Syren's Pride

by Jennah Thornhill

  He places her gently onto her feet, keeping a hold of her shoulders until she’s steady on her legs, before turning her around to face me.

  “Do you still want to go home, Queen Bea?”

  My question comes across as being cocky, but that’s because I am. I even raise my eyebrows at her for extra effect. The solid erection that’s jutting out in front of me gives me the right to be. Her eyes zone straight in on it, her jaw dropping at the same time.

  “I’d answer him if I were you, sweetheart.” Vin says into her ear. He looks at me over her shoulder, wickedness swimming in the depths of his eyes.

  He’s ready to play.

  “Well? I haven’t got all day sweetheart.”

  I push her for an answer, one I know is going to be a yes. I can see it in her eyes, the lust, the hunger. She wants it just as much as me and Vin do. The best thing is, she knows I know, that’s why she isn’t demanding that she goes home right now.

  Instead of answering my questions verbally, she takes the hem of her sports top she wears when she’s at the dance studio, a top I’ve started to detest. The fucker gets to cling to her soft, yet sweaty skin when she’s been dancing.

  Jammy thing.

  Getting a grip of myself before I become enraged with jealousy over a bloody top, my eyes take her all in. She slowly pulls the top over her head, taking the sports bra with it as she goes. Her magnificent tits bounce free from their confines. I’m instantly wishing I had my mouth wrapped around one of her pert nipples. Vin momentary steals my focus when I see him start to shred his clothes from behind her, causing me to smile wickedly.

  I love my life.

  “Get on the bed and wrap that sexy mouth of yours around his cock, beautiful.” Vin orders.

  Not skipping a beat, she bends at the waist and climbs onto the bed. Just as she’s about to start a slow crawl to me, Vin takes a hold of her hips stopping her. It’s then I see his intention. Fisting the waistband of her leggings, he drags them down past her arse, then her legs, throwing them over his shoulder once they are removed. Giving her swift slap across the bum, she inhales a deep breath and grins.

  The dirty little minx enjoyed that.

  Sliding her hands along my thighs, darting her tongue out to wet her lips as she goes, I shift my hips. The urge to ram my dick in her getting stronger the longer she takes. My self-control ready to snap.

  “Calm ya dick, Maxy. I’ll take care of you, don’t worry.”

  She has the nerve to throw me a wink as she lowers her head to my stomach, kissing along my abs and around to my scar from when I donated my kidney to Johnny.

  “So sexy,” she murmurs against the raised skin.

  Gritting my teeth, I suck in as much air as I can muster. My hips once again taking on a mind of their own, but as they lift up my dick slaps against her bare breasts demanding some attention from her. Finally relenting and giving me what I’ve want from her, she lays kisses just on the tip. It’s taking everything I have not to push her head down until I hit the back of her throat, but somehow, I manage to keep my hands to myself… for now.

  Sensing my urgency, I see Vin lower his body close to hers. I know what he’s going to do to hurry her along. Like a charm it works. The instant his mouth connects with her pussy, her mouth opens wide and she takes all of me, making me almost jump up and down in glee. The warmth of her mouth has me sucking in a sharp breath and roughly grabbing her hair.

  “Holy fuck, you suck me real good baby.”

  Her moans are vibrating around me, making it all that more amazing as she bobs her up and down on my cock. Bringing her mouth to just the tip again, she bares her teeth and in one swift movement she swallows me whole, grazing along my shaft as she goes.

  My balls start to tighten, my legs go rigid and I know I’m going to blow any second now.

  “S... Stop.” I manage to get out. I can’t blow just yet, we have to do it all together. Taking her chin in my hand, I pull her head up causing my erection to fall from her mouth.

  “I need inside you… we both do.”

  “Okay.”

  Rising so she can sit on my dick and so Vin can take her ass like we’ve done before, I press a hand to her chest halting her in her tracks. She looks at me confused.

  We’ve both taken her at the same time before, only this time it’s gonna be different. This time we’re both going to be in that nice, tight pussy of hers. We had talked about it happening one day, that one day is now. Vin gets my hint quickly when he rises up behind her and holds on to her hips.

  Looking over her shoulder at us both and resting his chin there, he turns and nibbles on her ear. Her shoulders relaxing when his mouth connects with her lobe.

  “You see, sweetheart, Max stopped you from hopping onto his dick because you’re gonna be hopping onto both our dicks with that sweet haven of yours. Now do you understand?”

  Her eyes widen in horror when she realises what we plan on doing to her.

  “Don’t worry baby, we’ll take real good care of you first to make sure you’re ready for us.” I reassure her. “I’m guessing you’re halfway there anyway, especially now Vin has had his mouth on your already wet hole.”

  Vin creeps a hand between her thighs, plunging a finger straight into her causing her to gasp out loud. She falls forward and plant both of her hands either side of my hips. Her body slides along mine as he pushes her forward each time, he slides his fingers back into her.

  “Oh god, yes,” she groans. Just as I see her eyes go wide and her body starts to quiver with her release, Vin removes his fingers from her body and holds them above her spine.

  “I think someone is very ready, don’t you Max?”

  With a flick of his fingers, her juices drip off his fingertips and splash onto her skin.

  “Turn around Queen Bea, straddle me and face Vin.”

  Doing as I instruct her, she gets herself into the position that I know is about to send her soaring once we’re both filling her up. Squatting over me, she takes my dick in her hand and lines me up at her entrance. Before bending her knees and sitting on me, taking me all the way inside her. The yelp that leaves her lips tells me she enjoyed that quick move. I feel Vin shuffle forward so he’s between my thighs which he rubs before cupping my balls.

  “Jesus Christ.” I growl. Since we’ve been a threesome, the sex has always been fantastic, but this is on a whole different level. Billie grinds down onto me, her moans and whimpers of pleasure getting louder by the second.

  She’s felt nothing yet, I think to myself.

  Kissing her neck, Vin whispers against her skin.

  “Lean back onto your hands, darling.”

  Again, she just does as he asks of her. Her back is arched, giving her spine the perfect curve in front of me. Leaning up on my elbows slightly, I manage to lick the skin where Vin dropped her juices. I’ve never tasted anything so god damn sweet on my tongue. I feel Vin’s fingers rubbing her clit, her muscles clenching me tightly as she starts to get worked up again. The bed dips as he gets as close to us as he can for this to work, draping my own legs over his thighs when he can get no further. The feel of his cock rubbing against us both at the same time as I slowly slide in and out of Billie is unreal, and it’s about to get even better.

  “The sight of seeing Max fill you is mesmerising, but I know when I slide myself in next to him, well let’s just say I know I’m never gonna forget what I’m about to witness.”

  “Please Vin, I need you too.” Billie practically begs.

  Not one to disappoint and to keep a lady waiting, I feel him continue to rub her clit as he guides the head of his cock into her, brushing against my own dick at the same time. When he pushes in further and we’re gliding against each other, the feeling is like no other. It’s out of this world.

  “Fucking hell fire, you two are stretching me fabulously.” Billie breathes out.

  After a few rough movements, we finally find our rhythm so we’re a
ll in sync, me and Vin meeting her down thrusts. Our moans fill the room, our bodies are dripping with sweat. I’ve never enjoyed sex so much as I do right now.

  The sensation of her tight pussy sucking me in, at the same time Vin’s thick shaft rubs against mine is mind-blowing.

  Vin grips my thigh, digging his fingernails into my skin causing me to go faster. The momentum is lost, as we all lose our rhythm, but not caring because we’re all racing to what we all know will be the most explosive orgasms of our lives.

  “Jesus, yes.” Billie cries out, at the same time I feel her clench around both me and Vin, just as the spray of her orgasm soaks us both.

  “Holy shit, baby.” Both me and Vin call out, following her into the orgasmic bliss that she’s currently floating on. We both pump up into her, spurting our releases in rivets into her core, mixing as one. The way it should be.

  “Fuck me, I couldn’t love you two anymore if I tried.” Billie manages to get out in between her deep breathing and pants.

  “I think it’s safe to say, that we both love you too Queen Bea.”

  “So, you bloody should, I don’t just let anybody do to me what I’ve just allowed you two to do.” She jokes.

  Feeling the urge to be a caveman to that statement. I somehow get her off both of our dicks and throw her onto her back until I’m hovering over her, my arms pinning her to the mattress.

  “Damn right you don’t, you belong to us. Am I making myself clear?” My voice taking on a roughness I didn’t even know it possessed.

  Her tongue darts out wetting her red plump lips. Her eyes are wide and glistening along with the afterglow of pink gracing her cheeks. After a short stare off, she arches her neck back and places a soft kiss on my lips.

  “I understand perfectly Max, I wouldn’t want to belong to anyone else anyway.”

  “Good, because we have no intentions of ever letting you go.” Vin joins in the conversation, coming to lie next to us and brushing a loose strand of her away from her face. To which she just smiles, showing us the dimples in her cheeks.

  Lying in bed after another round of love making, I turn my head left to where Billie is softly snoring, with her one hand under her cheek and another on my chest. Then I look right, where Vin is sprawled on his back with one arm thrown over his head, yet his other arm is resting on mine.

  He always makes sure we’re touching, even in sleep.

  The two most important people who I share my bed with, are the two people who make my heart beat wildly and give me a reason to get up in the morning.

  All my life, I’ve prayed and hoped I would find someone to accept me for me and now I have. Now I have these two-perfect people in my life who bend over backwards for me. They keep my secret and make their lives more difficult just for me. I take from them on a daily basis and they ask for nothing in return. I’m a selfish man, all because I’m a coward.

  It’s time I stood up for what we have.

  It’s time to show the world that no matter what they think, I’m in love with a man and a woman. Nothing they can say or do is going to stop me.

  I just hope the guys understand.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Billie

  Who the fuck is that?

  I register the loud banging in the back of my foggy brain, whoever it is needs to fuck off. I was ravished to an inch of my life last night. I need some bloody sleep. Snuggling back down into the quilt, trying my hardest to ignore it and in hope that they will go away eventually. I pray for sleep to claim me again.

  I have no such luck.

  The two apes are still snoring next to me, causing my temper to rise.

  How in the hells name can’t they hear it?

  “Oh my god.” I huff out, my patience is now wearing thin.

  Well if these pair aren’t going to tell who ever it is to piss off, then I guess I’m going have to. Gingerly rolling over and pulling myself up into a sitting position, I slowly swing my legs over the edge of the mattress and sigh when my feet curl in the thick carpet.

  So far, so good. Now to test my legs.

  Pushing up on my hands, I stand and wince at the same time. My muscles protest when I try to put one foot in front of the other. The loud banging continues, making me power through the ache in my thighs and calf muscles. I’m obviously not as fit as I originally thought I was.

  Padding over to the chair in the corner of Max’s bedroom, I grab the closest piece of clothing I can find which just so happens to be Vin’s shirt. Slipping it on, fastening the buttons as I walk out of the room and make my way down the stairs. Yet the twat on the other side of the front door has no respect for noise levels at this ungodly hour.

  “Open this fucking door right now Max, we know you’re in there.” I hear the distinct growl of Connor’s voice booms though the solid wood.

  Panic starts to travel through every inch of my body. There’s no way on god's earth they would be here this early if it wasn’t something bad.

  Unlocking the bolt and turning the key, I don’t get the chance to open the door of my own accord. Connor just barges through like a bull in a China shop, shortly followed by an even more pissed off Johnny and Liam.

  “You have some explaining to do young lady.” Connor fumes whilst waving a newspaper around in his hand.

  I’m flabbergasted. I haven’t done anything in public that warrants me being in news. Something isn’t right. I would have known. Max would know if I had done something I shouldn’t have. He’s always protecting me from that shit. Hence why we’ve all been living a lie for the past god knows how long.

  I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again… it’s way to fucking early for this shit. I can’t keep up.

  “Is he still in bed? He needs to be here for this, we have some serious damage control to do before they paint you as some sort of band floozy.”

  I look to Liam for help with Connor’s new outburst. Only he’s no help and before I can stop him Connor is racing up the stairs quicker than I can catch him, instead I yell.

  “Connor, no. Stop. Please don’t go in there.”

  The second I hear the bedroom door hit the wall, I know all hell is about to break loose.

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me right now?” Connor bellows at the top of his lungs, to which I hang my head in shame when Johnny and Liam look at me expectantly. Judging by the tone of his voice, I wouldn’t like to be Max or Vin in this very moment. I can just picture the shock on his face as he’s seeing them in bed together.

  I’m telling them nothing.

  Connor comes storming back down the stairs, his temper at a whole new level of angry. The only other person I’ve seen shake the way he is right now was Max when he found out about what his dad had done to me.

  “Kitchen now, all of us.”

  Not daring to argue with him and wanting to know what’s in that newspaper about me, I follow him like I’m some naughty schoolgirl off to the headmaster’s office for punishment. Johnny and Liam trail behind me, still not knowing what Connor’s just walked in on.

  “Is someone going to start tell me what the fuck is going on, because I’m a hare's breath away from kicking some butt.”

  Johnny slams his hands on the kitchen counter just as I take a seat making me jump for dear life. It’s then that Max finally comes barrelling into the kitchen with no top on and jeans hanging open. If the situation was different, I’d be licking him right now and climbing his body like a monkey.

  “L... Look Con, I can explain.” Max puffs out like he’s run a ten ‘k’ marathon, “I was going to tell you, I was.”

  “Let me guess, you didn’t want to upset us? Well guess what Max, it would have been a hell of a lot better coming from the man who’s been like my own flesh and blood for over a decade.” Connor sneers at him, “It would have been nice not to have had this land on my doorstep first thing this fucking morning.”

  With whoosh and a loud slap, he throws the newspape
r onto the kitchen island. There in full colour for the world to see on the front page of The Sun is me and Vin outside the hospital. I’m pressed up against the wall, looking up at Vin as he cages me in and presses his lips to mine, followed by the headline…

  Syren’s Max Lymer’s girlfriend cheats with his own bodyguard.

  My stomach lurches up into my throat and before I know it, I’m running across the kitchen, pushing anyone in my path to my destination out of my way. Reaching the sink, I make it just in time before I projectile vomit all over the bright, stainless steel. I retch and heave until I have nothing left to give. My ribs ache, my throat feels like it’s got a razor blade in it I’ve retched that much. A hand gently touches my back and starts rubbing in slow circles.

  “It’s okay, Queen Bea. I promise I’m going to make this all right.”

  Worry laces Max’s voice as he tries to make me feel better, at this point though I don’t see how he can. For as much as he says he loves me and Vin, deep down we all know he still won’t say anything to the public about what the real truth is. He just isn’t ready.

  It is what it is and it fucking sucks dick big time.

  What should have been a private moment of Vin trying to calm me down has now turned into something seedy. I’m now going to be known has the bitch who cheated on one of Britain's most eligible bachelors.

  Fuck my life.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Max

  This has to be one fucked up dream I’m having.