, pulling me against his body. “I’m satisfied with just watching and listening. It’s enough for me.”

Theon hummed in agreement, clapping. He filled in the other side, and I instantly drifted to sleep.

Zombie’s teeth buried into Kyree’s neck and blood sprayed.

I jolted awake, trying my best to look away in real life. I had been having that nightmare all night, the men dying.

Cyrus’s hand moved up and down my arm. “Are you okay?”

I nodded, though looking up, his eyes were still closed. “Sorry.”

He shook his head, pulling me close to his body. His front was against my side, cock hard from the morning wood. He went to bed hard against me and was now waking up the same way.

I shuddered against him, feeling a wave of heat rushing through my body.

One of his eyes peeked at me. His hair was smushed and a bit flat, making me reach up to fix it. His eyes closed, and a sigh hummed in his throat. I moved my body closer, legs entangled with his. His arms wrapped around me, running the small of my back.

My fingers stayed buried in his white hair, nails rubbing his scalp.

After a few moments, he wrapped his body around me, pulling me tight against him. He kissed my forehead. “I’m so grateful you're here. You make me feel so good.”

I pressed my face against his chest, smiling. “I’m not doing anything.”

He hummed, hands running up and down my back.

I melted into him, enjoying how his hands rubbed up and down me. My body felt the ache running away under his palm.

His dick was still hard and trapped between us. Heat rushed to my lower belly, a storm brewing. I lifted my thigh, rubbing my legs up his until my thigh was around his waist, and my pussy was pressed right against him.

Looking up, now both of his eyes were opened, looking down at me. His dick pulsed between us, and a rush of need ran through me. A moan caught in my throat, but I didn’t let it out. I could only think about brushing my teeth.

Pushing my palm into his shoulder and pushing him onto his back, I clung to him, straddling his hips. His large dick was pressed right against my core. I swallowed, leaning down and pressing my mouth against his neck.

He inhaled sharply.

“I’m going to brush my teeth first, okay?” I said, pulling away.

He nodded.

I slid off him, stepping off the bed. The fuzzy carpet was more inviting than my usual cold wooden floors. Moving to the bathroom, I heard him stand and follow me.

The icy tile floor had me hissing as I entered the bathroom. I grabbed my brush and did my thing.

Cyrus grabbed a new toothbrush from the stockpile under the sink and began using it. “I’m patient, but not patient enough to run to my room for my toothbrush.”

I smiled, turning away. I knew it didn’t matter, he could see me in the massive mirror.

Cyrus’s warmth covered my back as he pressed his body flush to mine. His hand reached for my hip, pulling me against his still-hard dick. Looking in the mirror, I finally saw the size difference.

My hand slowed down on brushing as our eyes met, his darkened with lust. My eyes closed, heat rushing through me. I didn’t want to wait much longer, but I finished up, bending and spitting in the sink. I made sure my ass pressed right against his dick.

A growl escaped him, making me look up a bit.

He looked like he wanted to take me right there, and honestly, I didn’t understand what was stopping him.

We swapped places, and when he bent over, I pressed my hips against his ass and did my best growl.

He let out a choked laugh, looking up at me in the mirror.

My face blushed, cheeks growing sore from laughing. I felt goofy, but I was grateful he laughed.

He wiped and rinsed his mouth, spinning to me. His hands instantly grabbed my hips, lifting me into the air. Our mouths connected, tasting the mint on each other. This was better than worrying about blowing gross breath into his face while orgasming.

My fingers gripped his white hair, nails scratching his scalp.

He moaned, setting me on the cold sink. Was he actually going to take me right here?

Leaning back, I allowed him to take off my shirt. Instantly, he pulled back, and his hot mouth was on my cold nipples. They budded in his wet mouth. I gripped his hair, arching.

“Fuck, Cyrus,” I muttered, my other hand running down his shoulder blades.

After stimulating one, he moved to the other, kissing, licking, and biting. My hips began to roll against him, seeking more pleasure. He was big enough that even a bit bent over, I could still rub myself on his tip.

He moaned, pulling back and pulling off his shirt. But he doesn’t return to between my legs, moving to turn on the water.

My body ached for him. I took this chance to drop my shorts and underwear, throwing my thong on his shoulder.

He grabbed it, a smirk on his lips. His hand balled them up, put them in his pocket, and his other pushed down his pj bottoms. My eyes dropped over his heavily, beautiful tattooed body: over the line of abs, then to that deep v leading to his massive dick. It barely stood, leaning down toward his tattooed thighs.

My legs closed, my lower belly brewing a hot pot.

His hands pushed my thighs open, baring my soaking pussy to him. He gripped my outer thighs, lifting me, and carrying me into the shower. “I can’t wait anymore, Kouvr.”