Breaker (Unmasked #3)

39. Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Delilah

S itting on Striker’s face has definitely been a part of my shower fantasies, but when I’m confronted with the reality, I’m suddenly nervous. I feel my head shaking, telling him no, but he’s gripping my hips and dragging me up. I fall forward on hands and knees, all too aware of Viper behind me.

“Be a good girl,” Striker says, kissing the inside of my thigh as he positions himself under me. He lifts his head from the bed, placing a soft kiss to my folds. My fingers curl into the bedding, my back bowing to give him better access just as Viper’s hand lands on my ass cheeks, kneading the flesh.

“God, that’s fucking sexy.” Viper grips my shoulder pulling me upright.

The position allows Striker better access and when I feel the slick heat of his tongue right before he sucks me into his mouth, an electric current shoots through my core. I shudder, reaching behind me to clutch at Viper’s hand, searching for anything to keep me grounded as Striker devours me.

Striker’s guttural groan from between my thighs makes that heat pooling in my core turn molten.

“God, I love watching you eat pussy,” Viper says. “Gets me so hard. That’s it, fuck my hand. I’m going to make this cock feel so good while you eat our girl.”

The dirty words pouring from Viper’s mouth makes me cast a look over my shoulder. Viper’s large hand fists Striker’s cock, stroking him roughly. The sight of his hand on him, Striker bucking into each stroke combined with the wet licks to my pussy is so carnal that I grind down onto his face, weaving a hand through his hair, loving his grating moan.

“Why isn’t Reaper here?” I ask, the words leaving my mouth in a rush.

My answer is a hard, long lick to my center, and I shiver. Striker pulls back long enough to say, “Mouth on my cock and suck it like a dirty boy.”

My breath rushes out as I shift to look, angling my body to see. When Viper leans forward, lifting his mask to expose his lush lips and takes Striker into his mouth, I groan. Striker lets out a strangled sound, fingers digging harshly into my thighs, and sucks my folds between his lips, nipping lightly at the flesh.

This is the first time I’ve seen Striker and Viper together and they’re both so sexy, so feral in their need that the thought of them both in me shoots my own desire up even higher.

“Oh fuck,” I hiss, looking back down at Striker, that wild feeling in me growing. “That’s so fucking sexy.”

Striker’s licks and sucks grow hungrier, his tongue moving over me, into me with such desire I’m meeting him, the stiffness in my legs leaving and I’m rubbing my pussy on his face, as Viper sucks his thick length with wet sloppy sounds.

Striker’s gasp nearly sends me over. My fingers tighten in his hair.

He releases me, eyes opening to meet mine. “Good girl. Fuck my face. Take what you want.”

Behind me, I feel movement, and the bed dips. Viper’s warm chest meets my back, his hand snaking around to my throat. My head falls back to his shoulder, his dick slipping between my crack.

Striker groans, his body jerking upwards, his hands traveling up my thighs to my stomach. “Don’t fucking stop,” he rasps. “Keep stroking my cock, as you fuck her.”

“Lean forward,” Viper says, breath fanning my ear through his mask. “Let me in your little pussy first.”

I fall forward onto my hands, and it changes the angle of Striker’s mouth so now he’s just sucking on my clit, sending stars and firelight zinging through my blood.

Viper’s cock nudges at my entrance. He enters me slowly, carefully, as Striker sucks me into his mouth, pulling hard on my clit. When Viper pulls out, I feel Striker’s hot tongue sliding over my entrance, licking both of us as Viper moves in and out gently.

“Fuck,” Striker groans. “You both taste so good.”

Vipers thumb presses into the tight hole at my backside and slips in. I gasp, rocking back onto him, dark need coiling inside me too tight. Striker releases me and holds his tongue out for me, like I do him, letting me drag my pussy over it. The thought he’s letting me take from him dials up that primal need. The sensation of his tongue over me, Viper moving in and out slowly, his finger in my ass matching pace, has my chest expanding, my breaths hitching on feral groans.

Their hands roam all over. A finger in my ass, Striker’s fingers gliding all over, Viper’s reaching around to play with my nipples. When Striker starts licking and sucking again, I groan loudly, my movements growing wild, desperate as Striker sucks, licks, his tongue slicking between Viper’s cock and my pussy, devouring us like a man starved.

My release sneaks up on me, and I shatter so suddenly, so completely I cry out, grinding down on his mouth, even as Viper picks up pace and fucks me through it.

I collapse forward onto my elbows, breaths heaving from my lungs as Vipers slips out.

“God that was fucking perfect,” Viper says.

With deep breaths, I blink, the room coming back into focus. “Shit,” I say as Viper’s finger leaves my tight hole, and I sit upright, falling back onto Striker’s chest. I look down between my legs. “Are you okay?”

Striker’s grin, lips wet from my release, looks purely feral. He lifts his head and kisses my inner thigh, before he grips my hips, forcing me to my move down his body. When his cock hits my ass he groans.

“I’m wonderful,” he says, leaning up on one elbow. “I could eat your pretty pussy all day.”

Desire races through me. I reach between us and guide him to my opening, so desperate for more, that my mind, my body, is nothing but hungry want.

“That’s it.” Viper’s hands land on my hips. “Fuck his gorgeous cock while I play with your ass.”

Lowering myself onto him, we both groan as he stretches me, my pussy soaked. Striker grips the back of my neck and pulls me down to his mouth. I taste myself and my neediness that’s not waiting for them to tell me what they want. I’m taking from them.

Viper’s cock hits my ass crack. “Hold still, Sweetheart,” Viper says. “I’m going to cover your eyes.” The blindfold lowers, slick slipping over me, and he ties it at the back.

Like that day in the dining room, my world is now just sensations. Warm hands moving all over me. Striker’s thick cock stretching me perfectly. His hungry mouth on mine.

Viper grips my shoulder, and I feel his lips skim my back, moving up my neck, his cock slipping over my ass.

“Stay just like that, mo leannan ,“ he whispers, “Keep your hands on the bed like a good girl, and I won’t tie you up.”

My fingers curl into the bed, clinging to the few fragments left of myself they haven’t possessed as I greedily move up and down Striker’s cock, grinding down on him to take him all the way, loving the pinch of pain that bleeds through the pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, yes. Ride my cock, Princess,” Striker grates. “Be our perfect, filthy little slut and take what you want.”

“This gorgeous ass is going to feel so good,” Viper says as his finger slips back into my tight hole. I hear something click, like a bottle cap and all my attention snaps from the feel of Striker, to Viper at my back and his fingers slipping over my tight hole.

I’m really about to do this.

“Ride his cock, Sweetheart.” Viper’s finger drives back into me, moving in deeper than before.

My groan would be embarrassing if I wasn’t so greedy for more.

“You’re dick is so hard, Strike,” Viper says. “I can’t wait until we’re both fucking her and I can feel your huge cock inside her.”

“Fuck,” Striker curses. “I’m not going to last long. Stretch her ass, Vipe. I want to feel you in her.”

On command, Viper slowly inserts another finger. I freeze, my breath hitching at the intrusion.

“Relax, Sweetheart. Keep riding his cock.” Lips press to my spine. “I’m going to add another in a minute. I need you relaxed, and I promise it’ll feel good.”

Each slow drive of his fingers in my ass sends an erotic spark to my clit. I pick up pace again, heat coiling up tightly in my belly, riding Striker while Viper fucks my ass with two fingers.

“Play with your pussy, Princess,” Striker grates, hands digging into my hips.

I wish I could see his face. See how good this feels for him. I prop myself on one hand and reach between us, circling my clit as instructed. Fire ignites at just the light touch and I press harder.

“Ready, Sweetheart?”

“Fuck, I’m not,” Striker says, breaths heavy, voice strangled. “She’s already so tight.”

“You feel me rubbing your dick inside her?” Viper asks, his own voice husky with desire. Viper’s fingers move deeper. There’s intense pressure. My pussy clenches. Striker moans.

“Shit,” he curses. Inside me, I feel his cock throb, Viper’s finger’s pressing my inner walls. Striker grips my hips lifting me off him, and I whine at the loss. “I need a minute.”

“Get that pretty ass up,” Viper says, and I feel him move closer. His fingers slip out. There’s movement and that clip sound again. Fabric moving. Fingers weave into my hair.

“Come here, Princess. Keep rubbing that clit and kiss me.” And then Striker’s mouth is on mine, driving his tongue past my lips.

I feel slickness at my back hole and pressure. My heart kicks in my chest. I angle my ass higher. One large hand spreads my ass.

“Relax, Sweetheart. I got you. I’m going to inch in with just the tip and pull out okay?”

I exhale my yes into Strikers mouth. I want them so bad that I’m angling my ass higher, my breasts slipping over Striker’s bare chest, heart hammering against his, that fiery desperation lighting up my blood.

His dick nudges my rear and pushes, the hand on my hip flexing, fingers dipping to curve around to my lower belly.

“Shit.” I grind my teeth at the slight sting. I feel him slip in, the pressure making me tense and then we all stop moving. I exhale in rush, the sensation of his dick barely in my ass a combination of slight pain and pleasure.

“Fuck,” Viper grates. I hiss a curse of my own. Striker says, “That’s my good girl. Let him in that tight ass so we can fuck you the way you need.”

“Oh god,” Viper breathes out heavily, hot and harsh on my back. My pussy clenches on nothing. Then he slips out. His forehead hits my upper back. I feel slick sweat over warm skin, telling me his mask is off. “Okay, I’m going to do that again but this time, you push back onto me.”

I nod. My blood singing. It’s broad daylight, and this feels so sinful. So right. Viper presses his cock to my back hole again and slips the tip in. We all stay still and breath.

“Come here,” Striker says. With just Vipers tip in my ass, Striker devours my mouth, moving his hand over mine to play with my clit.

“Push back, mo leannan ,“ Viper says. “Slowly. Yeah, like that. Fu-ck , just like that.”

I stop moving, the sting too intense.

“Push back,” Viper says. “Bare down, and it’ll feel better once you get past the initial sting.”

It takes me a minute to realize what he means and when I bear down as I push back, he slips in slowly. My muscles tighten, and the sting tears a gasp from my throat, but then I do it again and it feels like it all just gives, and he slips in deeper.

“Fuck,” Viper says. “Fuck, fuck. Oh God, beautiful girl, your ass is going to be the death of me.”

I stiffen at the intrusion, feeling full and like I may—

Fingers brush hair from my face. “Start to move,” Strikers says. “Until you feel good.

Taking my bottom lip between my teeth, I move.

“Just like that,” Viper grates. “Your ass is so perfect.” A light slap to my ass cheek makes me jolt, but the sting fades and I realize he’s moved deeper.

Another slap to my rear and I start to move a little more. Then I’m slowly moving, the sting fading, changing, blooming into a pleasurable heat.

“ Oh , fuck,“ I breathe, my voice unrecognizable, husky and low as my body lights up, every other part of me feeling empty and needy as my body adjusts.

“Come here.” Warm fingers in my hair, Striker’s mouth on mine. “Fuck his cock, Princess. Make him scream your name.”

I rock back onto Viper, loving the strangled sounds he’s making. How his head drops to my back and he’s starting to move a little with me, meeting me, but letting me control this. His hand digs into my hip, like he’s hanging on for dear life.

“Hold still,” Striker says, and I stop rocking. He pulls me to his chest, and I feel his cock nothing at my entrance. “Give me that pussy, Princess. Open for me.”

When he first slips the head of his cock into me, I gasp, burying my face in his neck breathing him in. “You’re not going to fit.”

“Relax,” Striker says. “Let me in.”

His tip slips in even more and the sound I make is feral, ripping from that wild woman inside me. Striker takes his time, working back into me as Viper makes animalistic groans, but remains perfectly still. Then they’re both seated inside me, and I feel so full, tears sting my eyes.

With every breath, I feel them so fully inside me, it’s overwhelming. I’m truly possessed in this moment, owned by both of them. Viper starts to move and Striker’s moan sets me on fire. I weave my fingers into his hair, my body going slack, and just feel. Striker’s soft movements into me from below, Viper’s slow gentle strokes into my ass. How they’re both delicately trailing fingers over my skin, cherishing every inch of me.

This isn’t rough or demanding. They aren’t pulling desire from me, ripping my pleasure out with every thrust. This is Striker, gently caressing the back of my head, pressing his lips to my cheek, his ragged breaths in my ear. Viper, stroking fingers up and down my spine. Lips on my shoulder, his hot chest to my back then a hand weaving into my hair. They’re giving me pleasure, not taking, allowing me to control the depth, the speed, matching me, meeting me.

My chest expands. Tears sting my eyes, dampening my mask.

I feel their promises in every gentle stroke. In every touch and press of lips. Every hot breath skating across my skin, another promise.

I’m theirs.

Mine.

“Yes, Princess, yours.”

Large hands cup my breasts. A soft press of lips to my shoulder. “Oh, mo leannan , we’re yours. You’re ours and we’re never letting go.”

A deep craving grows in my chest, heat pools softly in my belly. I’m made of just hot breaths and sweaty skin, them inside me, filling up all the empty spaces. The only things I hear are the slick wet sounds of them moving into me, and our ragged breathing. The bed squeaking. My desperation courses in my veins like brilliant gems.

I grip the bedding, suddenly overcome with want and rock back into Viper, forcing him to fuck my ass harder.

“Shit.” Viper grunts. “Oh, fuck yes, Sweetheart. Take it. Harder.” His hips jerk, starting to move faster with me. “Fuck, Strike, your cock feels so good rubbing my dick.”

“You’re both going to make me come so hard.” Striker’s hot groan fans the side of my face. “You take our cocks so well, Princess.”

“I’m going to fill this ass up,” Viper says, words scraping free, hewn from jagged wood and heating my back.

All the hands on me tighten. I feel them both thicken, and I feel so impossibly full, heat blooming, scalding, turning to liquid. Blood roaring in my ears.

Faintly I’m aware of Viper’s filthy praises.

Good girl, fuck me with that prefect ass.

That’s right, use me, Sweetheart.

Striker’s barely contained groans as he juts his hips upward, burying himself so deep I feel him in the fabric of my being.

Then I’m nothing. Everything else but them inside me ceases to exist as pleasure claws through my mind like shattered glass, each shard a different sensation. Heat floods me. Groans erupt, a primal scream tearing from me as everything in me rips apart and I give myself over to them and this pleasure rippling through my body.

Heat floods me, filling me everywhere, throbbing an pulsing as they come indie me.

Then it’s just us panting, Viper across my back, pressing me into Striker’s chest, his forehead rocking on my shoulder. Striker’s heavy breaths in my ear. When we catch our breaths Viper slips out and pulls me off of Striker. I’m turned over onto my back. Too weak to move, I let them do with me as they please. Striker pulls my arms above my head, pinning them to the bed. Large hands part my thighs, pushing them up and open. A hot mouth encloses over my pussy, tongue parting me. I jerk at the feeling, too limp to do anything but surrender to the tongue lapping at Striker’s cum spilling from me.

“Eat her until she’s clean,” Striker says. Teeth graze my nipple. “Fuck, Viper. You’re a filthy boy.”

His answering groan vibrates through my clit. Another long, deep lap, then his tongue is inside me.

“Eat my cum from her tight pussy,” Striker rasps. “Show our girl how much you love the mess I make of her.”

It’s too much. Too many sensations. Being held down, the essence of me, of Striker’s release, being pulled, licked, consumed makes my head thrash, and I fight Striker’s tight grasp, but he doesn’t let me move. Viper doesn’t relent, even when I fight his hands on my thighs by trying to close my thighs, when I beg him to stop because I’m too sensitive, too overcome with emotions and my body feels too hot and lit up.

“I can’t,” I whimper. “I can’t.”

“Give him another, Princess.”

“I can—“ I scream out another release. Striker holds my hands to the bed as he eats my every whimper with a hungry kiss.

They release me, and my legs fall bonelessly to the bed. Striker gathers me up, pressing kisses to my cheeks as he lifts me. I sag against him as he sets me down. My bare feet hit cold tile. I hear drawers being opened and the rustling of blankets.

My cheeks flame, realizing Viper’s cleaning himself and probably the bed.

Striker lets me go and I hear a door shut. I pull my mask off and catch his smirk, highlighted by the tungsten light of the bathroom vanity.

He cups my cheeks, gold eyes searching my face, running his thumbs over my burning cheeks. “This is quite a blush. If you’re embarrassed, worrying about a mess, then let me say it was absolute filthy.”

I wince.

“You, Princess, are such a dirty little girl, taking two cocks.” His lips press to mine, and I swear to god my heart stops from the way his lips pull into a devilish grin as he backs away. “You’re so perfect. Even if you’re a terrible shot.”

A scoff breaks free, then a laugh, my eyes dropping to his chest, because I am. Really bad.

Striker hooks a finger under my chin, tilting my head back. My eyes meet his and what I see there melts me. Flays me alive.

Mine.

He is mine.

They are mine .

“I just need more practice,” I whisper, never wanting that look to leave his eyes. Approval. Appreciation. Complete adoration. “I’ll do better.”

“Don’t you worry, Princess, you’re going to be beautifully deadly by the time we’re done with you.”