Reaching up the length of my back, he releases my bra with a flick of his fingers and I shed it, marveling at the feel of the cool glass against my breasts.
Below us, Chicago stirs, unaware I’m looking out as I’m about to get thoroughly fucked.
“Drake, Grey, please. I need you. Please, Sy.” I don’t realize I’m begging until the words are out of my mouth and I don’t regret a single one.
Drake is back on his feet before I can have any other kind of reaction and I turn around, working the buttons of his shirt free.
I need to feel him. I peel back the white material to reveal black swirls across rippling muscle, and I’m tempted to run my tongue over every single one.
For once I give in to my temptations and it is bliss. I’m damn tired of not having what I want when I want. I put my hands on his shoulders and push the shirt free from his arms. I lean in and our moans collide when my tongue runs over the first swirl of ink curling beneath his left pec. I continue my path up his chest, only stopping to work the tip of his nipple with a flick of my tongue. I take the small peak between my lips and suck.
He must like that because he grips my hips, hauls me up his body, and bruises his lips against mine. Cool glass chills my back while enough heat to warm hell over twice consumes me from the front.
He growls loudly into my mouth, and I have my legs around his thick waist, the hard ridge of his cock between my legs. I gasp at the rough sensation of his zipper against my sensitive lips and my needy clit demands more. I move my hips over him and moan from the delicious feel, my back arching just enough to cause my bare nipples to brush over his chest. One shock leads to another, and I clasp the hard peaks between my fingers, giving a hard tug.
A jolt of savage need takes a hold of me causing warm liquid to slip from my tight channel to drench the front of his slacks.
“You’re a fucking beauty when you get excited for us.”
Drake skims his hands over my thighs, working his way around until he has my ass in the palms of his hands. He kneads the plump flesh and I grind against his bulge. Holding my weight with one arm, he frees his engorged cock. Cum leaks from the head and I reach between our bodies and position him at the entrance of my pussy.
He tenses and makes a move to pull away. “Are you sure, Katriona? Once I take you, once we take you. There’s no other life waiting for you. Just us.”
I know what he is asking, and I’m touched he cares for me so much when it would be so easy to fuck me and not worry about the part that comes after having hellacious sex.
“I’m protected. The pill. And even if you do get me pregnant, I belong to you. All of you.” Sylan and Grey shed their clothes while I was dry humping their friend. “Right?”
I turn to Sylan, feeling his hands in my hair. “Fuck yes. Ours and ours alone. We don’t share well with others despite our particular arrangement.” He’s growling again, and I love the thrill of belonging.
I dig my heels into Drake’s ass as the fat head of his cock pushes into the tight grip of my pussy.
“Fuck yes,” I groan into Grey’s mouth as he dips his head for a kiss.
As if using every muscle in his body Drake holds me tight and thrusts. I angle my hips and when he does it again, he hits my clit and I cry into Grey’s mouth.
Between the three of them I’m safe, protected. Their strength is my own.
“Hard...harder,” I rasp. I love Drake’s strength and love the way he already has the pressure of my release building.
“This is only a warm-up. There's no way we’ll be satisfied having you only once. Fuck, it’s going to take a lifetime and then maybe that won’t be enough.”
He lifts me off him and then uses his strength to drive in as he lowers me. I lean back, pressed up against the window and tighten my legs as he fucks me hard and fast.
Each time he thrust in, my pussy grips his cock. His biceps flex and the abs I’ll have my tongue on again soon enough ripple from coiled pressure building. I know because I feel it too.
This is hot, wet, and wicked, and nothing of how I saw my morning going. A little over three hours ago I would have guessed I’d be waking up right about now, showering and putting on that ugly mustard uniform for the millionth time. Not taking my pleasure wrapped around a filthy-minded mobster.
Just seeing his glistening cock slip from my body sticky and wet with my juices has me close to the edge.
I’m not the only one who likes the view. His, Grey’s and Drake’s attention is locked on where our bodies are united, and I clench the velvety walls of my pussy around him.
“You’re the angel that’s going to be our death. That’s it, take what you want.” His voice is a rough baritone.
Sylan reaches between us and spreads my folds so Grey can lean in and tongue my clit.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream. Warm lips curl around me and I’m seeing the stars of a million worlds appear just behind my closed eyes.
I grab him by the hair and he takes my mouth in a bruising kiss, my juices coating his tongue. Sylan has taken over torturing my clit and I’m bucking wildly.