Page 44 of Wicked Deceit
“Well then, how about we play a fucking game?” I ask, trying to settle my damn heart rate down when Kaycee perks up.
“Are you finally going to show me what’s in the bag?” She asks, crossing the room to the bag. Before she can pick it up and take a peek, I snatch it off the table and hold it in the air. I smirk, dangling it just above her head, and she frowns, reaching for it again.
“Sit the fuck down,” I bark, holding it way above her head.
She swallows hard, wanting to defy my orders, but huffs instead. Fucking little brat. I swear one day I’ll spank the defiance out of her ass. But until then, I have a better fucking plan to execute. Sitting on the edge of my bed between the twins, she eyes my every move. I lick my lips when I set the bag down and slowly open it, secretly loving the little noises she makes when I’m too slow.
I pull the box out of the bag with deliberate movements and set it on my desk, turning to Kaycee, who examines the box with furrowed brows.
“Hide and seek,” I say, popping the box's tabs and pulling out our newest toy.
“Hide and seek?” She asks, eyes focusing on the pink contraption in my hand.
“Hide and fucking seek,” Seger grins and then pales, looking down at his crotch. “Fuck, man,” he gasps, grabbing my shoulder when he folds forward, heaving breaths. He groans, cupping his aching dick like a whiny fucking baby.
“Suck it up, West number one,” I say, trying not to laugh at him because as soon as my thoughts drift to Kaycee moaning and writhing, I bite my fist, keeping away the pain of my fucking cock.
“You suck it up, dickface! This hurts,” he grumbles again, running a hand over his dick.
“So, hide and seek. I’m assuming that has something to do with it?” Zepp asks, stepping forward with that clinical eye he always holds. Even fucking better, he’s not staring around at the mess in my apartment anymore or turning green. Such a fucking baby.
As if we fucking planned it with one brain between us, we turn to the woman sitting on my bed with wide inquisitive eyes. I can’t tell if she’s staring at her new pussy toy with awe, fear, or lust. But whatever the look is, I’ll fucking take it.
“What do you mean, hide and seek?” She asks in a breathy voice, going straight to my fucking aching dick. She swallows hard again, looking nervously at the pink toy resting in my hands. “With that?”
“Listen carefully,” I say in a deep, authoritative voice, stepping toward her. “You’re going to lie back on the bed.” She raises a defiant brow, not budging like I thought she would.
“Baby girl, do as he says, or else you’ll get punished,” Zepp rasps, clearly on the same fucking page as me. Maybe he should be West number one instead, because he knows what the fuck is going on.
She swallows hard again but hardens her eyes. “You know I don’t like surprises,” she murmurs, but she lays flat on her back like the good fucking girl she is. Breaths pour in and out of her nose rapidly as she eases onto the bed and stares at the ceiling. When we don’t make a move forward, her eyes dart back and forth with suspicion. It’s like she’s waiting on us to descend on her like a hungry pack of wolves, ready to devour every inch of her. And fuck, do I fucking wish I could.
“Take off her fucking pants and panties,” I bark out, gesturing for Seger to move forward.
“Again with the bossing around in the bedroom, asshole,” he grumbles, but like the obedient fuckwipe he is, he carefully shimmies her leggings and panties to her ankles and tosses them over his shoulder. He raises her legs onto the bed, opening her glistening pussy up to all three of us. Shit! Fuck! Why did I think this was a good idea?
“Damn fucking no sex bullshit,” Seger gripes, holding her lips open with two fingers and exposing every inch of her arousal.
My eyes transfix on her wetness, coating his fingers and making them glisten. Drool pools in my mouth like a starving man, and I drop to my knees at the alter of the goddess I’m about to fucking worship. I’ll show her every inch of her worth with my tongue and fingers until the day I can sink my fat dick inside her and fill her with my cum again. Fuck. Shit. I take a deep breath, ignoring the pain searing through my aching dick. No matter the pain, I’d crawl through a field of shards of glass to get a taste of her one last time.
“This is fucking torture,” I murmur, brushing my lips along her thigh.
My dick fucking bounces, sending pain through my whole body when I blow on her pussy, and she shivers, stifling a moan.
“Then why do it?” She asks in a breathy voice, reaching to run her fingers through my hair.
“Because, Angel, this isn’t about us,” Seger says, swallowing hard. Lust blows his pupils wide as he looks down at her.
“This is all about you,” Zepp says, laying beside her on the bed. He swipes her hair off her forehead and smiles.
“For your fucking pleasure, we get pleasure. We may not be able to fuck you yet,” I mumble into her, blowing more air over her clit and pussy. I narrow my eyes at Zepp when he clears his throat with a smug smile.
“They may not be able to fuck you, but I sure can,” he practically purrs, running his fingers down her jaw with a possessive gleam coming to life in his eyes.
“You have to win to be able to fuck her,” I growl, swiping my tongue over her clit. Her hips buck. Chasing my tongue, I grin, biting into her thigh until she’s thrashing and trying to punch me in the head. She pants, losing her breath when Zepp restrains her arms at her sides, carefully avoiding any further pain to her broken arm. Her eyes dilate to almost black when she gazes back at me, silently begging for me to do her in. And who am I to deny my Vixen anything but pleasure. Of course, she’s in for a real treat for the next hour or so. Because what I have in mind is going to blow her fucking panties off.
“Win?” She pants. “How do you win?”
I raise my head from between her thighs, admiring the red mark on her porcelain skin. It’s red and angry, with my teeth indents branded into her skin. Marking her as fucking mine. If it were up to me, she’d have these everywhere so everyone saw who the fuck she belonged to. Me. Them. Chase. She’d have all our marks, and no one would ever fuck with her again. Looking down, I admire the glistening pussy juices leaking from her and run the flat of my tongue along her opening. Pulling back, I smack my lips together in satisfaction, letting her wetness coat my lips.
