by Tate James
For a few moments I rode Zed slow, making him suffer a bit as my breasts bounced above his face. Then Lucas shifted out of his chair and came to stand behind the arm of the couch, his dick hard and ready to go again.
I looked up, locking eyes with him and licking my lips.
"Take it slow," Cass rumbled, slouching back into the seat Lucas had vacated, his fist gripping his dick as he worked it over, coaxing it back up.
Lucas snickered and tugged my mouth open with his fingers on my chin. "Keep up, old man. Just don't give yourself arthritis in the process." He winked at me, full of mischief, then pushed his dick between my lips.
Cass shot back an insult but watched with an unblinking gaze as I took Lucas deeper into my mouth and bounced on Zed's cock. As amusing as I found their banter, I badly wanted all of their participation at the same time, so I obliged by taking things slow and giving Cass a chance to recover.
By the time he smirked and thumbed his hard tip, I was almost losing my mind from anticipation.
"Saint," I moaned, holding Lucas's dick with my fist and watching Cass slick lube all over his cock. "Hurry the hell up."
Lucas and Zed both chuckled at that, but Cass just took it as permission to go slower, stroking the lube up and down his dick and making me jealous of his hand. To distract myself, I licked down the length of Lucas's cock, then closed my mouth over his ball sack, sucking gently and making him gasp.
"That's playing dirty, Angel," Cass scolded as I opened my mouth wider, carefully taking both of Lucas's balls inside while my hand worked his shaft. Zed was growing impatient beneath me, though, and I knew I needed to back off before I accidentally nipped something precious.
"Oh yeah?" I retorted, my gaze following Cass as he moved around to the couch behind me. "What are you gonna do about it, Daddy Cass?"
Zed gave a strangled noise beneath me, his fingers gripping my hips tighter. "Oh shit," he laughed. "Dare..."
"Zeddy Bear," Cass rumbled, seeming to ignore my question as he settled himself behind me. "You're comfortable in your sexuality, aren't you?"
Zed scoffed, "Absolutely."
"Good," Cass replied in a darkly dangerous voice. Oh shit. "Because things are about to get... real snug."
My eyes widened, and I gave a startled gasp as he started to push his lubed-up dick into me. But he hadn't taken the plug out of my ass. Nope, he was going in right alongside Zed, inside my pussy.
"Cass!" I yelped, my hand tightening around Lucas's dick.
"Shhhh," he replied, grunting as he pushed in further. "I've seen you take Lucas's monster and beg for more, Angel; just relax."
He was right, I had. But what the fuck? I still had a dick-sized toy in my ass and now—
"Oh holy fuck," I gasped as my pussy stretched to accommodate two cocks at once. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
"Want me to stop?" Cass asked, pausing and panting as his hand gripped my hip tighter.
I shook my head. "Hell no."
All three of them chuckled the sexiest damn sounds, and Cass pushed in deeper. I was just about as full as humanly possible and in goddamn heaven about it.
"Good," Cass grunted. "Now get Gumdrop’s dick back down your throat and hold the fuck on. I wanna see you come at least three times before he blows his load on your face."
Jesus triple-dicking Christ. If dirty talk could make me come... Cass would be damn near getting close. I did as I was told, opening my mouth wide once more and lapping at Lucas's glistening, salty pre-cum before sucking him deep.
My whole body was just a mass of hypersensitive, overused nerves, and I barely knew what was up or down as they fucked me breathless. It took a bit of wiggling around and muttered conversation between Cass and Zed, but soon they found their rhythm to fuck me together. By the time I’d come a second time in this new scenario, I was so strung out on endorphins I was seeing stars and my whole skin was buzzing.
"Come on, baby," Zed grunted from beneath me, "one more for us. Come one more time, and we'll give you a break."
Both he and Cass reached for my clit at the same time, and I detonated between them. I screamed so long and loud that Lucas slipped out of my mouth, and his own hand took over the job, jerking his dick furiously as I thrashed and moaned between Zed and Cass.
"That's a good girl," Cass purred, grabbing a handful of my hair and tilting my head back even as I still quaked with intense, soul-deep aftershocks. "Go for it, Gumdrop."
Lucas grunted, then a moment later, his hot, wet cum splattered across my face.
I had no chance to catch my breath as Zed and Cass fucked me harder and harder, then Zed started coming. Somehow, his release sparked Cass, and they filled my cunt with their combined ejaculation together. It was hot and filthy, and I was a fucking fan.
After they gently slipped out, cleaned my face up with a cloth, and moved me to rest on the couch between their sweaty bodies, I felt all kinds of empty. Even with the thick plug still snug in my ass. For a while, the only sound in the club was our rough panting. Then I started laughing.
"What's funny?" Zed mumbled from where his head rested on my breast.
"Mm, not funny," I corrected. "But we're definitely doing that again. Holy crap."
Cass chuckled. "Insatiable."
"I'm game," Lucas told me with a smirk, his hand cupping his junk and a hungry look on his face. Yeah, he wasn't done yet. I could see him plotting how to pull me out from between Cass and Zed already.
I saved him the trouble, getting up to stand in front of him with a knowing smirk on my face. "What do you want, Lucas?" I asked him quietly, threading my fingers through his hair and tipping his head back so I could kiss him.
He moaned into my kiss, his dick rising in his hand once more. If I was insatiable, what the fuck was Lucas? Oh, right. Nineteen.
"I want your ass, babe," he whispered, raw desire burning in his eyes.
Zed and Cass both huffed exhausted laughs, and Zed reached out to stroke my butt cheek. "Good thing we got her warmed up for you, then," he teased, his fingers tugging on the plug. "We didn't want anyone getting hurt." He gave Lucas's huge dick a pointed look, and Lucas just grinned.
Cass tossed him a bottle of lube, and Lucas wasted no time slicking it all over his dick in preparation.
"Turn around, Angel," Cass ordered. "Give us the full show."
He'd get no objections from me on that one. Zed pulled the plug free, and I spun around to give Lucas my back. He shifted back onto the couch, leaning against the arm of it as he guided me onto his cock.
"Shit," I hissed as the tip made it inside. I moaned, shaking my head. "I think you needed to find a bigger plug." I was joking. Sort of. But Lucas was definitely thicker than that plug had been.
"Take it slow, Gumdrop," Zed coached, his heated gaze locking mine as I relaxed my body and let him sink deeper. "That's it. Nice and slow. Pull out and re-lube if you need to. We want plenty more playtime tonight."
I laughed at that, and Lucas's dick pushed deeper. Holy fuck, he surely wasn't getting that whole thing in there, was he? Then again, I'd have said the same about taking two dicks in my pussy an hour ago, and now look where we were.
He made it about halfway—it felt like a shitload more—when Cass ordered me to lean back against Lucas’s chest. I obeyed without question, and Lucas shifted his hips, pushing another inch inside.
I moaned but relaxed into his sweaty chest as he pulled me down onto him the rest of the way.
Lucas's breathing was rough in my ear, his whispered curses dripping in desire, and when I turned to kiss him, I knew I wasn't going to have a hard time coming again. Maybe twice. Fuck, who knew. There was no limit, apparently.
"Holy shit, Hayden," he breathed against my kiss. "Holy shit. So fucking tight. I could come so quick like this."
Zed grinned, and Cass rolled his eyes. "Fucking amateur. Move a bit, kid. Get a feel for it."
Lucas groaned and did as he was told, fucking my ass with shallow thrusts that drove me wild. He kept that up for s
everal minutes of pure torture, while Zed and Cass watched eagerly and offered advice and tips. Bastards were getting off on just spectating... not that I minded. They both had their dicks back in hand, and I watched with hooded eyes as they jerked off.
"How's that feeling, Angel?" Cass asked, a smirk on his lips.
My only response was a long moan as Lucas drew out a little further, then fucked straight back in. I was like putty in his hands.
"Want more?" Zed offered, ever the gentleman.
I nodded against Lucas's chest, groaning again. "Yes. Fuck yes. Give me more." Because clearly I was a masochist.
Taking me at my word, Zed shuffled forward on the couch and slammed into my soaking pussy in one strike.
I screamed, convulsing, and Lucas hissed a sharp breath. But they both paused a moment to let me adjust before pumping in and out of me again.
Cass stood and came to stand beside the couch, a satisfied look on his face as he gripped his dick. "You know what I want, Angel," he purred, and I laughed. A few minutes later, I was very careful not to bite down when I came with Cass's testicles in my mouth.
Hours later, when we finally staggered out of Timber and into the waiting limo, I made a mental note to have the couches reupholstered. Nothing was going to get that much cum out of the velvet.
63
By the time Monday morning rolled around, I was officially walking funny. Every muscle in my body felt like it'd been through a spin cycle, and I was happier than I'd ever been in my entire cursed life. I "called in sick" to work, which was a moot point when we had no office to return to. The entire floor at Copper Wolf headquarters had needed to be gutted, but our construction crew were starting work on a new fit out already.
Still, the world didn't stop turning just because I'd way overused my pussy and ass all weekend. By lunchtime my phone was blowing up enough that I had to pull on my big girl panties and head out to oversee some of the repairs myself. With so many projects running at once, it was a lot for my team to handle. I was determined, though. My venues would be back up and running before Chase even made it to trial, just to slap him in the face with his own failure.
Hannah came to meet me at Nadia's, our temporary office for the day, and Zed accompanied me so we could run through the reopening plans for Anarchy, Club 22, and the newest gem in our collection, Malebolge.
Seeming relieved when we entered, Nadia ushered us over to a booth in the back of her café and sat down opposite us. Underneath the table, Zed's hand found mine, his thumb rubbing my ring in what had become an unconscious habit.
"I'm at my wit’s end," Nadia confessed, glancing over her shoulder to make sure no one was listening in. "I've never met a more willful, defiant child—"
"Hades!" The child in question spotted me across the café and came barreling over to join us. "Did Nadia tell you already? She's letting me come live with you until the school year starts! Isn't that great? Cass is gonna teach me how to shoot a gun."
My brows shot up so high they practically disappeared into my hairline. "Uh... what?"
Nadia just gave me a flat fuck-it stare, then shrugged. "I did my best. Besides, you owe me for nearly getting me killed. And trashing my café."
"What?" I squeaked again in protest. "I rebuilt your café!" I waved a hand around us, demonstrating the fresh, designer interior that I'd footed the bill for.
Nadia just shrugged again. "It's only for two weeks, and it'll be a hell of a lot safer than the little devil sneaking off in the middle of the night in a taxi." She rolled her eyes skyward. "Besides, I'm an old woman and I don't have the energy for all of this."
Diana grinned like it'd been her plan all along to wear Nadia down with sheer eight-year-old energy. "It's gonna be so fun," she enthused.
I scowled. I severely didn't appreciate being pushed into a corner by a child. But Nadia was also Cass's grandmother, and I was a little bit intimidated by the old battle-ax, so I couldn't just tell her no outright. "Two problems," I snapped. "One, is that we don't actually have anywhere to live right now. It'll be the better part of a year before our house is rebuilt."
Zed squeezed my fingers when I said our house. But that's what it was, now. It was ours. His, mine, Lucas's, and Cass's.
"Cassiel told me you're looking at renting the old D'Ath mansion in the interim to get you out of the hotel," Nadia said with a smug smile. "There's more than enough space there for all of you. And like I said, it's only for two weeks"—this was aimed pointedly at Diana—"until the school term starts, then Diana goes into the boarding school at Shadow Prep."
"What's the other thing, boss?" Diana asked, mimicking the way Zed called me that. Little shit.
I rolled my eyes. "I don't like children."
The little girl scoffed. "You adore me, but nice try."
Zed laughed, not even bothering to cover his amusement at the sassy little asshole dictating our living arrangements.
"Oh, while I remember," I muttered, reaching into my purse to pull out a folded newspaper clipping from a small-town gazette six states away. I opened it up and slid it across the table to Diana. "I always keep my word, kid."
She read the headline on the article, then burst out crying. It made me stiffen for a moment, second-guessing whether I should have shown her that, but then she launched at me in a massive hug.
"Happy tears," Zed whispered, and I flipped him off behind Diana's back. I wasn't that clueless; her hug had given it away.
"I'll have her things all packed up for you to pick up tomorrow," Nadia told us so helpfully, patting Zed's hand. "Now. Cake and coffee for two?"
"Three," Zed replied. "Hannah is on her way."
"Thank you, Hades," Diana whispered as she continued hugging me. "Thank you so much."
As much as I wanted to harden myself against this little kid, I couldn't. I'd been her. I'd suffered similar abuses at her age. I simply couldn't shut her out... especially now. Her whole family was dead. We were all she had.
I sighed. "Go and help Nadia. We'll figure something out tonight."
Diana released me with a wide, teary smile, then launched at Zed with an equally tight hug. "You guys are the best."
"Diana!" Nadia barked from the kitchen, and the kid scurried back to work. Nadia wasn't using her as child labor or anything dastardly like that; she was just keeping a bored, mischievous eight-year-old busy and out of trouble.
"Did we just adopt a child?" Zed murmured with heavy amusement, retrieving my hand to link our fingers together once more.
I snorted. "No fucking way. It's two weeks, then she goes to boarding school."
He smiled but leaned in to kiss me instead of pushing the subject any further. Good. It'd already been pushed way too far as it was.
"Bosses!" Hannah exclaimed, making Zed pull away from my lips with a sigh. "Sorry, did I interrupt?"
Nadia bustled back over with a tray of coffee and cakes, and Hannah cooed over how good it all looked while taking a seat opposite Zed and me.
"Okay," she announced, eyeing the both of us. "I have business crap to run through with both of you, mostly about your schedules for the next month, but first I need to know... was Chase Lockhart actually arrested on Friday night?"
I bit back a smile. "He was."
She frowned. "You let that happen?"
"I made that happen," I corrected her. "Why?"
"I'm just... surprised. I didn't think you'd be happy to just have him arrested like a normal criminal, especially knowing how corrupt all the law enforcement in these parts are. How do you know he won't just get out again? He could already be out." She seemed genuinely concerned, so I pulled up my favorite new app on my phone to show her the time-stamped footage of Chase inside his holding cell, sporting a massive black eye.
"He's not," I assured her. "If not this, what did you expect?"
Hannah shrugged, still frowning. "I don't really know, sir. Maybe that you'd have killed him? Having him arrested and charged like a person seems so... I dunno. Anticlimactic?"
"Does it?" I challenged her. "Or does it just seem that way because you never saw the months of plotting, planning, blackmailing, and killing that went into setting this up? Maybe because you never witnessed everything I lost along the way, everything I had to grit my teeth and bear, knowing that if I was patient enough, my plan would come to fruition." I sipped my coffee, letting that sink in a bit.
"Besides," I continued, "death is so very final. Chase wouldn't have killed me, so I'm simply treating him with the same courtesy."
Hannah blew out a breath, shaking her head. "You're a bigger person than me, Hades. I'd have just shot him in the head a long time ago."
I gave a hollow laugh in response. "I tried that once; it didn't stick. This time I'm being smarter."
Hannah didn't have a reply for that, so she just changed the subject to the business affairs she'd come to discuss with us. Zed leaned in close, kissing my neck as Hannah chatted away, and I leaned into his touch—his unwavering strength and support. He knew better than anyone what my victory over Chase had cost and why it was the only real win.
An eye for an eye... metaphorically speaking.
After we finished with Hannah, Zed drove me over to my physical therapy appointment. We arrived about ten minutes early, but I didn't think anything of it as we strode into the clinic. Mine was the last appointment of the day, all the other therapists already having closed up and gone home, but Misha's office lights were still on, the door ajar.
Zed and I were talking, so we didn't hear the warning signs until it was too late—until we walked right into the office and found Maxine bent over the therapy bed with her pants around her ankles and Misha fucking her like he was trying to win a prize.
Neither of them seemed to notice us standing there, and a moment later, Maxine moaned and thrashed with her release and Misha crossed the finish line with a satisfied roar.
