Page 102 of My Crazy Killers
“Dios mio!” I exclaim as they fill me up.
“Fuck,” Pete growls in my ear. “I’ve missed hearing you swear in Spanish so much, baby.” He kisses my neck, then whispers, “Hold on to Sly’s neck. I’m gonna lift you up.”
I don’t understand what he means, but I lift my arms and cling to Sly as Pete’s hands find my thighs and lift. As he raises me up, I realize they both must have been squatting uncomfortably to reach me before. But now that Pete’s holding me, I’m at the right height for them both. Sly pushes us back until Pete is leaning against the tiled wall and squeals. “That’s cold!”
I giggle at his girlish squeal, but when he thrusts his hips, it instantly changes to a moan. “Peter!” I cry out, which makes Sly literally growl as he stares down at me. He starts to hammer into me until I call out his name, “Sly!”
“Mmm, much better,” he whispers before lifting my chin and kissing me. His fingers thread into the hair at the back of my head as he deepens the kiss. My body hums like a livewire, each thrust sending fire through my veins. I can feel my orgasm building as my hands paw at Sly, desperate to reach that peak as quickly as possible.
The more they touch me, the more I can forget about the past few weeks. The more I’m reminded of where I am now. Sly’s free hand starts to strum over my nipple, making me whimper as he pounds into me. My fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on until I feel like I can’t breathe.
Ripping my mouth from his, I beg, “Harder, Sly!”
His teeth scrape along my neck before he asks, “You want more, baby?”
“I want everything,” I answer instantly.
He thrusts so hard that he makes Pete grunt behind me. “Fucking Christ, man.”
Sly doesn’t stop, and I can barely get more words out to ask him, “Does it hurt?”
“No, he’s just shoving you so hard onto my cock I‘m not sure I can last. I’m gonna blow my load before you come.”
“No, you’re not,” Sly tells him, his palm resting on the wall beside Pete’s head for leverage. “You’re going to wait until our sweet little Wren comes on my cock.”
A whimper escapes me, and he grins. “Holy shit! Are you grinning?” Pete asks in shock.
“So hot,” I whisper, as I stare up into Sly’s beautiful face.
His grin fades, replaced with something full of fire and heat. It’s not just lust that fills his gaze; it’s something so much deeper, and as he thrusts his hips, pumping his hard cock into me over and over, it’s as if he can’t get close enough, as if he’s trying to reach the very center of me and take up home there.
But he doesn’t need to; he’s already there, all of them are.The five of them are already a part of my soul, my heart. And no time apart could ever take them from me.
“I love you,” I whisper, my hand coming up to cup his cheek. I’ve never seen him look as emotional as he looks right now as he stares down at me. “And I’m not going anywhere.” I think he needs to hear those words; they probably all do. I’m sure they’ve been through a lot these past few weeks, not hearing anything from me.
“No, never again,” he grits out, his hand sliding down from my face to tease my swollen nipples. “Dex had the right idea. I’m going to cuff you to me and throw away the key.”
“Shit, stop making me picture her in cuffs. I’m barely hanging on here,” Pete grits out near my ear.
“Are you ready to come for us, my pretty little bird?” Sly asks, and I quickly nod.
“Please.” He moves his hand down further, pressing on my clit, and that’s all I need to send me over the edge. He presses his mouth to mine, silencing my scream as my pussy squeezes him tight. I feel Pete find his own release as he gently bites down on my shoulder and grunts. It seems to go on just as long as my own orgasm, and just as my body starts to relax, Sly slams into me one last time, and I feel him shoot his release inside me. His jaw tightens, and he grunts, and that sets me off again as a second orgasm hits me.
My head drops back on Pete’s shoulder as I cry out. My body is flooded with overwhelming sensations, from where they are both connected to me. I can barely tell where they end and I begin, and when I feel my energy dropping, I wrap my arms around Sly’s neck so I don’t fall.
But they keep me pressed between them as we all pant heavily, only the sound of our breath and the waterfilling the room.
That is, until Dex’s loud voice rings out. “Hurry up! It’s almost midnight!”
“Shit, we can’t miss it!” Pete says as he starts to pull his cock out of my ass. I whimper, still feeling sensitive there, and he chuckles. “It’s okay, angel. I got you.”
The next minute is spent with me clinging to them as they clean me up between my legs, then I’m lifted in Pete’s arms and soon find myself being towel dried by them both. Pete catches sight of my smile and grins. “What are you smiling about?”
“This. You. Everything.”
He gives me a quick peck on the lips, then I’m quickly swept into the empty bedroom. Sly pulls one of Dex’s shirts on over my head. It hangs to my knees, and I lift the front to sniff it. I sigh with contentment. It smells like him.
“I missed sleeping in your shirts,” I admit as Pete grabs my hand and leads me back out to the main suite.
