“Cyril shouldn’t have given you to us,” Ezra goes on, grabbing my hoodie and tearing it off over my body with some help from Ashe beside us. “I’ll never give you back. Isaac’s never going to get you back either. Maybe I’ll keep you out here, huh? All forme.I think I deserve you.”
“I think Isaac would kill you,” Ashe remarks, but he’s already touching me, his fingers teasing against the pale skin of my chest and stomach.
“I’d fight Isaac for Ari,” Ezra laughs, and he kisses mehardbefore I can even think of a reply. His teeth and tongue find mine, biting and nipping before he explores my mouth and lets go of my hands to draw his hands down my sides, nails digging into my skin and making mewrithe.
“Fuck–Ezra!” It hurts in the best way possible, but he pauses, his grip coming to rest on my hips.
“Tell me your safeword one more time, so I know you know how to use it.” He sounds a little bit condescending, but at this moment, I can’t find it in myself to care.
I shudder and say loud enough for them both to hear me, “Terracotta.”
“Good fucking girl.” He smiles, the look dancing between sweet and predatory before suddenly he’s ripping my leggings down my body and pulling my panties down with them. When they’re off, along with my shoes, I’m left just in my bra; it doesn’t shock me when he hooks one finger in the front of my bra and meets my gaze again. “How upset will you be if I rip this?” he purrs.
“Maybe a little upset–”
“Howupset, exactly?” He jerks on it, pulling me up off the ground so that I can feel the cold air on my back as I arch into the air.
“A little bit–”
“Oh, that’s not good enough for me.” Hetwists,and the front of my bra gives, the material holding it together breaking along with the stitches, letting my breasts fall free and I fall back to the ground.
He follows me with a growl, mouth on mine as his hands find my breasts to knead at them and scratch along my sensitive skin with his nails.
My hands move for his hair, but then Ashe is there, pinning me down again with a vicious, sly grin.
“No one said you could touch, darling,” he purrs, a look of enjoyment on his face. “In fact, we like you right there. Pinned under Ezra where you fuckingbelong.”
“Where youalwaysbelong.” Ezra wraps a hand around my neck and pulls back, sitting up to look down at me with a dark-eyed look. “In my opinion, if you’re not under one of the Lost Boys, you’re not in the right place.Ever. There arefiveof us after all, and since we own you, that definitely means you’re here for averyimportant reason.”
Iwantto say something about that because I’m working really hard to move past this ownership thing, but his words are hot, and, well, I want to see where he’s going with them.
Ezra taps me on the nose with one finger before continuing. “You belong to us, so you deserve to getfuckedby us. Anytime. Anywhere. Maybe I’ll see if Cyril will let us take you home for a weekend.” He unbuttons his jeans with one hand as he talks until he can pull his cock free and begins to work himself to full hardness. “Don’t worry about bringing a bag or anything for the sleepover, Ari. There’s no point in wearing clothes around the five of us.”
“Since I’m sure you’re prettier without clothes, does that meanyouaren’t going to be wearing them either?” I say, unwilling to keep my mouth shut. His fingers tighten around my neck, but his eyes flicker with amusement.
“Too bad you’re not going to find out tonight.I’mnot going to be the one on their hands and knees in the dirt getting fucked by two killers, am I?”
I have a very good retort. An amazing one, in fact. But when he pulls away from me just enough to urge me onto my knees in front of him, one hand in my hair to urge me where he wants me to be, I don’t get the chance to say it.
Within a few seconds, I’m over his lap, the hand in my hair making it pretty obvious what he wants.
Which is absolutely fine, because I want it too.
My tongue flicks out to lick at the head of his cock, one hand moving to cover the area his fist had been. He urges me forward until he sits heavy on my tongue but doesn’t force me to move any faster as I slowly take more and more of him in my mouth.
“What a good fucking girl,” Ezra purrs, sitting back with one hand on the ground to balance himself there. “You were just made for this, weren’t you?”
I can’t answer, obviously. But even if I could, my thoughts are instead focused somewhere behind me, where I can feel Ashe’s hands on my thighs and his fingers against my slit.
“Is she wet?” Ezra purrs, gently guiding my head as I suck his cock. “I’ve been hard since she took off running. Tell me she liked the chase just as much.”
“You talk so much, you know,” Ashe murmurs, pressing two fingers into me quickly and scissoring them apart. I gasp at the sudden, welcome intrusion, and Ezra takes that moment to push my face down so my nose is pressed against his pelvis.
“Don’t lose focus, Ari,” he chides. “And I don’t think you need to look, either. You just need to suck my cock like a good little slut for me. Okay?”
I can’t respond to that, either, but he obviously doesn’t need me to. And neither does Ashe. Two fingers become three, and he works me open quickly until finally, he pulls them out and leaves me feeling empty.
I don’t like it. I’d rather be–oh.