8. Vitali
EIGHT
Vitali
I might die from how Stasi is clenching around us both. Holding her hip, I make circles on her skin with my thumb as we wait for her to adjust. When she rocks against us with a whimper, I kiss her cheek and my smile comes out as I whisper, “That’s my dirty girl. You love being filled with two dicks, don’t you?”
Zidane tightens his hold on her hair, so her neck is pressed into my palm and her eyes are fixed on me. Reverence wraps around his tone as he says, “You should see her stretched around us.”
We both ask if we can move at the same time, and she smiles at me first before nodding and doing the same over her shoulder.
As long as my sweetness has me first on the list, anyone else can come second. We both move in alternating strokes and my perfect girl undulates her hips, fucking us both with her eyes wide and mouth open in a wide O. I can’t even breathe never mind formulate words.
Zidane keeps her head in position, and I push her arm behind her back. He holds her forearm as my girl sings, her nails scraping against my scalp as she hugs my head to keep me close.
“Fuck! More!”
Her words break off into sound only and I slap my hand off her ass. She jolts forward as we both speed up, fucking her deeper. The addition of her going wild around me and feeling my dick being stroked has me on the edge. She’s already shaking, screaming every profanity she’s ever heard or known.
“I can’t again, fuck, you’re both too much.”
When it turns into denying her own pleasure I grab her throat, squeezing the sides. I drop my legs over the edge of the bed and move her head to block Zidane’s ugly-ass face. We both fuck up into her as I suck her nipple into my mouth and pull lightly. Letting it go with a wet pop, I move to the other side as he instructs her, “Fingers, baby.”
She stretches behind her and gives him two fingers.She’s fucking perfect and grinds her hips into us as she turns her head, sealing their lips together. I shouldn’t be getting off on watching her tongue fuck someone else but feeling what it does to her body is a different type of lust. It’s competitive, my hips speed up and my teeth come out, needing to force their connection to break until she’s fixed on me. I want proof that Stasi has another dick inside her, literally, but she still can’t fucking keep me out of her mind.
Her fingers land on her clit, making dizzying patterns as she fixes onto me. She hooks her arm around his neck and kisses me with her release. I taste her moans, what I’m doing to her, and she’s insane, beyond my every dream. Her entire body convulses when he goes to her neck, and I tilt her head, exposing her favorite spot. Her dopey smile is on my lips, and she pulls her fingers free, trailing her cum up my abs before pressing them into my mouth without removing her tongue. Fucking perfection.
They both throb around me but a soft shake of her head tells me to hold back as she digs her nails into my neck. She sweetly kisses across my jaw to my ear and whispers into my ear, “My mouth, I love how you taste.”
She’s saying shit like that as though it’ll help me hold back. Fucking vixen. She presses her hand into Zidane’s hip until he moves back and pushes against my shoulder, so I’m laid flat before stepping down with shaky legs. My girl wastes no time removing the condom and folding in half, her ass is in the air, and she moans around me as he fucks her harder, holding her hair out of her face as I thrust up, doing the same to her mouth.
She keeps fucking moaning and I hold the sides of her head to keep her in place. The vibrations travel through my length and settle into every nerve in my body. Clenching to hold back doesn’t help and I come harder than I have in my life. She’s pushed forward as he tenses behind her and she’s fucking stunning as her eyes go wide, knowing she’s just made us both come.
My cum flows out of her mouth, escaping the sides and racing down my dick. I think I say something, probably ask her to marry me so I can witness it again, but who fucking knows when my entire body falls limp and she does the same over me as Zidane wraps his arm around her middle, placing her on my chest. He falls to the bed beside me, his harsh breathing mixes with ours and he presses a kiss to her crown. I don’t know why that’s pissing me off after them being everywhere on her body, but I want to rip them off. Mistaking the reason for my mood, he acts like a dick, puckering his lips and asks, “You want a kiss too, for being a good boy?”
I only have enough energy to hold my middle finger up and let out a line of air as a laugh as I hold Stasi’s ass with both hands and push the heel of my palms against her red skin. She fucking purrs, so adorable and exhausted that she can’t lie to me anymore.
The only positive of Stasi running away before I wake up is not having to spend longer without pain meds. My body is coated in sweat from going so long without them and I have to ball my hands a few times to get them ready to move. As soon as those three pills are on my tongue I can relax, and I lay here, waiting for them to bring me back to the order I’m used to.
Once my first priority has been met, I notice my room. Stasi’s shoes are neatly lined against the wall, and I look for evidence she hasn’t left barefoot. I stretch over the side of the bed in case she’s decided to hide under it, but it doesn’t reveal anything. The closed bathroom door brings a smile to my face. I never sleep with it closed and it’s too far away, hidden behind the closet, to pick up on the sound of running water.
Before I can make good on my promise to bury my head between her thighs, the door opens, allowing the circus of my family to come in. Viktor and his shadows don’t hesitate as they walk through. Dom, Vasy, and Verena stop in front of me, all of them with hard stares and the same demand. “Up.”
The sheets are clean with going to an empty apartment I keep for randoms, and my arms move automatically until Verena, Vasili, and Dominik are crawling around me like little fleas.
My nephew is a teenager and becoming more like his annoying-ass dad every fucking day as he holds out a piece of paper to me. “Sign this, my dad will only bitch about it.”
The benefits of whoever named us fixating on a single letter means we all have the same signature and I do it easily. If he wants to fuck about it’s none of my business, I’m the fun uncle cheering him on, but I attempt to be responsible and ask, “What pissed you off?”
There’s no heat in my voice and Viktor acts sketchy as fuck, making me have to fucking read when I’ve just woke up.It’s only a fight; after the first one he had he should know none of us give a fuck, even Inessa, who has an unachievable goal of making all the kids productive members of society, didn’t rage about his fight. She did threaten the kid’s dad and ruin his business, so he had to file for bankruptcy like that’s any less violent than what we do.
Viktor’s voice is low and filled with hurt as he mumbles, “She was talking shit about my eye.”
There’s not a girl’s name on the sheet and his fists are scuffed. He follows his dad’s rules of not hitting women and only hurting them with his mouth. So, I sit up fully, grabbing the side of his face and inspect his eye. The older he’s getting the more it grows, and the tear drop inky blob is all of our failure. The scar running through the tail of his brow and over his cheek bone brings more attention to it when it’s inflamed but that will go down when the weather warms up. There are models and shit who have the same condition; theirs might be from birth rather than some dickhead beating a child, but it doesn’t make a difference. He’s a Vartanov, beauty is in our DNA.
Keeping my tone even to hide my emotions, I let his head go to its normal position as I ask, “Want me to become her stepdad so she leaves you alone?”
I can’t beat on a kid, it’s my only rule. Everything else I can and will do for my family, but kicking the shit out of some twelve year old seems too far. A small body launches themselves at my back and tries to fucking choke me out as Vero shouts, “Vasy, no.”
Verena makes it worse as she tries to pull her brother off me and I’m being attacked by fucking toddlers when Dominik joins in.They both start roaring over each other and I hold myself rigid as I look at Viktor.
“Is that spit or did one of them just piss on me?”
He tilts his head to look at his brother and answers nonchalantly. “Dom is trying to bite you.”
I stretch my arms behind me and grab the toddler to pull him over my head. He’s disgusting and drools in a line over my shoulder as he smiles like a psycho.
“Does it look like I’m food?” I ask.
He nods and balls his fists, trying to punch me in the face as Vasy wraps his arms tighter around my neck. Verena must be pulling on him because I sway back, avoiding getting my ass kicked.
I shake the little shit off and grab Dom, making sure his arms are stuck at his sides so he can’t lash out.
“Be good, Nikita, or I’ll tell your mama.”
He scowls at me and nods once mechanically. It gets his partner in crime to calm the fuck down too and they both sit down, taking a thigh each as Vero lets out an exhausted breath and swipes the back of her hand off her forehead to sit beside me.
I ignore the way the little psychos begin to trade blows against my chest. It’s cute as fuck when they get angry and try to do it harder, seeing that I’m unaffected. I flick my chin for Viktor to continue and he takes a step back from the brats as he hesitates.
“Jax had a broken arm because of his stepdad so I said it was me.”
“Okay, what about the little bitch?”
“I found masks on Vlad’s floor, so we wore them and chased her after school. But Jax fell over, and his arm was already broken so I told the teacher that I hit him and that’s how he did it otherwise he wasn’t allowed to go to the hospital.”
My good mood dies, and the psycho toddlers sense it, looking up at me with their hands paused. I put each of them on their feet and my tone hardens, knowing the feeling of the one person who shouldn’t raise their hand to you doing it.
“Get ready, I’ll deal with the fucker.”
He leaves, taking his shadows with him, like a mother duck and its ducklings waddling behind him as Vero grabs the back of the toddlers’ T-shirts, forming a lead. She’s her mother’s daughter and she warns them, “No fight or tell papa.”
When the door clicks closed the bathroom finally opens and Stasi walks out, craning her neck so she’s not part of the daycare. Extending my voice, I call her to me in an unconventional way.
“You washed the memories away so soon?”
She straightens her shoulders and drops my jaw along with her towel as she takes one of my T-shirts and pulls it over her head. She hasn’t washed her hair and only small strands stick to her neck. Fuck, she’s stunning.She’s glowing and grows in beauty as she sways her hips, taking slow steps towards me.
“Yup, used your razor to shave my legs too.”
Grabbing her hips, I pull her between my legs and debate how long I have to catch the prick; it’s a weekend so he should be home all day, but my stubborn sweetness keeps her lips out of reach as I massage up her thighs.I rock her back and forward, but she doesn’t allow any space for my hands, so I resort to using my mouth.
“Jokes on you, I use that to shave my balls.”
I could get used to having her every morning; one day I’ll actually wake up with her in bed next to me, but she’s still here.
She turns, takes a seat on my thigh, and strokes across my shoulders as she acts like a little shit.
“You shave your balls?”
There’s no one that could overhear, but I’ll never humiliate Stasi in front of an audience, that’s malicious, when it’s only our ears it’s playful. Pressing my lips to her cheek, I move closer to her ear and I’m fully hard at the memory.
“They were on your chin and forehead last night, you didn’t notice?”
How the fuck she’s standing is beyond me, but I’ll reap the benefits.I’m not the only one reliving it and her legs drop open despite the curse under her breath.
“Dick.”
Lust coats my voice as I slowly trail my fingers up her thigh, and she smells like me, making my voice deeper. “Nah, balls, sweetness. The things just below.”
She grabs my wrist when I reach her inner thigh and the cutest pink flush warms the apples of her cheeks as she whines, “I’m sore.”
Fuck me, she’s even better playing shy.Kissing her cheek so I can feel her blush, I lay her on the bed and lean on my good knee as I slowly lift the hem of the T-shirt. When she tries to stop me, I soften my voice and press my lips over the center of her chest.
“I just want to see.”
It works and she loosens her fingers with her legs opening up for my viewing. I hold her inner thighs and keep her open. Fuck. Me. She’s all pretty and swollen. She sucks in a breath as I softly blow on her swollen pussy and I watch her as I lean closer. Her chest stutters as I lightly trace her lips with the tip of my tongue and my dick fights to escape my shorts, but I don’t want to fuck her. I want to fuck with her and I continue alternating between soft licks and blowing directly on her clit. There’s no motivation to make her come, I want her to be relaxed and unable to deny that I’m the only one who can do this for her.
Fuck, I’m pathetic.
I’d become her fucking slave, wipe her ass and clean up after her, if it meant that I could steal more of her time. I can’t help the words leaving me, knowing she’ll be pissed and talk back as I kiss the point her lips meet. “Took it like a champ, sweetness.”
Her palm lightly slaps against my forehead. She pushes me away with a huff and an eye roll.