Page 25 of My Crazy Killers
“Dios mio!Yes!” I cry, my core begging for any sort of pressure. Elias takes my breast from Sly’s grasp, and I feel him step away. But he doesn’t stop participating.
In typical Sly fashion, he starts directing us. “Elias, move your hand down the back of her tights.” His hand lifts from my ass to find the top edge, and he slowly slides it down, squeezing my bare ass. The feeling of his hand on my skin makes me whimper with need.
“Move your hand lower, until your fingers find her pussy.”
I moan as he does as instructed, and when his fingers gently move through my wet folds and nudge my clit, I cry out.
“That’s her clit, Wren’s extremely sensitive there,” Sly tells him, as if Elias knows nothing about the female body. “First, you’ll want to get your fingers nice and wet withher juices, then you can press two into her, or three if you feel like she can take it.
“Jesus, Sly,” Pete groans. My eyes flick to him as he adjusts himself in his pants, looking almost as needy as I feel.
Sly’s lips are suddenly on my ear as he sucks my lobe into his mouth. I moan out in surprise, and I feel him grin against me. “You want to watch Pete touch himself? You want to see him come while he watches you ride Elias’s fingers?”
That’s the moment Elias chooses to press two fingers into me, making me cry out, “Yes!”
Dex drops one of the armchairs down beside Pete and gestures to it. He gives him a grateful nod, then sinks into the chair and pulls out his already hard cock.
Elias’s teeth graze my nipple, and I cry out, everything he’s doing pushing me fast to a release. I realize that Elias isn’t getting any relief from the current situation, so I pull my hands from his neck and reach blindly between us.
It doesn’t take me long to unbutton his jeans, reach in and pull out his cock. He feels like he has a decent width to him and is definitely more than a handful.
I start to stroke him, and he tears his mouth from my breast and starts kissing up my neck until he reaches my mouth.
With one hand on the back of my head, he holds me to him as his fingers start pumping in and out with the same rhythm I’m using on him. It’s easy to imagine it’s his cock inside me right now, and I wish it were. But I knew it was best to wait until I was fully healed before we did that, as it would be his first time.
“Fuck, Wren. Feeling your hand on me is better than I even imagined,” Elias whispers, moving back to kiss and suck at my neck. I open my eyes to watch Pete as he rubshimself, watching me with a permanent grin etched on his face.
“Did you touch yourself in the shower, imagining it was her?” Dex asks.
Elias surprises me by answering instantly. “Fuck yes. All the time.” Dex laughs, and I moan. “Fuck, baby, I need you to come, I can’t hold out much longer.”
“If you can touch her clit while penetrating her, she will fall apart for you,” Sly instructs him. Elias’s mouth and hand move back down to my breast, and he flicks his tongue over my nipple just as his thumb finds my clit and starts to rub firm circles around it.
“Holy shit!” I cry out, surprising myself when the curse word escapes so easily. But that thought is quickly lost when an extremely powerful release rolls through my body. I grind against Elias’s hand as he milks my orgasm to completion.
“Fuck, yeah,” Pete grits out. I watch with wide eyes as cum flies from his cock, surprising me when it seems to shoot out several feet, landing on the carpeted floor.
I use my free hand to slide into Elias pants and squeeze his balls, that’s all he seems to need as his head tips up, and he groans. I cover his mouth with mine and take control of the kiss as his dick convulses in my hand, soaking my stomach in his release.
When his body starts to deflate, I stop moving and give him a few lingering kisses before pulling back to watch his face.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he whispers before giving me another lingering kiss.
“Back at you,” I say with a grin.
“Alright, now you’ve had your fun. Time to clean up, thenback to bed so you can heal,” Sly commands, killing the moment. But I don’t mind.
Jagger comes in and lays down, and as I glance around at the four guys, making sure none of them are upset with what just happened. I’m met only with looks of warmth and love.
Maybe this could work. Maybe the six of us could stay together after this is all over.
Of course, we were still in Russia, where Ivan seemed to pretty much run the country. And we need to get that list of names to get the guys' names cleared and get back to the states. I heard as much when I woke up and listened to their recount of what happened since Jagger and I were taken.
This wasn’t close to being over, but maybe with all of us finally working together as one unit, we could make this work. Between the six of us, we had a diverse set of skills, and hopefully, if we learned how to use those together, we could make this work.
We could be a team.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
