River’s thrusts get quicker.
Eli’s hand drops to my pussy his fingers circling where we join but when he moves up to my clit River smacks his hand away.
“No. This is a punishment. She comes from our cocks inside of her or she doesn’t come at all.”
I don’t bother complaining because I can already feel myself at the edge.
River and Eli find the perfect rhythm, hitting that spot deep inside of me and I scream around Jude’s cock as I climax. He follows me over the edge and I choke on his cum, swallowing him down as best I can while his dick is still lodged inside of me.
He pulls out and my arms give way. I collapse onto Eli’s chest as he and River bury themselves deep and grind against me, their groans filling the room as they come.
I’m so thoroughly fucked I can’t do anything but lie there as the guys draw out of me. Aftershocks pulse through my core, fluttering around their lengths as they leave. I’m rolled onto my back.
Jude and Eli lean back against the headboard either side of me, their hands trailing up and down my arms and chest.
River disappears into the bathroom as Oz stands up and rounds the bed to look at me. My cheeks heat. I can feel the guys’ release leaking out of me. Oz climbs onto the bed and dips his fingers into my pussy, gathering their cum. “You’re a mess, MoLeannan.” He paints my stomach with their cum, his eyes dark and sinful. “A beautiful fucking mess.” He lips crash onto mine, devouring my mouth. Feasting on me.
Without pulling back he undoes his pants and slides into me. It feels different being fucked with Eli’s cum still inside of me. I’m so wet Oz glides right in. He takes it slow, drawing out to the very tip before plunging back in again.
My body is limp and satisfied and I don’t think there’s any chance I can come again but with Jude and Eli’s hands on my tits and Oz’s slow love making, I feel myself start to rise. My breathing picks up and Oz changes pace, pounding into me until we’re both crying out.
I lose track of reality a little. My eyes flutter closed and I’m vaguely aware of the guys whispering words of adoration as I’m lifted off the bed. Moments later I’m lowered into a bath. A hiss escapes my lips as the welts on my ass hit the hot water but then it starts to soothe. I let the guys wash me as I drift, only coming to as I’m laid upon what smells like a fresh set of sheets.
Eli, River, Jude, and Oz climb into the bed, surrounding me like a cocoon. River props up on his elbow and looks down at me. “Welcome back, darling. How are you feeling?”
I nod. “I’m good,” I say, my voice croaky. My lips curve up. “A little sore, but I feel lighter somehow.”Who knew getting your ass whipped and being fucked so thoroughly was kind of therapeutic?
“You were incredible,” River says. He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Get some rest. We’ll be here.”
I nod and close my eyes.
My life may not be perfect but it’s the best it’s ever been. I trust the guys to be here when I wake up. The rest can wait.
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
Freya
LIFE IS GOOD. It’s been two weeks since I officially became an FBI agent and, in some sort of unspoken agreement, moved in with the guys.
Jude helped me pack up the rest of my things, and I’m toying with the idea of renting out my house. Everything feels pretty much perfect until Oz picks up the box. “No, no, don’t you dare!” I launch myself across the couch, leaning over Jude’s legs as I reach to grab the last apple fritter.
Oz raises his eyebrows but gives in and hands the box over to me. “You’re addicted to sugar.”
I sit back in the couch, my new prized possession in my grasp. “And the problem with that is...?”
Everyone just shakes their head, indulging me as I happily bite into the crisp, caramelized fritter. I shouldn’t be hungry still. I’ve eaten at last three portions of the Chinese we ordered for dinner. Once I’ve finished the fritter, I lick my fingers and relax back into the couch.
The last time I sat in this room eating Chinese was the day I told the guys who I really was. It’s fair to say things have changed since then. Eli, for example, no longer wants to strangle me. And it feels good to not have secrets from the guys anymore. This might be the first time in my life, aside from Carmen, that I’ve been around people who know my story. Who know me.
We eventually get too full to eat anymore and put on a movie. We’re halfway through when River’s phone rings. He heads into the hall to take the call and when he returns a few minutes later I know our evening of bliss has come to an end.
Oz pauses the movie.
“That was Zach, Agent Syed’s PA,” River adds for my sake. “We need to go. Arthur Maxwell’s killed again. He’s gone back to his original victim type. A mother in her thirties named Adelaide Janson.”
I wait, knowing there’s something else. Another victim is bad but, to be honest, we all knew it was coming. River looks too shaken by the news.
Jude must pick up on it too because he sits forward. “What is it?”
