Chapter Six

Grim

B ailey threw her head back and screamed as Saint's cock slammed into her ass. Fuck, she looked hot. I pinched her nipples. They were so fucking pink and hard. Her nipples weren't small either. Just the way I liked them. A little bigger than a quarter.

Her pussy was so wet. So fucking tight. I could feel every inch of her on my cock. And as Saint pounded her from behind, it inched her deeper down my shaft. We rocked her back and forth between us.

I reached down to play with her clit. " Good girl , Bailey. Good fucking girl ."

Saint and I locked eyes as he hammered into her porcelain white ass. He was a beast. A feral animal. The more he grunted and growled, the harder it made me. The more it made me want to be punished by him too.

As if reading my mind, he reached down between us and cupped my balls. "You like that?"

I nodded and spread my legs farther apart. "Squeeze harder. You know I like it rough."

He smirked and shoved a finger in my ass. I let out a deep moan as he burrowed it all the way in. He bucked hard into Bailey, shoving her down my cock. She grounded against me, her moans getting deeper.

"That's it, baby. Cum for us. Mmm." As I rocked into her, Saint added another finger into my ass. "Fuck… yeah. Yeah, don't stop."

Poe climbed onto the bed and got on his knees. He cried out as he jerked himself off. As his cum spurted out in thick hot ropes, he sprayed it over my stomach and across Bailey's breasts.

"Fucking filthy." I smeared his cum across Bailey's chest.

"I'm coming," Bailey rasped.

Saint fisted her hair and yanked her head back as he pounded into her ass harder. "Cum, baby."

The sight sent me over the edge. My cock pulsed with need. With release. I felt it rush forward and just as Bailey let out a scream, I flooded her pussy with my cum.

She clenched around me as I drove forward.

Saint worked her in circles, grinding deep as he chased his orgasm. He growled as he came, his fists squeezing her ass cheeks till they were bruised. She was filled with so much of our cum now, it oozed down her thighs. And it was fucking beautiful.

Bailey collapsed onto the bed, draping herself across Poe. "Fuck," she murmured.

Saint eyed me hungrily. He wasn't finished. Not even close. I gave him a wink and flipped onto my stomach. With his and Bailey's cum still coating his cock, he slipped easily into my ass.

"Oh, fuck," I grabbed onto the edge of the mattress .

Poe wrapped his arms around Bailey, pulling her to his chest. "Watch, little fox."

I kept my gaze on her as Saint's massive cock stretched me. I was so fucking hard I could have cut a hole in the mattress. "Play with yourself for me, baby girl."

Bailey's breath hitched. She spread her legs and slid a finger down her slit. Poe pulled her pussy lips back. "Oh baby, look at you. Fuck. Show Daddy Grim how deep you can get that finger of yours."

I licked my lips as I watched her finger disappear in between her folds. "In and out, little fox. Finger fuck yourself hard for me."

"Yes, daddy," she rasped. Poe kept her pussy peeled back as she worked that creamy finger of hers in circles around her clit and then back inside her sopping wet pussy.

Saint slapped my ass as he drove in harder. I bucked against him. Fuck . "Is that all you got?" I taunted him.

He snarled and smacked me harder.

" Fuck ," I yelled. I loved the pain. Fucking loved it.

"Is that hard enough for you?" Saint grunted.

The ridges of his cock pulsed and throbbed deep inside my tender flesh, rubbing, and swelling against me until it felt like my insides were on fire. I pushed myself up to my knees and fisted my cock. I stroked in slow rhythmic motions, squeezing my shaft from base to tip.

"I wanna cum with you," I moaned.

"Fuck. Right there. Fuuck ." Saint smacked his hand down on my ass as his thick hot cum filled my ass.

"Oh, fuck. Mmm, yeah." I jerked myself furiously and another load came barreling out, soaking the mattress underneath me. " Ahhh, fuck yeah ."

Bailey's moans erupted soon after as she watched Saint cum inside me. She pumped her finger faster, arching her back into Poe as he pinched down on her clit. She rolled her hips as a deep guttural cry wrenched out of her.

The four of us lay there breathless, watching each other. Looking over every inch of each other's bodies. It was never enough. I could fuck them over and over again.

But Bailey did need sleep actually. We rode her hard today.

I scooped her up in my arms. "Let's get you back in your real bed, little fox. You did so good today."

She nodded, her eyelids fluttering.

After we tucked her in upstairs, we went into the ensuite bathroom to clean up.

Saint stood behind me. "Here let me clean up my mess." He ran a warm washcloth between the folds of my ass, sending another shiver to my cock. As rough as he was, he could be gentle too. Sometimes it was the softer touches that I fucking craved. After I tasted the pain.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to fucking need to cum again," I rasped.

Poe chuckled as he jumped into the shower. "Like that would be the worst thing," he teased.

Saint kicked my leg out, forcing my stance to widen. He reached up underneath, grazing my balls with the washcloth. He ran it up and down my thighs in slow circular movements. My stomach tightened with need. Fuck.

I gripped the counter. "It's been a long time since you touched me like this. Bailey brings out your softer side."

Saint reached around and fisted my cock. "I know you like slow torture. The fucking agony of feeling every nerve on your body come alive."

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as he stroked me from tip to base, my lips quivering. "Yeah… keep going just like that. Fuck."

I heard the shower curtain slide open and knew Poe was watching. That was his thing. And I loved putting on a show. I leaned back into Saint's chest as he unraveled me. His grip was strong and firm as he squeezed my cock with every jerk. The blood rushed to the tip of my cock, sending shockwaves to my core. I moaned louder as he wrapped the washcloth around my balls with his other hand. He inched it up, toward my ass, tugging it between my cheeks. My knees trembled as every ounce of pleasure was drawn out.

"Fuck. I'm coming. Harder," I rasped, my mouth dry.

Saint bit down on my shoulder and growled. "I want to feel your dirty hot cum all over my hand. Right fucking now."

"Uhhh… Fuuck." My cum burst out as I hit my peak. It was too much. My vision blurred as my orgasm rocked through me.

Saint held my cock in his hand, stroking it gently as I rode the orgasm out. "Fuck, your cum is so hot. So thick. Mmm, I just want to keep playing with you."

"Fuck, we're never going to leave this bathroom if we don't stop," I panted.

Poe stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. "I could watch all night." He eyed my cum soaked cock still in Saint's hand.

I arched an eyebrow at him. "See something you like, Poe?" I teased.

He licked his lips. "You know how much I love the taste."

I nodded and propped myself up on the counter. I fisted my cock. "Help yourself."

Poe slid his mouth over the tip of my cock and moaned. "Fuck."

I leaned back against the mirror and closed my eyes as he licked and sucked all my cum up. It stirred my cock again, of course. I plunged into his mouth as it became clear that I was as hard as a rock.

Saint chuckled as he left the room. "I'm going to crawl into bed now, boys. See ya in a few. "

I nodded, barely hearing what he said as Poe worked his full lips up and down my shaft. He gripped my thighs, digging his fingers into my flesh.

I ran my thumb across his lips. "Fuck, Poe. I forgot how good you are at this."

He lightly scraped his teeth up my shaft, sending shivers all the way down to the balls of my feet. "Oh yeah, just like that."

As another orgasm gripped me, I cried out and held Poe's head down in place as I filled his mouth with more of my cum. My legs shook as he moaned and flicked his tongue over the tip of my cock, sucking me like I was a fucking popsicle.

"Shit, man. We gotta get some sleep."

Poe wiped his mouth with his hand and smiled. "We can sleep when we're dead."

I rolled my eyes at him but couldn't help but laugh. "Fucking Poe. We are dead, man."

His eyes darkened for a minute. "I know but ever since we found Bailey, I feel more alive than ever."

He was right. She brought all this out in us. Helped us find that joy again.

I cleaned myself up and slid into bed with the others. Bailey was out, purring in her sleep practically. Just one look at her pretty pink nipples made my cock hard again. Fuck no, go to sleep, Grim. But if it were up to me, I would fuck her and them all night.

"Is she still sleeping?" Poe asked as we crowded around the breakfast table.

I nodded into my cup of coffee. "Yeah, we wore our little fox the fuck out." I often wondered what she dreamed about. With all that chaos in her head, I imagined her sleep wasn't as peaceful as it looked .

"We need to talk about her fear of the house," Saint grumbled.

Ever since she moved in, she'd been feeling like there was something else lingering here besides the three of us. But none of us had seen or felt anything. Not saying that she's imagining things, but fuck I don't know…

"We've been trapped here for a long time, and we've always been alone," I quipped.

Saint stood and looked out the kitchen window, his eyes glazing as if his thoughts were a million miles away. "Yeah, but we were also confined to one room until Bailey set us free. It's a possibility that something else could be in here with us. Could have been here this whole time."

I rubbed my jaw, irritated that we were even having this conversation. I didn't want our girl to lose her mind, but she has her demons. "Like what, Saint? Daisy Wickford? That bitch left us here to rot while she crossed over. I hope she's in fucking hell, though."

"Who the fuck knows, Grim? This house has been here for a long time. Longer than even we've been tied to it. But if something is freaking Bailey out, we need to listen."

Poe was awfully quiet as he putzed around the kitchen. I watched as he hummed to himself over a big bowl of pancake batter.

"Aye, Poe? What do you make of all this?" I asked.

He shrugged and kept stirring. "Bailey is going to be so happy when she wakes up. Chocolate chip pancakes are her fucking favorite."

I threw a look at Saint. "That's awesome, Poe. But do you mind joining the current conversation Saint and I are having?"

Poe sighed. "Look, I don't know if we should be worried or not. Let's just be there for her when she needs it. But if she thinks we don't believe her, she'll start shutting us out."

Fuck. The last thing we needed was for her to pull away. Bailey trusted us with her body, but did she trust us with her mind? With her heart? Our lust-fueled year hasn't lent any time for too many deep discussions. I wasn't one to complain about that. Talking about my feelings wasn't at the top of my list of things to fucking do. But I didn't want her to feel like she couldn't.

"Let's just keep an eye out. If there is some other fucking spirit lurking about, it's avoiding the three of us on purpose," Saint spat as he finished up the rest of his coffee. "And if it's even half as depraved as the three of us, Bailey will be in fucking trouble."

The ladle clanked against the ceramic bowl as Poe dropped it. "That's not going to fucking happen. No one hurts our little fox but us."

We nodded in agreement, a silent pact to keep what's ours safe and secure.

And if I find any other vile creatures in here besides us, I'll fucking burn this house down before I let it have her.