Page 183 of Revenge Saints
We step into the shower. Aspen stands under the stream, water sliding down the curve of her back. We strip in silence, watching, waiting for the moment she realizes she’s not alone. That we’re here. For her. To take her.
She turns off the tap and spins, unaware she has company. One step and her eyes snap up. We’re in front of her, naked, hard.
Aspen gasps, then lets out a breathless giggle before twisting back toward the water, a teasing little escape, but Knox is faster; he grabs the back of her neck and slams her chest against the cold tile.
“Knox,” she whimpers, breath catching. He doesn’t respond. Just kicks her legs apart, claiming her.
I move beside them, fingers tracing down her spine to the curve of her ass. I slap her left cheek, and it blooms red instantly. Perfect. I grin.
My hand dips lower; she’s already soaked, and I slide a finger in. She rises on her toes with a moan. I start to work her, thrusting in and out.
Knox meets my eyes. Then his fingers join mine. We thrust into her together, filling her, stretching her.
“Oh God,” she gasps, head snapping back, nipples flattened against the wall.
I lean in, biting her ear. “Not yet, doll,” I whisper, and we both pull out. She lets out a shaky breath, her forehead resting against the tile.
“You’re going to be so full of our cum.” Knox growls, thick with hunger. “You’ll be dripping for days.”
Behind me, I hear movement. Ryker and Max step in, cocks hard, eyes locked on our girl. Max reaches down, wraps his fist around Ryker’s length, and strokes him, slow and possessive. Ryker groans, but his gaze never wavers from Aspen.
Knox spins her to face them. “On your knees, pet.”
She drops immediately.
Her eyes flick to Max, still pumping Ryker in his fist. Her lips part. She knows what’s coming.
Knox kneels behind her, pressing his wide hand on her back until she’s on all fours. He lines up, and I watch every one of his piercings disappear into her soaked heat.
“Fuucckk,” Knox groans as he slides in, the sound raw, almost pained with how tight she is.
Ryker moves closer, kneeling in front of her. “Open your mouth, Aspen.”
She lifts her gaze, breathless, and parts her lips, still trembling, still insatiable.
He rubs his precum along her mouth, a filthy tease, and she licks it off with a kitten’s tongue, hips rolling back as Knox fucks her harder. His grip on her hips is brutal, possessive. Red bruises bloom where his fingers dig in.
Then Ryker pushes inside her mouth, and she takes him, eager and soft. Her lips stretch, her cheeks hollow, and her throat opens with practiced grace. She bobs her head, fast and hungry.
Ryker growls low in his chest. His hand fists in her hair, and he forces more of himself down her throat. She gags but doesn’t stop. She moans through it, messy and eager.
So fucking beautiful.
He stills, hips jerking. “Swallow every fucking drop,” he growls. Then he slams forward, spilling deep, and I watch her throat work.
I stroke her damp hair; fingers gentle in contrast. “Good girl, doll.”
Knox is still moving, still feral. His thrusts echo in the bathroom, wet skin slapping, her cries bouncing off the tiles. One arm wraps around her waist, the other between her thighs, fingers working her clit in tight, skilled circles.
“Knox,” She spasms around him, moaning his name like a prayer. Her orgasm rips through her, and he grunts and follows, thrusting deep, groaning into her ear as he empties himself inside her.
“Such a fucking good girl, pet,” he breathes, forehead against her shoulder. He kisses her temple. Once. Twice. Over and over.
Ryker leans in, trailing his fingers down her side, whispering soft praises against her jaw.
I step forward, grabbing the small bottle of oil. Max catches my eye and smirks.
“Our turn,” I murmur, and Aspen lifts her face toward us, lips swollen, eyes shining. She nods.
