Page 134 of Darcy
“Are you okay?” Prophet asks me. “Legs fine?”
I do a quick inventory, then reach my arms out to him. “I’m fine. I want more, though.”
Dodger groans. “Insatiable.”
“Good thing there are four of us,” Slate adds, taking my hands before Prophet can and lifting me up into his arms. “Hold on tight,bebita.”
With one hand beneath my still-plugged ass to hold me in place, he uses the other to angle his dick towards my pussy, sliding in easily. As soon as he’s buried as deep as he can go, he rearranges us so that his arms are hooked beneath my knees, with my feet digging into his ass and my arms wrapped around his neck for support.
He grins over my shoulder at Prophet. “Were you planning to join us?”
I follow his gaze, and frown as I realise the drummer is rolling on a condom, but I don’t have a chance to ask why as he finishes and comes up behind me. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder and glory in being surrounded by two men who love me absolutely.
Then he tugs the plug free, discarding it to the floor without caring where it ends up.
My spine stiffens, but he’s already there, lubing up his cock and pressing it against my asshole. “Don’t tense, angel. Just breathe and focus on how good Slate feels in your pussy.”
Tilting my head back, I claim Slate’s mouth in a desperate kiss as Prophet’s cock replaces the plug. God, he’s so much bigger than the toy, and I nip at Slate’s lips as gravity forces my body to yield to the dual invasion.
“My God,” I choke out as he finally bottoms out.
“Your ass is mine, angel,” he groans against my ear. “Now hold on to Slate’s shoulders.”
I do as he asks, my nails digging into Slate’s muscles as the two of them draw out and then start alternating their thrusts. Moving with the kind of synchronicity that I’ve only ever seen them display on stage. They play my body like I’m their instrument, thrusting at just the right angle so that Slate rubs over my G-spot while his pelvis grinds against my clit.
It’s wet, messy, raw fucking, and I love it. The sounds that escape my mouth are nothing short of animalistic as I stretch to accommodate the two of them.
“I’m not gonna last…” Slate grunts. “Come for us,reina. Come all over our cocks.”
Prophet shifts, moving one hand around between my body and his bandmate’s to find my slippery clit and trap it between two of his fingers. Then he leans down, rubbing his stubble along my throat as his lips caress my ear.
“Please.”
I detonate, clinging to Slate as my toes curl, and my thoughts become a blur. The bassist freezes, buried deep inside me, then he groans and buries his head in my hair. Pressing a kiss to my temple, he withdraws and staggers back, still watching with hooded eyes.
Prophet carries me over to the beanbag, his cock never leaving my ass as he arranges me on my hands and knees and then starts thrusting in earnest.
A second before he’s about to come, the reason for the condom becomes clear as he pulls out and rips the latex off before shoving his dick into my pussy. He fucks into me once, then twice, before groaning as his own orgasm hits.
“Stay there,” he murmurs, drawing back and pressing my shoulders down into the bag when I would’ve flipped over.
Prophet’s fingers scoop up the cum which has escaped and spreads it up to my pussy, before forcing it back inside. While he works, the others move to surround us, claiming my mouth with tender kisses.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Dodger mutters under his breath.
“Weird as hell, though,” Arlo adds, then rolls his eyes at the death glares the others shoot him. “What?! We spent the last thirty years of our lives tryingnotto get girls pregnant. This is literally a one-eighty.”
I giggle, because I understand exactly what he means. “You’ll get used to it,” I promise, as Prophet finally gives up and allows Slate to pull me into his lap. “After all, we have plenty of time to practise.” I pause, grimacing when my tummy rumbles. “So, when do I get to eat that pizza?”
Four snorts answer me, and I snuggle deeper into Slate, kissing the band tattoo over his heart while Dodger shuffles away to go and fix us some food.
Yes, it’s been a long road to get here, but I’m finally exactly where I always dreamed of being.
“For the record,” Slate whispers in my ear. “I really like Mrs. Hazardous.”
Epilogue
Darcy — Nine Years Later…
