by R. M. Walker
Thomas saw the desire dilate my pupils and feathered touches up my neck, cupping my cheek and surging forward to claim my mouth. A whine escaped me as his lips pressed over mine, both his hands framing my face now as he traced the seam of my mouth with his tongue and demanded entry.
Arris’s hands slid around me from behind, unravelling the towel where I’d twisted it above my chest and letting it fall to the floor, cool air rushing around my body. Goosebumps rose in a sweeping trail from my stomach to my breasts, my nipples pebbling as I shivered, moaning into Thom’s mouth. Lewin squeezed my fingers at the sound and I shuddered all over again at his touch, so innocent but from Lewin, who never touched, it stripped me bare.
My eyes had slid shut at some point between kisses but they flew open as Arris twisted a nipple, pleasure-pain arcing through me in severe sensation. I gasped, then groaned deeply as Arris gently rolled my sore nipple to soothe it, the pleasant burn in my breast matching the fire that had sparked in my pussy, my clit throbbing pointedly.
Thomas kissed me harder, turning me into a sloppy, needy mess. And all while Lewin stood watching us, watching me, his eyes riveted to my flushed face, my open, gasping mouth as Thom finally broke our kiss and began trailing his mouth down my arched neck. His teeth dragged over my wild pulse, and I whimpered. With my eyes on Lewin, I saw his hazel eyes darken, watched his throat bob as he swallowed. He wanted me. Even if he wouldn’t join us, even if he only wanted to watch, he wanted me, and that flared my desire into a bonfire.
“Bed,” I gasped, the word half a moan as Thomas sucked my neck and Arris moved to my other nipple, twisting it in a sharp, savage movement that had my hips bucking. “Please.”
Thom pressed a last kiss to my throat and rose, his lips flushed from kissing me and his eyes so dark that they swallowed the vivid sapphire of his iris. His hand covered the space where cold had rushed into my neck in the absence of his lips, and a shot of pure lust went to my pussy, my inner walls contracting desperately around nothing at the touch of his broad palm to my throat.
“What do you want, Jade?”
A gasp pulled from my lips, my breaths coming quicker at the dominance in his voice, the solid press of his palm against my vulnerable neck. “I want you,” I rasped. “And I want Arris. And I want Lewin to watch.”
Lewin squeezed my hand again, and my breath hitched at that combined with Thomas’s thumb caressing the rapid pulse in my throat. “Watch what, Jade?”
The way Thom’s guttural voice wrapped around my name, the way Arris’s hands had left my breasts and traced sharp, stinging lines across my waist with his fingernails … my mouth went dry, my pussy wet and needy. If only one of them would touch me there. I moved my own hand, desperate to ease the aching need in my clit, but Thom caught my wrist. He squeezed lightly, a warning.
“Watch what, Jade?” he repeated.
I writhed in their grip and managed to gasp. “Watch you both fuck me. Please God, fuck me, I need you to … to…”
“Hmm?” Thom smirked as I writhed more, trying to press against Arris behind me, to get him to touch me, soothe the ache in me, to no avail. “What is it you need, little girl?”
I melted, my eyes fluttering shut. “I want you to use me,” I breathed, embarrassment flashing through my lust at how the words sounded out loud. But at Thom’s rumble of approval, and the way Arris pressed against me from behind, his bulge clearly straining his jeans, the mortification faded away, replaced by utter need. It was so strong it blinded me to anything else. “I want you to be rough, and dominating, and to—to use my holes.”
“Dirty girl,” Thomas murmured, stroking my face. “We’ll give you everything you need, don’t worry.”
Arris’s answering laugh was low, a wicked promise to torture me.
“Please,” I begged, not entirely sure what I was asking for. I held on hard to Lewin, grasping at Thom’s shoulders. “Please.”
A kiss feathered against my knuckles and Lewin let go. The second he did, Thom gripped my waist and in a swift, surprising movement, picked me up and threw me, caveman-style, over his shoulder.
I watched the bathroom blur into the turquoises and golds of my bedroom and then I was swinging through the air, the cool silk of my duvet rushing to meet my bare back. As I gasped, pushing up onto my elbows to watch, my three men prowled closer, their eyes black with desire.
Chapter Seven
Lewin sat in the plush chair in the corner of my room, an ankle resting on his knee and his stare fixed unwaveringly on me as a splotchy flush moved across my chest and face. His eyes didn’t shift once from me as Thomas wrapped his big hands around my ankles and pulled, spreading me wide for everyone to see my glistening pink folds. Normally, I might have been embarrassed at the amount of arousal that dripped down my thighs but I was so desperate, so filled with razor-sharp need that embarrassment never registered.
“Thom,” I whimpered, pleaded, and I whined Arris’s name too as he crawled onto the bed behind me, his hands skimming my shoulders, my breasts, my belly.
“I know,” Thomas murmured, settling onto his stomach, his head between my legs and his huge shoulders brushing against the soft skin of my inner thighs. “I know, baby.” He licked a slow, broad stroke from the pucker of my ass to my clit and I sighed, sagging back against Arris, even as alarm spun through me at the brush to my unclaimed hole. I’d never even touched it myself but as his tongue passed over it again … it felt good. So damn good that I moaned, my eyes sliding shut.
Thomas worshipped every bit of slick, pink flesh with broad strokes and slow flicks, lazy so I could feel every millisecond as he traced my lips, down to my entrance, and then returned to lick luxurious circles around my clit. I was so wet that he thrust two fingers into my pussy as easily as one, so wet that it wasn’t enough.
“I want you,” I moaned, opening my eyes to a slit. “Please, please, Thomas.”
He made a hmm sound against my clit and my back arched off the bed at the bolt of sensation on my cluster of nerves. An orgasm hovered, barely out of reach. Thom’s mouth made a wet, suctioning sound as he released my throbbing pussy and glanced up at me. I knew I had to be a mess, my hair damp and frizzy, my skin pink and blotchy, my eyes glazed over, face pinched with need.
“But do you deserve my cock in your needy little hole, Jade?” Thom mused, curling his fingers up inside me until I let out a sharp whine. I’d never made a sound like it before. “What have you done to deserve that, hmm?”
I was too dazed to realise he wanted an answer. A flat hand came down on my pussy with just enough force to make it hurt and I cried out, my eyes flashing open. He’d—he’d spanked my pussy.
“Didn’t I ask you a question?” Thom’s voice was a warning. My pussy gushed even more at the dominance in his voice and I wondered, distantly, what the hell was wrong with me, that he could talk to me like that and have me turn to submissive putty. I nodded quickly in response to his question, though I couldn’t actually remember the question.
“What have you done to deserve my big cock filling up your desperate little pussy, Jade?”
I managed to gasp the word, “Nothing.” But his fingers were moving inside me in a way that had sparks flashing across my vision.
“Yes, nothing,” he agreed in a gentle rumble. He leaned forward to flick my throbbing clit, just once, and my hands fluttered desperately, reaching for his shoulders with a mind of their own. “How about you be a good girl and come for me, right now, and I’ll give you what you want?”
I nodded so fast; barely able to process his words other than he would give me his cock.
His fingers thrust into me so rapidly my ass jiggled, each hard thrust a command to my fluttering inner walls. I shuddered, and as his mouth fixed back to my aching clit and sucked hard, as he growled against my pussy with an echo of his demand—come for me—I climaxed.
My back bowed and my pussy grabbed desperately at Thom’s fingers as I came so hard I stopped breathing. My breath trapped in the back of
my throat as my body jerked and shuddered, as pleasure rolled over me, battering my body like a riptide.
I fell back against the bed, against Arris, gulping down air.
Thom laughed a deep sound of male satisfaction around my clit, drawing another few throbs of pleasure before he drew away with a pop and grinned up at me. I could barely see him, my eyes mostly shut, but as he stripped off his tight black T-shirt, revealing well-defined muscles and a body honed for predatory strength, my lazy gaze dragged over him. When he discarded his jeans, his big cock springing free, my mouth filled with saliva.
But he didn’t fuck my face like he had in the cell, he just dragged the flared tip of his cock through my wetness and smirked up at me. No—at Arris. “The second I’m inside her, make her come with your fingers.”
I gasped, my mouth open to complain, but Arris’s voice floated over my shoulder. “My fucking pleasure.” His hands alternated feather touches and deep pressure across my shoulders, my pebbled nipples, to my ribs, my stomach, the tops of my thighs, the touch changing between soft and hard randomly, confusing me in a way that had me gasping, not sure what to expect next.
When Thom sheathed himself in me in one glorious thrust, my pussy so amazingly full and his tip nudging my womb, my head fell back against Arris’s thigh. He leaned over me, his fingers digging into my inner thighs in a way that felt so fucking good. Without a second’s warning, they moved to my clit.
Like they had the first time we’d been together, they blurred over my clit, adding enough pressure that my head spun, my body lit on fire with heat, and by Thom’s third hard thrust, even though my clit was still too sensitive from the first orgasm, I came hard.
My pussy sucked wildly at Thom’s big cock, trying to milk him for his come even though he was clearly nowhere near done—he was chuckling, a long, wicked roll of laughter as I howled and cried and shook. The second a sob tore from my chest—I was drowning under feelings, under sheer emotion—Thom’s hands slid under my back. He pulled me up against him and immediately into a hug that swallowed me. Comfort radiated from the points of contact—my chest against his, my thighs framing his strong legs, my head on his shoulder, his hands running up and down my back.
“It’s okay, baby,” he whispered. “You’re okay now.”
As another sob hit, I realised that the torrent of feeling might have nothing to do with my men or the severity of the climax. When I closed my eyes, I saw the prison cell, the metal-veined walls.
“We’ve got you,” Arris murmured, coming close behind me and running a hand over the back of my head. “You’re safe.”
“You got out,” Lewin said softly, and I pried my watery eyes open to look at where he sat in the chair, his hazel eyes steady and calming. I shuddered in a breath and Thomas’s big arms tightened around me, sensing I was about to pull back and refusing to let go. My head fell onto his shoulder instead, my nose skimming his throat, as I melted into the comfort.
“I got out,” I whispered, hoarse, needing to say it aloud. “We got out.”
“And we’re never going back again,” Arris murmured, stroking my hair. I reached blindly behind me, hooking my arm around his back and pulling him closer, needing to feel the heat of him against me. At some point, he’d stripped too, and the feeling of his bare skin against mine, and mine against Thom’s… I exhaled a long breath. Fuck, that felt amazing, almost better than sex. Almost.
Speaking of … Thom was still inside me. I couldn’t help myself; I circled my hips, whispering a curse at the feeling of him inside me.
“Fuck,” Thom breathed. “Jade, I wouldn’t do that unless you want me to fuck you again.”
I lifted my head, gave him a coy smile. “Why do you think I’m doing it, Valhalla?”
I watched the dark of his pupils swallow the vivid blue irises and he growled—honest to Gods growled—as he secured an arm against my back and grabbed my ass with his other hand, manoeuvring until he was propped against the headboard with me astride him.
I glanced at Arris as he shuffled closer, his eyes on the pink tips of my nipples like he wanted to devour them. “Can I have you in my mouth this time?” I asked, fighting my eyelids as they tried to slip shut at the rapturous feeling of Thom moving inside me again.
“Whatever you want, darlin’,” Arris replied with a grin, his quicksilver eyes alight. I tried to hold them, to revel in the hunger and desire in his face, but Thom thrust up, long and slow, and my head fell back as I moaned.
Thomas was different now, still as torturous and dominant but unrushed, like he had all the time in the world to play with me, to uncover every single one of my pleasures. His fingers dug into my hips so I matched his every thrust as I rode him, the wet slapping sounds of our bodies driving me wild. And as his mouth fastened to the pulse in my throat, I thought I would die from it.
“Are you gonna suck Arris now, Jade?” Thom asked, grazing my throat with his teeth. My breath hitched but I nodded, my mouth flooded with saliva. “Say it.”
“I’m—” He thrust up once, hard, and I lost my words, lost my damn mind, as that feeling rippled through me. I fucking loved the way he filled me, his hands on my hips and his teeth on my neck. I was going to come again, a coil in my belly tightening and my toes curling every time Thom pulled me off his cock before plunging me back down. What was I meant to be saying?
Arris laughed, his hand trailing feathery touches down my back. “I don’t think she can speak, man.” His hand returned to my head, tangled his fingers into my hair. “Come here, Jade.”
I was powerless to deny him, especially with his voice gravelly with desire. I lowered my head as Arris came close enough for me to reach him, his cock bumping my bottom lip and leaving a trail of precum I instantly licked up. The taste made me greedy for more, greedy to please him, and I sucked him inside my mouth, delighting in his low groan.
That sound, coupled with Thom’s quickening thrusts, the way he gripped my waist to keep me riding him … I panted, hooked one arm around Thom’s shoulders to keep myself upright as I dropped my hand to my clit and circled once, twice—
The sound that came from me as I climaxed was inhuman. The world went black around me and the only thing that existed was the bliss coursing through me. My body locked, my pussy urgently squeezing the big cock that filled it until it throbbed and jerked and spilled warmth deep into me.
I heard my name groaned but distantly, as if through water, and then my mouth was full. I swallowed on instinct, slowly—so slowly—coming back to the world as I realised I was sucking hard on the cock in my mouth. Arris’s cock. And it was Thom’s that was still throbbing inside me.
As Arris slid his softening dick from my mouth, gently caressing the curve of my back, I slumped against Thom’s sweat-slicked chest, delighting in the arm he secured across my back. I was going to fall asleep, right here with him still inside me and come leaking from my pussy. My eyes fell shut but I stirred at the softest kiss that was placed against my brow.
Lewin was leaning over me, fully dressed but with a flush to his pale cheeks that suggested he’d found his own pleasure. The image of him stroking himself as he watched us aroused me but I was too tired for the lust to fully form. I met Lewin’s sleepy hazel eyes and smiled, butterflies filling my belly as he smiled back. I’d pleased all of them tonight, and it made me warm and happy to know we’d all come together, because of each other.
Those Hero bastards hadn’t stolen that from me—my happiness.
And I’d be damned if I ever let them try again.
About the Author
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Not All Heroes Wear Capes (Just Dresses)
Katie May
A short comedic reverse harem novel
Edited by Jenifer Knox
Not All Heroes Wear Capes (Just Dresses)
I’m a superhero.
Obviously.
Badass Extraordinaire. Purple Goddess. Purple Badass Extraordinaire (and yes, I’m working with the state on changing my superhero name).
The Fierce Four are the most dangerous criminals to have ever lived. With the powers of strength, ice, heat, and mind manipulation, they’re a force to be reckoned with.
As the Purple Goddess Badass Extraordinaire (still hate the name), it is my job to stop them.
But why do supervillains have to be so freaking sexy?
Chapter One
Super villains are sexy.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know what you’ll say—should I really be focusing on their delectable abs when they’re throwing fireballs at me?
Sue me. It’s called multitasking.
I duck behind an overturned desk just as a particularly hot burst of fire explodes around me.
My gaze bounces between the infuriating man, to the singed hair on my arm.
Damn him. That was my favorite piece of arm hair.
Blaze is silhouetted in the waning sunlight that’s visible through the broken window, fire erupting from the tips of his fingers. Like all super villains, he wears the stereotypical spandex suit, this one a bright, garnet red. It clings to his body like a second skin. Totally distracting when I am trying to kick his ass.
