Broken Compass

by Jo Raven

  We also have police detail, undercover of course, near our building, in case my uncle’s people find out I’m here and send someone after us.

  That means we’re all staying put for the time being, locked indoors, until all the bad guys are caught and sentenced. Until the police are satisfied nobody is watching us. I doubt the police said we had to stay home, to be honest, but the guys took time off work anyway. I think… they want to be close to me. They’re worried.

  And I can’t deny I want them around. I’ve been scared out of my goddamn mind, tortured and starved, and certain that in the end I’d die without seeing them again. So yeah, every time they leave the room, I panic and go after them.

  Not funny. I just need some time, I guess, to fully believe it’s all over.

  So… home. All of us. It could have been boring. And messy. Four people in a small apartment, stumbling over each other.

  But it’s fine, it’s great, and… Syd and the guys have decided I’m well enough for sex. Like I said, I’m not one hundred percent yet, and we’re taking it easy, obviously, taking it slow.

  Still.

  Sex.

  It rocks. Nate has worked through his panic bouts since I was taken, and West now likes to take control sometimes. Sydney moves between us, pleasuring us, pleasuring herself on us, confident and knowing what to do to get us all off.

  It’s blowing my mind.

  Like now.

  Nate has dragged my T-shirt over my head, and I’m leaning back against his chest, his hands exploring my chest, smoothing over fading bruises and healing cuts. It feels good, and when he puts his mouth to my neck, I tilt my head to give him better access. His teeth graze my skin, sink into my flesh, these new bruises pleasurable, sending heat straight to my dick.

  West is making out with Syd, and I force my eyes to stay open, so I can watch them kiss. He curls his hand around her neck, his thumb caressing the vein pulsing there, under her pale skin, and fuck, that’s sexy.

  Nate’s hands slip down to my sweats, reaching inside, finding my hard dick. I hiss when he grips it and starts to stroke from root to tip, hand slippery with my precum.

  Damn… Sparks light up behind my eyes, dance down my spine, make my balls lift and tighten. I could just let it happen, let it gather like a small storm and spill over Nate’s fingers as he bites my neck.

  But Syd breaks away from West and turns to me. She crawls over my legs, her tits with those tight rosy nipples swaying a little, and my dick swells more.

  Nate chuckles at my reaction against the wet skin of my neck and I grunt, everything, every sensation shooting straight to my dick. I hiss in protest when he releases my hard-on.

  “Nate…” I want to tell him I like him touching me, jerking me off, biting me, kissing me, that it’s all new to me, but feels awesome, that I’m attracted to him goddammit, and to West, too, and they get me hard, but then Syd is straddling my lap, her slick bare pussy sliding over my dick, and claims my mouth.

  Her lips are soft, her kiss gentle and deep. It makes me moan and shift, my cock throbbing and kicking underneath her. Slow and soft, she claims more than my mouth. Her hard nipples brush over my chest, her small hands hold my face as she breaks me apart, kiss by kiss, lick by lick, until I’m rocking up, unable to help myself, even though I’m not inside her.

  With a smile she draws back. Reaching down, she curls her fingers around my cock and guides it inside her.

  “Fuck…” I arch up as she lowers herself on me, warm pussy closing around my dick, Nate’s hands on my shoulders the only thing keeping me in place.

  She places her hands on my chest so she can ride me, and the first glide up and down my cock is almost too much. I grab her hips to still her, give myself a second to regroup. It’s not the first time we’ve fucked since I came back, but every time feels better, more intense.

  Before I manage to stave off the explosion, West gets behind her, working her ass, and her pussy clenches, milking my hard-on until I see stars.

  “Whoa.” Pressure is gathering fast in my belly, behind my balls. “West…”

  He pushes into her. I feel his dick slide in beside mine, separated almost by nothing. The pressure increases, and she falls forward, against my chest with a gasp. Her tits are mashed to my pecs, her nipples diamond points.

  The pressure is just mind-blowing. I can’t breathe. My cock jerks when West starts thrusting. Sydney whines in the back of her throat, her pussy like a vise around me. If I move, I’ll come, I know that for a fact.

  So I keep still as West fucks Syd’s ass, fucking my dick at the same time. Nate’s hand circles my neck, pressing against my throat, and I hiss, my cock swelling more.

  “Nate…”

  “I wanna see you come,” he whispers in my ear.

  Then he grips my chin, turns my head toward him and kisses me, rough and sloppy, with teeth and tongue. It’s shocking and hot and I cry out in his mouth as I jerk and shoot my load.

  Ow shit. I’m coming so hard my balls hurt. Fuck. Syd’s pussy pulses, West groans, she keens as she clamps around my still twitching dick. They’re coming, and I feel it all, my dick excited and oversensitive, the aftershocks almost too much.

  Nate breaks the kiss and chuckles as I struggle to haul oxygen into my lungs. “Hot.”

  Yeah, though I’ll have to relearn how to breathe. “I thought you said we were taking it slow.”

  “Quit your whining. At least you got to come.” He shifts uncomfortably, his cock an iron bar at my back.

  I laugh then, I can’t help it. “Need help with that?”

  “Just… catch your breath, Kash.” He says it fondly, and I just stare at him.

  I remember him kissing me before I was kidnapped, but that was one time, and now the boys are much more into it than before.

  Not that I mind. They’re hot. I don’t mind playing with them, too. I love them. Sydney is the hub in our wheel, the heart of our group, but I wouldn’t mind trying more stuff with the guys. The thought of fucking them sends another curl of sweet arousal into my spent dick, and it starts hardening again.

  But it’s not only my dick that’s spent. Sleep creeps up on me, as it does these days, and I’m sinking into darkness before I can hold on to that thought.

  Time passes. Days. Nights.

  My uncle has been sentenced to life behind bars. I should be celebrating. It’s hard, though. This whole mess has brought back the memories of the killings, so they’re fresh like open wounds in my mind.

  The guys, though, are excited, and happy on my behalf. When they get back from work, they decide we need a fuckfest.

  “A what?”

  “Don’t go acting like a virgin choirboy,” Nate grumbles. “Fuckfest, my man. Loads of fucking. Fucking over and over. Endless fucking.”

  I lick dry lips, torn between laughing and groaning. My dick is hardening so fast I’m dizzy. “Tonight?”

  “The sooner the better.” Nate wags his brows. It’s ridiculous. He’s ridiculous.

  Fuck, this is so hot.

  “So are you in?”

  “How could I not be in?” I ask, annoyed. I throw a cushion at him. “Were you thinking of doing this without me?”

  He shakes his head, gives a dramatic sigh. “Dunno about your stamina right now, man.” He leans over me. “Though I see the stirrings of impressive interest…”

  I pull on his arm and he topples on top of me. “Fuck you. Feel my impressive interest?”

  “It’s poking me in the thigh,” Nate snickers. “Or are you packing a gun?”

  I kiss him to shut that insolent mouth up, and fuck, it feels great.

  I’m feeling more and more comfortable doing such things, knowing that they’re all into it, and that they also do it all the time. It’s okay to show affection, and lust, and get it on—in the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, the bedroom. Although it’s all still tentative and exploratory, this is our home, our safe place, where we can be together in all the ways we want.

  A
nd there are so many ways…

  We end up in bed. Again. We keep ending up here, in what used to be Nate’s room. They changed the bed, bought a huge-ass one. It’s so fucking awesome.

  Being home is wicked good.

  And the view is amazing. I lie back, arms folded under my head, as Sydney kisses Nate, West behind her, lifting her hair and kissing her neck. Syd’s in her lacy panties and bra, her clothes shed a while ago, and I take my time taking in her curves, studying them, relearning them.

  I used to think about her tits and ass when I was locked up in that basement—in the beginning, when I could still think, when I still had hope, before hunger, thirst and the fever made every day a blur. I used to think of her eyes, her lips. I thought of her hand in mine—and then also of West’s arm around me, of Nate’s mouth on me, and I’d howl and yell at my captors, feeling what I lost like a stab to my chest.

  “Kash…”

  The sound of my name jolts me back to the present, and I sit up, trying to hide the shaking in my limbs. What the fuck? Get over it, Kash.

  Only it’s not that easy. I haven’t talked to them about what happened in that basement, about time dragging, panic plaguing me, about the punishments and pain until they seemed to have forgotten about me and I ended up licking the humidity off the walls to survive and…

  Fuck.

  “Kash.” Sydney crawls on the bed and wraps herself around me, arms and legs and ticklish long hair. “Where did you go inside your head?”

  “Nowhere.” My breathing betrays me, but I won’t speak of the demons in my mind now. “I’m here.”

  “Are you now, Buttercup?”

  “What’s with the silly nicknames?” I grumble, secretly relieved he’s acting normal.

  Well, as normal as Nate acts, anyway.

  “You never said…” He chucks off his pants and T-shirt and climbs up behind me, his chest gleaming like pale marble, all ridges and planes. “What we’re supposed to call you?”

  “The fuck you mean?” I bury my face in Syd’s neck and inhale her sweetness, trying to control my breathing, stop the shaking.

  “I mean your name.” He slips his arms around me, and I sigh in relief at the feeling of safety he gives me. “Are you Kasimir or Kash?”

  “If you call me Kasimir, I’ll kill you,” I threaten, my voice muffled against Sydney’s skin. “I’m Kash. This is who I am.”

  “Whatever you say, Blondie.”

  I groan.

  Sydney snickers. “You’ll get used to it.”

  “Get used to being annoyed?”

  “Get used to Nate.”

  “What? I’m charming,” Nate protests. “Ask Syd. I’m fucking adorable.”

  I’m laughing, although I wanna throttle him. The thing is, he sounds much more like the boy I first met than ever. He’s getting better, getting over his past, and so should I.

  Get over it, Kash. Come on.

  “You don’t have to be strong all the time, Kash,” West says, sitting on the bed beside us, and I lift my head to look at him. “Since we met, you’ve been taking care of us, hiding your scars. Hiding everything you are. But you can’t hide how good you are, how good to us. You don’t have anything to prove.”

  “We’re here for you now,” Sydney whispers. “You can rely on us. You can break apart if you need to. We’ll put you back together.”

  “I don’t wanna…” Don’t wanna break. My voice is broken, my mind, but I’m not falling apart now, no way. “Jesus. You promised me a fuckfest.”

  West laughs, a low, dark sound that goes straight to my dick. “Fuck the pain out of you, that what you want? Fuck it out of your system?”

  “Maybe.” I give a sheepish shrug. “Does it work for you?”

  He sighs and reaches for me, dragging me sideways, out of the hold of Syd and Nate. “Let’s give it a try.”

  That’s not an answer, I think, but he drags me to his lap and pulls up my T-shirt to run his big hands over my chest. Despite the lingering bruises, it feels good and I grab his head and kiss him, tasting him, salty and spicy and sweet. Our groins rub together through our sweats, our cocks hardening.

  It was no answer, but maybe this is. Pleasure. The pleasure he’s giving me, that they are giving me, the pleasure of being back with them, this… this helps, lessens the pain. With time… maybe the pain will fade. Fade enough to let me function properly, though not completely. But that’s okay. It’s what first tied me to them, this new family of mine.

  I pull back for a breath and press a hand to West’s chest, feeling his heart pounding under my palm. He shifts against me, and I hiss when our cocks rub together, the cloth adding more friction. But when I look up, I find his gaze locked somewhere over my shoulder, so I turn to see what has turned his blue eyes dark with lust.

  Nate has laid Sydney down on the bed and pulled off her panties. He’s got her legs spread and is eating out her pussy. She moans and lifts her hips, her hands tangling in his dark hair, trying to fuck his face, and damn…

  Before I know it, I have my dick out and I’m jacking off, arousal lighting me up, burning under my skin and tensing my muscles. I want… everything, every touch, every kiss, every caress and rough grip.

  When West turns me so my back is pressed to his chest, I don’t resist. When his hand closes around my dick, both of us working me, I growl encouragement. The heaviness in my dick, in my balls, is getting unbearable. I lick my lips when Sydney pants and thrashes on the bed, her tits threatening to spill from the lacy bra, when Nate groans and reaches between his legs to jerk off as he licks her, as he works two fingers inside her.

  “Damn…” West’s dick is pressing into the small of my back. Then he’s shoving my sweats down all the way and his dick is sliding between my legs, under my balls, rubbing against them.

  The new sensation has me grunting with surprise and pleasure. West’s thick cock is rubbing between my ass cheeks, over the sensitive skin behind my balls, the cockhead jutting between my legs, pressing the base of my dick, and I fall back against him completely, riding the pleasure of this almost-fucking, the pressure threatening to tear me apart.

  Through blurry eyes, I see Nate pull back, then move over Sydney, pushing into her, fucking her, one of her legs thrown over his shoulder. She’s moaning, clutching at him, and I know she’s about to come, I can see it on her face, in the tension in her body—but then the pressure in my groin snaps, and I’m spilling hot cum all over my chest, dragging West with me. His groans fill my ears as he shakes behind me, his cock shooting on my hand, on my legs, on the sheets.

  Hot damn.

  I’m shuddering for a different reason now, the cold and fear of my memories temporarily erased, languid heat spreading through my body.

  “Come here,” Nate rumbles, rolling on his side, a hand on Sydney’s tits, inside her bra, rolling a nipple, making her moan. “We’ve only just started.”

  He looks like a big cat, lounging there, all pale skin and hard muscles, tousled dark hair and amber eyes, a sexy gleam in them—while she looks like a wet dream, spread out, cream skin and her rosy pussy shiny with her and Nate’s release.

  I shift closer to her, shooting Nate a questioning glance. When I left, he was in charge of directing our fucking, but the dynamic has changed enough that I don’t know if I should tread carefully.

  He only watches me, though, saying nothing more, and I find my hand lifting, dragging the strap of her bra down. I want to play with her tits. Her moan when I pull down the lacy cup and free her breast gets my dick bobbing against my stomach, already hard again.

  I take her nipple in my mouth, sucking, inhaling her fruity smell, my hand slipping down her belly to her mound, and between her folds, finding her clit and rubbing it. She writhes and moans my name. Nate is still playing with her other nipple, and then he silences her with a hard, deep kiss.

  Then West is between her legs, fisting his hard cock. I give her little swollen clit a last parting tweak, making her squeal, before I pull my hand
away so he can push into her.

  She moans and fights the intrusion and rocks into it, as if her body is unsure it wants another huge cock inside her or not. Her hands grip my shoulder and Nates, her hips lifting a little, and then she tenses up as West thrusts all the way into her.

  She’s beautiful, her full tits heaving, her fair skin covered in a sheen of sweat, her green eyes wide, pupils dilated, pretty lips parted.

  I need to fuck that mouth, so I kick off my sweats completely and point my hard dick down at her lips.

  She smiles at me, eyes dazed, before her tongue darts out and licks at the head of my cock.

  “Syd,” I groan, the swipe of her rough tongue electric, gathering new pressure behind my balls, down my ass where West’s cock was rubbing before. “Suck me.”

  She takes my dick in with a hum, and I shudder with the pulse that shoots down my spine, making my nipples tighten, my stomach clench and my dick spasm.

  Nate’s eyes on us are hungry and heated. He’s stroking himself lazily, sporting an impressive erection for someone who just came.

  Then again, so do I. I feel the telltale burn at the base of my cock. I won’t last long, even if she can’t suck my dick in very deep. Just that, her warm lips and her rough tongue lapping at me is enough.

  But Nate has other ideas. I swear that guy has gone from panicking when it came to sex to seeking it and wanting it like a starved man.

  Not that I’m complaining. Though when he scoots around us to press himself to my back, I don’t know what he has in mind.

  I hiss when the head of his long, thick cock rubs between my ass cheeks, over my asshole. It feels good, and when his thumb smears the precum over it and pushes into me, I groan. Caught between Syd’s mouth and Nate’s thumb, I’m helplessly rocking with crashing waves of pleasure, like a puppet on a string.

  “Will you take my cock one day?” he breathes in my ear. “In that tight backside of yours, as you pound into Sydney?”