My nipples itch, ever so slightly, popping nervously against my bra. Gage takes off Tube Sock’s lacy black underwear. First the bra, taking each of her small and naughty breasts into his mouth, suckling and licking with growing hunger.
Kellan’s hand slips around my waist, as he pulls himself closer behind me. We are both standing behind the jagged rock, with a full view of Gage and his ministrations of Tube Sock’s pussy. She’s beside herself now, shuddering and moaning while his hand works her over. Belladonna cries out in ecstasy, reaching her first orgasms with Bangles’s clearly capable fingers.
“Do you like what you see?” Kellan whispers in my ear.
I’m losing my mind here. My senses are warping and expanding, and I have lost all control over my actions. The heat wave is so powerful, so intoxicating, that I have no choice but to let it take me. This isn’t the first time I’ve been aroused with Kellan, Gage or Rhett, for that matter, but it’s the first time it’s gone beyond words. Something is happening here, and I want to see it through to the very end, for it may be my only chance to experience everything I’ve been dreaming about since I’ve met them.
“Mhm…” I groan softly. His hands have taken a hold of my hips, and he pushes me gently against the rock. I feel him, hard as limestone, bulging between my butt cheeks. He’s testing the ground now, making sure I’m comfortable. Making sure that whatever happens is something I want to happen; something I won’t regret. He doesn’t do anything else for a while, as we both continue to watch.
Gage makes Tube Sock cum so hard, she nearly collapses in his arms. He whisks her up and carries her to a flat stone near the waterfall. He settles her on it, and he beckons Belladonna and Bangles to join them.
“I promised you stars and fireworks, didn’t I?” he says, breathing heavily.
Like an expert manager in superior fucking, he dispenses a handful of orders, and the girls obey, eager to please and to be pleased, as well. Kellan’s breath is hot, tickling the side of my neck. His lips brush against my ear, and I exhale sharply.
“Turn around,” Gage says to Tube Sock. He helps her turn over and pulls her by the ankles with strong hands. She squeals, then laughs with delight when she realizes what’s going to happen. Her feet are in the water, and she’s bent over the stone, her breasts pressed against the hard surface—much like mine are, right now. Gage looks at Belladonna. “Get up there. She’s going to lick you like a vanilla sundae.” The image that flashes through my mind has my pussy moistening even faster, the heat in the pit of my stomach boiling even higher.
Tube Sock shoots him a shocked glare, but as Belladonna climbs up in front of her and spreads her legs, it’s game over. Her lips part at the sight of a pink, wet pussy. I dry-swallow, as Kellan’s hands move slowly but surely up my torso, reaching for my breasts. His cologne invades my nostrils and I instinctively push my ass into him, quietly asking for more. Much more.
“You… I need you here,” Gage says to Bangles, taking her hand and slipping it between Tube Socks’s legs. He positions her fingers in the right place, as Tube Socks uses her fingers to explore the pink wetness that Belladonna has to offer.
I didn’t like the girls before, but I can’t look away now, either. Gage is in full control, his muscles twitching, his cock swelling with every second that goes by. Without a single warning, he slips his fingers up Bangles’s pussy, while Tube Socks prepares herself to lick Belladonna’s. Using his spare hand to grip Tube Socks’s butt cheek, he impales her with the full length of his engorged erection. She cries out with sheer delight, then dives right into Belladonna’s hot and luscious folds.
I can’t take my eyes off Gage’s firm ass as he pounds into Tube Socks like there’s no tomorrow. Bangles strokes her into a frenzy, while Gage fingers Bangles dangerously close to a mind-numbing orgasm. Belladonna is floating away, her hips undulating as Tube Socks devours her. It’s a meeting of bodies, an amalgam of flesh and desire, and it unfolds beautifully before my very eyes. I’m speechless, and long past the point of horny.
Kellan senses my arousal, finding my breasts and squeezing through the bra. “You want this, don’t you?” he asks, his voice raspy in my ear. He nips my earlobe between his teeth, and I whimper softly, knowing the whatever control I’m still managing to hold on to will slip away very, very soon. “Shh…” Kellan says, “can’t let them hear us.”
I nod, despite how impossible being quiet feels. Bracing myself for what’s about to happen between us, I suck in a deep, shaky breath.
Slowly, carefully, Kellan unbuttons my sleeveless shirt and pulls the soft cotton of my bra down, releasing my breasts. I hold my breath, as he uses his index and thumb to press and rub my nipples, while his growing erection pushes against my ass, causing more heat to gather between my legs. Holy hell. Nothing is supposed to feel this good.
“Oh, God…” I whisper, trying hard not to roll my eyes with pure pleasure as he tugs my nipples, the tension so powerful in my loins that I can barely stand.
“Do you want it here, Elly?” he murmurs in my ear, and I nod vehemently because that is the only thing I can do, as I watch Gage fuck the daylights out of Tube Socks. She reaches the peak and cries out his name before she sucks on Belladonna’s clitoris so hard that it makes the poor girl cum, her whole body twitching with delight.
“Please…” I manage.
He softly bites the back of my neck, then unbuttons my shorts and pulls my pants and panties down with one swift move. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that Kellan is just as hot for me as I am for him. Tilting my head back, I allow him to suck on my lips for a short moment. Even that feels too erotic to be true and once he’s unlatched himself, I’m left even more breathless than I was before.
Meanwhile, Gage starts fucking Bangles from behind. In. Out. In. Out. The sound of their skins slapping together is powerful, ringing through the woods and echoing through the air. One hand on her back, he braces her forward and pounds even harder. The remnants of Belladonna and Tube Socks’ ecstasy can still be heard in their heavy, quickened breaths. I can only imagine just how mind blowing their orgasms were.
“Please, what?” Kellan murmurs, his breath hot on my ear.
“I’m yours,” I whisper, “Take me, Kellan. Please…” I turn to look at him, and we’re both still for the longest moment, losing ourselves in each other. He’s going to be my first, I know it, and I am dying to know what he’s like.
“Are you sure?” he asks, suddenly serious. I nod again, giving him a soft smile. Inching closer, I kiss him, and he takes over my mouth, his tongue tangled with mine. There’s a sweetness about him that I can’t get enough of. It’s in the way he looks at me, the way he talks… the way he touches me right now. I trust him. I want him. I need him.
One hand stays on my breasts, playing with each nipple at a time, while the other moves down my belly and slips between my own simmering, dripping folds. I suck in a breath, tilting my head back as he starts working me over. From where I’m shakily standing, I can see Gage as he takes over Belladonna, while Bangles licks Tube Socks between her legs, fingering and suckling on that little bud until she shudders again, reaching another shattering climax. She can no longer stand, kneeling in the water, when Gage comes back and takes her from behind again. The energy on him is unbelievable. The way he fucks them seems so…effortless. The smile on his face, easy. Like he was made for this. Something tells me he gives a shit about their pleasure just as he much as he does about his own.
I feel a chill behind me, until I realize that Kellan is on his knees, spreading my butt cheeks as he dips his tongue into my pussy. “Oh, fuck,” I breathe, my ears ringing.
He pushes his fingers deeper first, then stops for a moment. “Elly…”
“Yes, please,” I reply, almost mechanically. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He doesn’t stop. He’s licking and penetrating me with his index and middle finger, trying me out, exploring the hot wetness begging for some release. I keep staring at Gage, as he pounds
into Tube Socks like a professional athlete. Sweat drips down his bare, chiseled chest. His gaze finds mine, somehow, and I’m stunned. I can’t move. But I don’t abandon my moment, either.
Gage can see me, but it doesn’t matter anymore, because I hear the rip of a condom wrapper, and Kellan stands up behind me, dropping hot kisses on my neck and shoulder. Gage keeps working on Tube Socks and watching us, as Kellan’s hard cock fills me to the brim.
The pain is brief and sharp, before he starts moving slowly inside me. Gage fucks Tube Socks even harder, unable to take his eyes off me. She cries out in agony and pleasure, but he doesn’t stop. He gives her everything he’s got, while Belladonna and Bangles please each other again.
And I can’t stop watching Gage, either, as Kellan takes me, as he claims my body and my soul, as he starts pushing harder and harder. I clench around his cock, and he grunts with delight, intensifying his movements. He holds me firmly, one arm wrapped around my waist, while his other hand finds my clitoris and… and I come undone.
I shudder in throes of pure bliss, as I explode in his arms, unable to breathe as he holds me up and keeps taking me, faster… deeper…
Gage closes his eyes, his breathing ragged as he’s about to unload inside Tube Socks. I close mine, because Kellan is taking me to another world, as we move together, quietly, our bodies in perfect unison, our souls in pure synergy. He fills me up. He spreads me. He makes me come apart, piece by piece, as I can’t get enough of his generous, rock-hard size.
We reach the peak of orgasm together, as he presses and rubs my little ardent nub until I let go again, this time in angry and pulsating waves. My muscles tighten as I squeeze his cock dry, milking him of everything he’s got. He trembles against me, pushing me into the rock as he finds that light at the end of the tunnel.
We’re not ready to come down from the heaven we’ve built for ourselves, hidden on the edge of a cliff. I’m not ready to open my eyes and welcome reality back. No, it’s nice out here, with the sound of rushing water and Belladonna’s third orgasm, as Kellan continues to move inside me, unable to leave me. I welcome him. I want him again, already.
My eyes peel open. I see the sun pouring through the dark green crowns of old, somber pines. My pussy is raw and yearning for more, and Kellan holds me tight in his arms, taking deep breaths and sniffing my hair. “I think we’ll be here all day,” his voice reaches me, eventually.
“I’m perfectly okay with that,” I reply, raising a limp hand to caress his face. “I need more of you, Kellan.”
“I need all of you, Elly.”
And I give it to him, because he feeds me with everything my heart desires. He runs deep, like a river after a storm. His touch is soft, but his cock is hard again, and it’s ready to take me on another magic ride. Nothing and no one else matters, now.
I’m ready, too.
12
Rhett
Today is not a good day.
I knew it from the moment I put my head down on the pillow last night. Elly invaded my thoughts again, and she’s not letting me off the hook anytime soon for all the things we’ve done to her. Kellan, Gage and I are pretty creative when it comes to tormenting someone, but it’s particularly vile and difficult when we’re doing it to someone we hold dear and wish to protect. It makes me sick to my stomach, but there really is no other way.
Sleep refused to take me. I’ve tossed and turned a hundred times, anxiously searching for another way out of this mess. There isn’t. Quinn Flanagan, our grandfather, has left behind an empire. There’s a lot of money and distribution of power at stake here, and we can’t let it go to uncle Kevin. Technically speaking, my dad, Harry, is set to inherit everything, but we know there were changes made to grandpa’s will before he died. I’m worried. Hell, I am terrified, because I know Kevin’s influence goes deep in the family and our associates.
Kellan and I are too young to take over. No one takes us seriously, even though we’ve proven ourselves, repeatedly. Gage has been on the same level, as well. Same result. We keep getting sent to the kiddie corner.
“You ready?” Kellan comes into my room, all suited up.
It’s not often we are forced to dress up, but the family attorney is waiting downstairs in the library, ready to unseal grandpa’s will and do an official reading. Our parents are already present, as are Kevin and his wife, our French teacher, Brigitte Marchand. A dozen more uncles and cousins have joined, as well, but they have no claim. They’re just here to see who gets what.
Rumors have been swarming the underworld since grandpa got sick. They all know a big change is coming, and I’m not yet sure as to where their loyalty stands. I straighten my jacket and fix my navy blue silk tie, then move away from the mirror. I’ve been staring at my own reflection for the past twenty minutes. It’s like I’m trying to read myself. Like I’ve been reduced to pieces of a puzzle that I don’t know how to fit together anymore.
“Ready for what, exactly?” I ask.
“The beginning of the end,” Kellan replies. “Come on, Rhett. Tommy is downstairs with his dad. Everyone’s ready for the reading.”
It breaks my heart that we’ve reached this point. Grandpa was a tough but good man. His father built the family business, and we’ve done a pretty damn good job of keeping drugs out of our portfolio over the decades. Most of our fortune came from the prohibition era. No one made bootleg whiskey like the Flanagans. It’s practically an art for us.
Kellan, Gage and I used to spend weeks during the summer with our grandpa in the workshop. He taught us how to blow glass, how to manipulate the molten substance until we created exact replicas of some of the world’s most expensive bottles. Grandpa learned it from his father, and he passed it down to us. His sons were more into the business and enforcement side of things. The three of us took on the art of crafting the perfect whiskey copies.
Gage’s nose and tongue should be insured for millions of dollars. The man can cook up one hell of a forty-year-old single malt. Kellan’s glasswork is phenomenal. I’m in awe of them both. My path ahead is still a little unclear but, whatever happens, I’ve got my family and friends to protect, so I choose to focus on that.
“How’s Kevin looking?” I mutter, fixing my cufflinks. Grandpa gave me these last Christmas—silver crosses with Old Irish writing. Be the fox. It’s what my grandpa used to call me – the fox. It’s been so damn hard without him. He’s the one who taught me to… be what I am. Cunning, agile, predatory. It would be the only way I’d survive in this family, he used to say. I plan on living up to the name.
“Obnoxiously confident,” Kellan says. “Maybe he knows something we don’t.”
“I doubt it. Grandpa kept the will sealed in his vault.”
“And how sure are we that Phelps didn’t give him a sneak peek?”
I look at my brother. “He’s the family lawyer, and unlike most of our more recent associates, he’s been nothing but true to his word and loyal to grandpa. I highly doubt it.”
“Then what the hell is Kevin so smug about?”
Exhaling sharply, I walk over to him as he opens the door. “Let’s go find out.”
The library is fuller than usual. It’s almost suffocating. My grandpa used to spend a lot of his time here, alone. Sometimes, my dad would come down, and my mom would keep him company. Most of my nights were spent here, as well. I’ve read almost every single book in this place. Grandpa said I needed to keep my mind open and sharp.
Phelps sits behind the desk, and it’s an odd image for me. It’s grandpa’s seat. It’s sacred.
Kevin and Brigitte have the leather loveseat to the side. Kellan was right. Our uncle looks a little too pleased. Then again, his wife has a new pair of boobs on partial display, thanks to her unbuttoned black silk shirt.
Dad is sitting in one of the armchairs opposite the desk, and mom occupies the other one. Everyone else, including Gage and his father, Connor O’Donnell, stand a couple of feet back, bookshelves rising behind them with mahogany solemni
ty. My stomach is churning, and I can’t help but steal glances at Kevin. There’s something about him that makes me feel uneasy. I know him too well, that’s why.
“Thank you all for coming this morning,” Phelps says, holding up a manila envelope with a wax seal. “It’s time to open Quinn Flanagan’s last will. Under your watchful eye, I will proceed with the unsealing.”
His fingers tremble as he breaks the small piece of wax and removes a three-page document from the envelope. I hold my breath, aware that this is where our fate will change. For better or worse, I’m not sure yet… I have faith in grandpa, but Kevin is too much of a hawk and my dad is too soft. Such opposing forces are bound to wreak havoc throughout the family and the business.
“My dearest friends and partners, if Phelps is reading this to you now, it means that I am dead as a doornail, with no way of ever coming back,” the lawyer reads, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Chuckles travel through the room, while I stifle a grin of my own. “It has been a pleasure, and I’m sorry I couldn’t stick around much longer. Life has been a strange combination of wonderful moments and heart-breaking difficulties, but I’ve made it this far. For that, I am thankful. For everything else, for the family I’ve built, for the business I’ve raised from the ground up, for the allies I’ve made and the enemies I’ve obliterated, I take full responsibility. I am proud of it all, and I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Kellan and I stand next to Gage and his dad. Tears are welling up in the eyes of those around us. I can’t afford to show any kind of weakness, especially not in front of Kevin, who has yet to wipe off that smug smirk of his. Dad sniffs, ever so slightly, as Phelps continues to read from grandpa’s will.
“To my son, Harry Flanagan, I leave my position of leadership over the entire family business. You will have full administrative privileges over each aspect, as described in the annexed document, which Phelps will share with you. I trust your judgment and mathematical mind to carry our name forward. You will also receive proprietorship of the Flanagan mansion and the Napa Valley summer home, along with a list of goods and vehicles that is also included in the aforementioned annex.”
Holy Trinity Page 9
