Second sets omnibus, p.94
Second Sets Omnibus, page 94
With shaky fingers, I pull my thong down and take a deep breath. I’ve been naked in front of them before. Years ago. Multiple times. Weeks ago, they looked through my window, watching as I brought myself to completion. I’m not insecure about what pregnancy did to my body. But sometimes, I wonder if they still look at me the same. Or expect the same girl I was back then with the tiny waist, average boobs, and tiny butt.
I’m not as thin as I once was. Curves took over my body when Lyric announced herself to the world, enhancing everything. Those new curves brought on the stretch marks pulling at my breasts, butt, stomach, and on the skin around my knees. I’ve always felt so comfortable inside my skin. I’m me. No one else. No matter the marks lining my body or where the fat situates itself. I’m still River West. Doubt creeps into the back of my mind when silence echoes loudly through the room. Nothing but our breaths. No one moves a muscle or ruffles fabric. They just…stare with heated gazes, zeroing in on my heaving chest.
“So fucking beautiful,” Callum whispers, slowly climbing over the edge of the bed until he’s hovering just above me. His gray eyes lock on mine with a slight grin, marveling at the artwork before him. “Every inch of you deserves to be worshiped. One day, I’ll take my time. But I’m aching, Little Star. I need to be inside of you. I can’t wait for a second longer,” he murmurs, brushing his lips desperately against mine until his tongue plunges into my mouth.
“Please, Cal,” I murmur through heavy breaths. “Please, do it.” I can’t stand it any longer, squirming beneath him and seeking the friction I crave.
“Yes, Little Star,” he rumbles with a gasp. His jaw falls open when the tip of his dick slowly stretches me wide open, settling snuggly against my pulsating walls.
I groan, spreading my legs further to accommodate him more, aching to feel him deep inside me. My mind begs him to move faster–go quicker. He’s so goddamn thick and throbbing when he bottoms out, groaning with deep satisfaction.
“Even better than I remember,” he murmurs breathlessly. “You’re so fucking perfect. You’re so fucking mine,” he murmurs with a strained expression.
“Fuck, Cal,” I moan through shuddering breaths. “Please move. Please.”
“You never have to beg me, Little Star. Whatever you want, I’ll do it,” he whispers, pulling back again and slamming his hips into mine. For an eternity, he stays there, soaking up the feel of me wrapped around him. Only to pull out and slam into me again and again.
I cry out, running my nails down his back with a gasp. He fills me up. Every crevice. Every fucking molecule. I’m so fucking full of him that I can’t help but moan his name as the blinding white pleasure snaps across my body.
He grunts, slowly working himself in and out of me until his eyes roll into the back of his head. His taut muscles shudder with exertion as he slams home one last time. My pussy flutters again when a set of fingers moves over my throbbing clit, throwing me into orgasm sent straight from the wicked skies above. My toes curl. My heart pounds and breaths rage out of control. Static takes over my hearing, muffling out the breathless words of the men around me.
“Fuck,” Callum grunts, stilling as he places his forehead against mine. “Little Star. I’ll fight for you to the moon and back. Through the damn galaxy and beyond. I’ll love you until my last dying breath.”
I brush my lips against his. “I love you, too,” I murmur, warmth spreading through my chest.
In a daze, I barely notice the bed dipping beside me. Rad lies against the thick, wooden headboard, lazily stroking his hard, pierced cock. I don’t know when he got naked, but I can only imagine it was the moment he walked into this room. My eyes zero in on the shiny metal at the tip of his dick forming a cross through his mushroom tip.
“You on birth control, Pretty Girl?” Rad asks, lounging beside me with his dick in his hand, slowly pumping it up and down. Glistening pre cum falls from his slit as he spreads it around. “It’s okay if you’re not,” he murmurs with a mischievous grin.
I blink several times at his question when it finally penetrates through the fog. Not like birth control did me any good the last time they knocked me up so damn easily. Although I blame the antibiotics. My idiotic doctor didn’t warn me about the consequences of fucking while treating potential infections after my attack. Well, lesson fucking learned.
“I’m on birth control. I have an IUD.” I raise my brow when he shrugs.
“Get rid of it then, Pretty Girl. You don’t need it anymore. All you need is us.” He swallows hard, a vulnerability wrinkling his brows. I’m not exactly sure what’s going through his mind. I know it’s pulling him into the depths of something and killing his mood. Something is bothering him about the whole situation.
Reaching up, I take his free hand into mine, gently squeezing. “Maybe when I marry you,” I say, winking.
“Fuck yes. I can’t wait to marry you and use my baby batter to knock you up. I missed it the first time around. I won’t miss it again.”
Ah, okay. There’s the reason Rad’s looking like someone kicked his dog. It all makes sense. And I get it. They weren’t here for the pregnancy. A part of me is thankful that they didn’t get to see me in all my pregnant glory. Because, yeah, sometimes pregnancy isn’t glorious. For me, at least. But I wouldn’t be opposed if they want that in the long run. But for now, I want to get to know them again.
“I wouldn’t mind that,” Callum murmurs, kissing my cheek. With great reluctance, Callum pulls out of me with a pained expression. “I miss you already,” he whispers in my ear, leaving one last kiss on my jaw before climbing to the side of me.
“Sorry, River Blue,” Kieran pants, taking Callum’s place on top of me as Rad desperately holds my hand. “I can’t take another minute without being inside you.” He shakes his head, hovering above me. “It’ll be quick,” he rasps, pulling my left leg over his shoulder. “But I’m so damn desperate for you.”
And with that, Kieran enters me hurriedly. Plunging into the depths of my pussy with one thrust and a grunt of satisfaction. His mouth forms an O as his eyes squeeze shut. All movements stop. Nothing but our ragged breaths echo through the room again.
“You feel like heaven,” he murmurs, pulling out and pushing back in torturously slow.
The entire room falls away. All the noise. The lights. Even the guys disappear completely. Leaving only Kieran and me staring deep into each other’s eyes. He groans, holding still, cradling my face between his palms. “You’re my own fucking paradise. I’m never leaving this again. You’re stuck with me forever. My Blue. My girl.” His breaths quicken when his lips meet mine, solidifying the bond we’ve always held.
Something deep clicks inside me as our tongues dance together in an unhurried kiss. He takes his time with me. Never going too fast. Or too slow. It’s just the right amount. Kieran doesn’t show his love through just words. He never has. It’s always been the kisses and the fucking. Hell, even the guitar on the hill. He’s showing me now how much I mean to him and savoring every moment of our time together.
“Please, please, please,” I moan, swirling my fingers over my clit. “Please fuck me, Knight. I need to cum.”
Pulling back, he stares into my eyes with heavy breaths. “Is that what you want?” he murmurs until I’m nodding. “Say it for me, River Blue. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Fuck. Me,” I growl, curling my toes when he slams his hips into mine, filling the room with the sharp sound of slapping skin. “Oh, Knight,” I moan, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Cum for me, River Blue. Let’s do this together. I’m going to paint your pussy with my cum. It’s yours. It belongs to you. Just like I do. Now cum!” He grunts, slamming into me and rocking my body with every damn thrust.
White hot static blares behind my closed eyelids as another orgasm rips me in half. My pussy clenches around Kieran’s length, eagerly holding him in place as he releases himself inside me with a loud, satisfied moan with my name on his lips.
“Holy hell, River Blue. You’re ours forever now,” he breathes, slowly lowering my leg to the bed. “Forever and ever,” he whispers, kissing my lips. “I don’t think I’ve cum that hard since I bent you over that dining room table.”
“I’m boneless,” I groan, still squeezing Rad’s hand like a lifeline. “I don’t think I can move.”
Nope. Can’t move a muscle. My bones are Jell-O, and my muscles are mashed potatoes. I’m so dead from all this fucking. And I still have two more dicks to include. Whoever said being a part of a why-choose relationship was a good idea? Those women in books can go for hours. Me? I’m dead after two dick downs. How can I handle four again? They’ll kill me before I have another orgasm.
God save me.
“You’re going to have to, Pretty Girl,” Rad says, tugging my hand so my eyes connect with his. “I’ve got a seat for you. I’ve saved it for five years now. Hop aboard.”
I blink several times as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning at my stunned expression.
“You want me to—”
“Yup! Ride my face, Pretty Girl. Straddle my head so I can lick you from clit to ass. I want to taste everything you’ve done. You. Them. Consider me the clean-up crew.” His pupils dilate to almost black at the idea of me smothering him as I ride out another orgasm.
Shit. Another one? Can I even pull another one out of my body? Will this be death by sex? Prepare my casket. I’m about to die a pleased but worn out girl.
“Jesus,” Kieran murmurs, slowly pulling out of me with a deep, vibrating groan.
“The clean-up crew, dude?” Asher barks out a soft laugh, shaking his head with a grin from the end of the bed where he watches everything unfold with rapt attention.
“I forgot what this was like,” Callum muses softly from beside us with a satisfied expression.
You and me both, buddy.
“Uh, yeah. And you can act as her gag,” Rad says, raising a no-nonsense brow in Asher’s direction. “It’s time to double-team our girl, or she’s going to fall asleep with only half the team inside her. Operation Fill River Up is on.” He grins, curling a finger in my direction. “Come on, Pretty Girl.” I blow out a breath, lazily rolling to my stomach, and crawl toward him with the last of my energy.
Like a hawk zoning in on his prey, he watches me every step of the way.
“You’re ridiculous,” I grumble with Jell-O for limbs when he pulls me into his lap, grinning maniacally.
“Rad-iculous, you mean,” he quips as a suddenly serious expression passes over his face. He shakes his head, gripping my waist tightly. “I’ve been dreaming of you for years, Pretty Girl. You’re the only one who has ever been on my damn mind. I want to savor everything. I want to lick you clean and then make love to you. I’ve been ready for weeks. Hell, years. I’ll tattoo your name across my cock so everyone knows who he rises for. Every inch of you calls to me. Please indulge me,” he says, staring straight into my eyes.
“One more orgasm…such a hardship,” I quip, grinning when he leans in and takes my lips captive. No, seriously. It’s a fucking hardship. My body shakes with every movement I make.
“Good. Now, ride my damn face. Smother me with your pussy until I suffocate and die. In the best damn way. Just make sure my grave says something sexy like… Here lies Rad, who smothered under his girl’s pussy and choked on her cum.” A dreamy look crosses over his face when he thinks about what will come. You know, me preferably. If I can manage not to fall over.
With a quick peck to my lips, Rad shimmies his way down the bed, leaving me straddling his bare chest. Those pleading brown eyes stare up at me. “Climb on my face,” he demands, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks, encouraging me to scoot forward.
“Okay,” I say through a heavy breath, slowly making my way up his body until my pussy dangles just above his mouth, filled to the brim with my previous encounters with Kieran and Callum.
Excitement hums through Rad when he looks me up and down. “Sit,” he whispers, blowing hot air against my lips and sending shivers down my spine. “Asher, dude. Get over here!” he shouts before shoving his tongue into my pussy and back out.
I cry out, looking for leverage to hang onto and find it when Asher’s lean body stands at the edge of the bed. His wide, hazel eyes take us in as my hand clamps down on his, begging for something to grip onto. I throw my head back with a groan, nearly coming when Rad’s tongue plunges in and out of me. Back and forth. Up and down. Wetting every inch of me from below. Not a spot goes untouched, driving me fucking wild.
“Little Brat,” he murmurs, leaning over and kissing my lips. “You’re good with this?” he whispers, holding my face in his palms. I nod, moaning at the sensations working through me. “Good. Now, stroke me, baby,” he whispers, guiding my hand to his hard-as-steel dick.
Asher’s breaths blow out of control when he thrusts into my hand, twitching wildly in my grasp. “You’re hard as hell, Evil Ash,” I murmur against his lips. “You like this?” I bravely ask, earning a groaned yes in return. “Good. Fuck my hand, Asher. But don’t cum yet. Wait until Rad bends me over and fucks me so I can use you as my gag. I want your cum down my throat, not in my palm. Right?” He nods frantically, slowing his pace.
“Yes, Little Brat,” he heaves, sucking my tongue into his mouth and getting lost in the sensation.
I moan into Asher’s mouth when Rad’s fingers creep up my backside and twirl around my ass. “God, yes!” I shiver as another orgasm peeks around the corner.
Fire licks at every fucking nerve, working its way toward my over-sensitive center. The second Rad’s thumb enters my tight ass, I come undone, convulsing another orgasm.
“Holy fucking shit,” Rad murmurs from beneath me, lifting me off his face. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever tasted and done. You’re so fucking amazing, Pretty Girl. Are you ready for the last bit? I’m going to fuck your pussy. Asher’s going to cum down your throat. And you’re going to like it.”
“I sure fucking am,” I breathe, pulling my hand away from Asher.
“Get on all fours, Little Brat,” Asher demands with a flushed expression creeping up his neck. All his veins protrude beneath his skin, showing me he’s holding back.
There’s a snark on the tip of my tongue. Naturally, I want to fight back against his demand. Tell him to make me do what he says, but I don’t have it in me. I’m horny as hell, ready to take them both. But exhaustion sweeps through me at a demanding rate.
I crawl on my hands and knees to the center of the bed and present myself, sucking in several breaths. Rad’s fingertips brush down my spine, tingling as he draws patterns.
“You should see yourself,” Rad murmurs, gripping my ass cheeks tightly and pulling them apart to expose me to his gaze. “You’re more beautiful than I’ve ever seen. I’m so madly, deeply in love with you. My chest aches for you. I definitely won’t last long, but I want you to know that next time we’re chaining you to the bed for a whole night of worship.”
“Damn right, we are,” Kieran’s gruff voice agrees from my other side as he plops down on the bed, leaning on his elbow.
“Hang on, Pretty Girl. This is going to be a bumpy ride,” Rad rasps, thrusting deep inside me with one go. “This right here is heaven, boys,” he gasps, wildly pumping into me.
“You’re good?” Asher asks, clutching my jaw in his hand. I nod, opening my mouth, awaiting the treat I’m about to receive.
“You can finally cum,” I murmur, running my tongue over his tip.
“Please, Little Brat.”
His gasp echoes through the room when I suck him completely into my mouth, running my tongue over his slit. My cheeks hollow out, swallowing him whole.
“Shit!” Rad pants from behind.
I moan around Asher’s length when Rad’s hand slaps down on my asscheek, leaving behind a delicious sting.
“You liked that, didn’t you, Little Brat?” Asher grunts, breathlessly slamming his hips into my face, using me for his pleasure. His loud moans fill the room when his fingers curl into my hair, holding me in place.
I couldn’t answer if I tried.
Rad gently rubs the reddened spot on my ass. Leaning over, his chest presses into my back. As he whispers sweet words into my ear.
“I’m so close, Pretty Girl. You’re amazing, you’re...mah—” His pace slows until he stills, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. Warm breaths caress my skin when he lays his forehead against my shoulder, panting wildly.
Rad doesn’t try to move away, keeping himself buried deep inside me as his cock slowly deflates.
“Never leaving. I’m sleeping with my dick inside you. He’s finally home,” Rad mutters nonsensically.
“Fuck,” Asher pants, throwing his head back when his salty cum jets into my mouth and dribbles down my throat. “Holy hell, Little Brat.” Frantically, he pulls out, clasping my jaw between his palms. “You’re amazing…I…thank you.” Before I can ask him what he’s thanking me for, his lips are on mine. Pulling away, raw emotions sparkle in his glossy eyes. I don’t know what’s going through his head, but something profound rattles around in there.
“Fine, I’ll leave,” Rad grumbles, pulling himself out of me with a whine.
I fall into the bed face-first with a groan. I’m not as young as I used to be. Even if I’m only twenty-four. Nineteen-year-old River could handle four dicks at a time without blinking an eye. But my body feels like I’ve been run through the wringer.
“Pretty Girl! Did I kill you with my dick?” Real concern drips from Rad’s voice as he moves my hair from my face.
“Yes,” I mumble into the comforter. “Just leave me here,” I quip when he chuckles.
“How about a hot shower, baby?” Asher whispers from my other side, moving his fingers through my hair. “We’ll help.”
“You’ll help?” I question, raising a brow and turning myself over. Looking up, I watch Asher’s soft face when he nods.
