Burn Like An Angel (Harrowdean Manor #2)

24. Ripley

CHAPTER 24

RIPLEY

HIGHER – CROIXX

I wake to weak morning light, far too warm and comfortable to move. Credits roll in the background, accompanying the sound of heavy breathing and snores. I must’ve dropped off after the fourth movie.

Something hard and wiry is sprawled out beneath me. I’ve turned Xander into a human mattress, my face tucked into the crook of his neck, legs spread either side of his waist and chests flush together.

On the other sofa, Raine is resting in Lennox’s lap. Both fast asleep. None of us survived the sci-fi marathon we ended up undertaking after watching the first movie Xander put on.

“No, stop,” Xander begs beneath me.

I quickly sit up to shake him. “Xan. Wake up.”

“No… Please.”

“Hey, hey. It’s me.”

“S-Stop.”

“Xan!”

With enough shaking, he finally rouses. “Argh!”

The sleepy fog that fills his eyes whenever I wake him from a nightmare clears faster than usual. Xander looks over me then the room, verifying his surroundings. He hasn’t had a dream like this for a while.

Throat bobbing, he slumps back on the sofa, drawing in uneven breaths. I push damp hair from his face. He’s feeling clammy and looks even paler than usual.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” he pants. “Fine.”

“Just take deep breaths. You didn’t wake the others.”

He works on breathing slowly while I continue smoothing his hair.

“You’re safe with me, Xan. You can come back.”

It takes time for him to calm down, his eyes now at half-mast. The dawn sun splatters across his porcelain skin, highlighting curves and angles sharp enough to slice me wide open.

Xander hides his face in my chest, his hot breath warming my skin. I keep him close until the sound of birdsong leaks into the living room, and my neck aches from holding it at an odd angle.

I’m not sure if he’s gone back to sleep. We’ve been cuddled together for what feels like forever. When I try to move, his hand quickly bands across my back to hold me in place, answering that question.

“Xan,” I whisper. “I need to stretch.”

His only reply is a low moan of protest, face tucked into my throat. I squirm at the feel of his lips teasing my neck, skipping higher until he finds my pulse point and lightly nips.

The arm keeping me trapped against him tightens, flattening me on his chest. My breasts are pressing into him, the baggy shirt I stole from his stash riding up to reveal my hips and thighs to the air.

A hand sneaks down my body, coasting lower until he slides it into the back of my panties. I gasp when Xander grabs a handful of my right ass cheek and squeezes hard.

“I could get used to you waking me up from bad dreams looking like this,” he purrs into my throat.

His tight grip on my rear causes me to buck, accidentally pressing into his growing erection. I want to stand and move away, knowing what woke him up, but he won’t release me.

“Xan, wait?—”

“Keep squirming,” he rasps. “I’m not letting you go.”

“We shouldn’t…”

“Shouldn’t do what?”

His hips press upwards, rocking his hardness into me. I’m straddled right above his crotch, giving him the perfect position to rub himself on me. I can feel how my body on his is affecting him.

The hand infiltrating my panties cinches again, making my skin burn. He’s squeezing my backside like he wants to flip me over and take out all his emotions on my body.

“The others,” I gasp.

“Trust me, we’ve heard about Raine’s sharing kink,” Xander murmurs back. “He’s discussed it at length with us.”

“Oh.”

He chuckles beneath me. “Surprised?”

“A little. Do you guys… erm, discuss what we do together?”

“No, never. But Raine wanted to broach the subject. I was surprised by how on-board Lennox was. He’s changed his tune, hasn’t he?”

That may have something to do with the mind-blowing sex we had during their interviews and the multiple times he’s made me shamelessly beg for an orgasm since. The man has a passion for edging.

“Want to test the theory?” Xander teases.

Simmering heat pools between my thighs, created by his hard cock pushing up into me. Each move makes my skin tighten and constrict. I feel like I want to tear myself apart just to get more friction.

“How?”

“You’re going to follow my instructions, little toy. Word for word.”

Hips surging upwards, his hard bulge meets my clit. It throbs beneath my panties, the thin cotton quickly becoming soaked.

“I want to watch them fuck you.” Xander’s lips touch my ear. “And I want you to keep your eyes on me when they fill you with their cocks.”

“Fuck, Xan.”

“You like the sound of that, don’t you?”

More warmth swirls through my veins. “Yes.”

“Go on, then. Wake Lennox up with your mouth. I know he’d like that.”

Releasing his arm, Xander pushes me away from him. I slide off the sofa to find my feet, drinking in his desire-laced gaze. He actually wants me to do this.

Fine. I’m not scared to take what I want.

Padding over to the other sofa, I kneel in front of Lennox. He’s asleep in an odd position, almost seated normally but with his head laid back and Raine’s head resting on his left leg.

I stroke a hand up his other leg, feeling each rigid muscle in his bulging quads and thighs. When Lennox stirs, I halt briefly, my eyes locked on his face. His breathing evens out, and I continue upwards.

Lifting Lennox’s shirt, I place featherlight kisses along his abdominals. My lips leave a light trail, causing his already firm bulge to grow. He’s sporting morning wood.

Easing the front of his sweats down, I splay a hand over his lower belly and use the other to rub his cock through his boxers. His huge length strains against the fabric, barely trapped inside.

“Are you staring at it?”

The quiet voice almost scares me until I realise it’s coming from Raine, his head resting inches from where my attention is focused. His eyes are still closed.

“No.”

“Then do as Xander asked, babe.”

“You really want to hear this?”

“Fuck yes, I do.”

I slip Lennox’s dick from his boxers, taking it in my hand. The thick steel fills my palm, hot and throbbing as a deep sound rumbles from his chest.

In their own ways, both Xander and Raine are observing me now. Neither moving nor speaking. Ducking my head, I pull Lennox into my mouth, swirling my tongue over his smooth head.

Muscles tense beneath my other hand. I draw his cock in deep, bobbing up and down on his length to coax him awake. Lennox stirs with a groan, his hand moving to rest atop my head.

“Wha…? Rip?”

Hearing his voice, I suck hard, taking him to the back of my throat. Lennox’s fingers tighten in my hair. Easing back, I tease his shaft with my tongue and move my eyes up to his.

Yep. He’s awake.

Wild-eyed with surprise, Lennox stares down at my mouth latched around his dick. Raine hasn’t moved, though his unfocused, golden eyes are now open, and he’s breathing a little harder.

“Raine,” Lennox says gutturally. “Get off me so I can fuck our girl’s face right now.”

Raine pulls himself upright. “Be my guest.”

I watch his hand move to cup the straining bulge between his legs as Lennox repositions himself, his grip still firm on my hair.

“Whose idea was it to wake me up like this?”

I blink up at him innocently.

“I have a few guesses.” Lennox looks at the two others. “Do we all want to do this?”

When there’s no complaints, he ruts up into me, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. His thickness skates against my tongue, nudging my throat until I make a faint choking sound.

“Shall I show them how rough we like to play?” Lennox strokes my head.

God, I have no idea how either man will react. Xander loves to mix pleasure and pain. Raine’s game for just about anything, but Lennox smashes past my limits like it’s a personal vendetta.

I let him set the pace, using my mouth as if I’m little more than an inanimate doll. It’s freeing to let Lennox take control and be rough, even with his friends in the room.

When he yanks on my hair to lift me off his cock, I gulp down air, feeling thick strands of saliva pull from my mouth. Lennox glances to the side before refocusing on me.

“Raine,” he grumbles. “Get down there, and tell me how wet our girl is for us.”

Raine pulls himself off the sofa to land on the floor next to me. He uses his hand to feel for my position, identifying where I’m placed on the carpet before I sense him settle behind me.

He lifts Xander’s loose shirt to locate my panties, gliding the elastic over my hips but leaving it around my knees. Air kisses my bare backside and pussy, now exposed to the room.

I’m bent over to reach Lennox’s cock, leaving me wide open. Violin-roughened fingertips dance across my hips, back and ass cheeks in a taunting rhythm. When he slides them over my wet folds, I can’t hold back a moan.

Lennox’s nostrils flare. “Quiet, Rip.”

He silences me by shoving his cock deeper into my mouth, cutting off any further noises. I swallow down his length, still focused on the feel of Raine torturously circling my entrance with two fingers.

“Our dirty girl is fucking soaked,” he announces, running his thumb over my aching clit. “She likes being watched. Don’t you, Ripley?”

I’m unable to defend myself with Lennox rocking into my mouth, filling it at a steady cadence. Each nudge against my throat makes the backs of my eyes burn.

“Taste her,” Lennox demands.

A wet tongue slides over me, clit to pussy, making me spasm. Raine sucks my bundle of nerves into his mouth, applying just enough pressure to make my spine curve.

“Focus, Ripley.” The knot of desire in my core tightens at Lennox’s commanding tone. “You have a job to do.”

Tightening my lips around him, I move in time to each of his upward thrusts. Saliva runs down my chin, causing wet, sliding sounds to spill from where we’re connected.

Hearing his throat clear from across the room, my eyes dart to Xander. He’s still watching, now sitting up on the sofa, one leg braced on the other. Yet he doesn’t touch himself. All his attention is on me.

I whimper when I feel Raine’s tongue spear my slit, pushing inside me. It’s a welcome intrusion, causing my pussy to pulse and contract. I can imagine how his face looks, smeared in my juices.

“Problem, Rip?” Lennox fists my hair tight. “Is he fucking you with his tongue?”

Blinking up at him, my eyes are swimming. Raine pulls his tongue from my entrance long enough to push two fingers in, circling them inside my cunt. I let them both fill me, keeping my gaze locked on Xander as power unlike anything I’ve ever felt floods me.

Eyebrow cocked, he gestures for me to move. I know what he wants to see. This is all a tease. Pushing against Lennox’s hand, I remove him from my mouth.

“Xander wants a show,” I explain shakily.

Breathing ragged, Lennox looks at his best friend. “Is that so?”

Xander shrugs. “She has her instructions.”

He looks between us then back at Raine, still positioned behind me. He’s pulled his fingers from my pussy, now resting at my backside and awaiting his next order.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.” Lennox snickers, tongue dancing slowly along his bottom lip.

I kiss his inner thigh before shuffling around to face Raine. After pulling off my panties the rest of the way, he lets me push him down to the carpet in the space between the sofa and the coffee table, putting him on his back.

Grabbing the waistband of the pyjama pants he pulled on yesterday, I tug them down, pulling his boxers with them. Raine braces a hand behind his head, content to let me take control.

Each guy has their own dynamic with me. We trade power in unique ways in the safety of the bedroom. I’m not sure what the combined result will be, but my quivering pussy is ready to find out.

Settling above Raine’s hips, I keep my attention fixed on Xander as I seize hold of his cock to position it at my entrance. Raine grunts beneath me, his hands finding their way to my hips.

“What are you waiting for?” Xander asks impatiently.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Nothing.”

Then I push down on Raine’s steel, allowing him to bottom out inside me. I don’t need any more prep after having his fingers and tongue. I’m itching to feel him stretch me open.

He groans loudly, fingertips digging deep into my skin. I’ve found the perfect angle to take him fully inside me. Still, my focus is split between all three of them.

Xander’s stare. Lennox watching me take Raine. The moaning violinist caught in the middle, letting me ride him. Even outnumbered, I feel in control. They’re all here for me.

“Shirt off,” Lennox orders. “Let us see those perfect tits bounce.”

Pulling it up and over my head, I toss the shirt at him. “Here.”

He catches the balled-up fabric then throws it onto the sofa. With my free hand, I seize my breast and squeeze, adding to my own pleasure. Lennox watches me flick and twist my nipple until it stiffens.

“That’s better. Now ride him, baby.”

I hungrily slide up and down on Raine’s shaft. He’s still gripping my hips, allowing him to drive into me each time I thrust down. The result has me moaning loudly, over-sensitised by all the eyes on me.

I’ve no idea how Xander is still just sitting there, drinking in his fill. Lennox is pumping his cock as he watches us perform in front of him. But the iceman is content to observe for now.

“Yes, babe.” Raine surges into me, his blazing caramel eyes darting in all directions. “God. You feel so fucking good clenched around me.”

Pinching my nipple tight, I throw my head back, rising and falling on him at a quickening tempo. My breasts jostle with each move, the heavy mounds pushed outwards for their perusal.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Lennox praises. “Right, Xan?”

He nods in approval. “She is breathtaking.”

“She feels it,” Raine adds throatily.

Their compliments only make me feel bolder. I drop a hand to my pussy, working my clit in fast circles in time to Raine surging up into me. He’s panting on the carpet, chasing each movement to make our collision even more intense.

In my periphery, I can see Lennox rising to circle us. Anxiety prickles my body. I can’t possibly take them both—not with Lennox’s size. I have a feeling he’d be all too happy to try, though.

When he halts on my right side, hand curled around the base of his cock, I know what he’s seeking. My mouth opens, accepting his length back. Lennox glides past my lips to fill me.

“That’s my perfect slut.” He cups the back of my neck. “Taking us both so well, aren’t you?”

My only response is a hum from my chest, barely audible.

“I’m going to fuck your pretty throat while you make Raine come.” Lennox slams into my mouth, over and over. “Let him fill your cunt up, baby.”

I’m already clenching around Raine’s length, hugging his cock in a vice. Between all the stimulation, I’m ready to climax. But I want Raine to fill me first. I want them to see me dripping in it.

Controlling my sucking with his hand on my neck, Lennox quickly drives into my mouth. Each hit pushes my tolerance to the limit. I can feel the moisture sliding down my cheeks from his roughness.

“Come for me.” Raine replaces my hand with his so he can strum my clit. “That’s it, babe.”

The feel of him jolting inside me is so exquisite, I let myself fall apart. My orgasm hits in an intense rush, rolling in with little warning. My muscles pull tight, holding me in suspension between them.

“Fuck!” Raine bellows.

Heat rushes into me, spilling from his cock. I slow my movements, undulating my hips in a circle to pull every last drop of pleasure from him. He grunts underneath me, thumb stilling on my clit.

Lennox pulls out before he can finish, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. Seeing that Raine is spent, he slides his hands underneath my arms to pluck me up like I weigh little more than air.

“Sorry, man. You wanted to share, though.”

“Fair.” Raine wipes a bead of sweat from his forehead.

I’m carried to the sofa, but Lennox doesn’t deposit me on it. Instead, he bends me over the curved armrest, nudging my legs open with his knee. He lifts me by the hips so he can access every part of me.

“Look at all this mess,” he grumbles roughly. “Your perfect cunt is glistening, baby. I hope Raine didn’t tire you out.”

“Not yet,” I gasp. “Please… More.”

“You beg so beautifully for me. I love the sound of it.”

I cry out when he nudges against my entrance, teasing my sensitive slit. I’m not sore after riding Raine, but I know I will be by the time Lennox is through. He loves to make me work for it.

“Easy, Rip. We both know you can take me, and Raine’s got you all relaxed.”

He clearly doesn’t care that I’m soaked in another man’s fluids. Noted.

“That’s it,” Lennox praises, nudging himself inside me. “Legs open for me, baby.”

Bent over the armrest, I have a perfect view across the room of Xander. Still unmoved. The strain tenting the jeans he slept in must be uncomfortable. Why won’t he touch himself?

Holding his eyes, I let him see every iteration of bliss that having Lennox inch into me creates. Just when I don’t think I can take anymore, he withdraws and slides back in, pushing me that little bit further.

I feel the moment he’s fully sheathed, his balls slapping against me. Hell, it’s intense. Even after an orgasm from the man still sprawled out on the floor.

“Dammit.” Lennox moves behind me, our skin slapping together. “You’ve already got me so worked up.”

It’s a hedonistic thrill to know that Lennox is struggling to hold it together. I don’t know if he can feel my satisfaction, but the harsh spank he delivers feels more like pleasurable punishment than praise.

“You like taking us all, don’t you?” he grunts. “Letting three men fuck your sweet pussy.”

“Yes.” I can’t suppress the loud moan that escapes me.

“After all this time… You got what you wanted. We’re all gone for you, Rip.”

Contracting around him, I love the way it makes Lennox turn feral. The first time we slept together, I could hardly sit down afterwards, he’d hit me so hard.

I loved feeling the bruises twinge each time I moved. Even if I was already black and blue from Harrison’s beating, it felt good to have Lennox’s handprints on me, erasing the unwanted touch.

With each pump into me from behind, Lennox spanks me hard on the ass. Fire ants race over my skin, making me cry out at each impact. His strokes are long and broad, sparing no time.

I catch sight of Xander moving the slightest amount. He unfolds his legs, tongue darting out to wet his lips. The psychopath still hasn’t touched himself. Not a single stroke.

“Patient, isn’t he?” Lennox puffs. “Half the pleasure is watching you like this. Sweaty and stripped bare, covered in our come.”

“Oh, Nox.”

“Should we relieve him? He looks rather lonely sitting over there.”

Slapping my ass hard, Lennox abruptly pulls himself out. I shout his name louder, feeling myself overflow with trickling warmth. The sudden change sends me reeling.

I’m lifted from the sofa, my midsection burning from being bent over the stiff fabric. I let Lennox carry me, taking a second to look at Raine. He’s upright now but still on the carpet, listening.

When we stop in front of Xander, something is silently communicated between them. Xander shifts on the sofa to strip his bottom half off. Lennox holds me mid-air, planning something unknown.

“You’re going to ride him backwards,” he murmurs into my neck. “Fold your legs beneath you then lower yourself onto him.”

“I can’t?—”

“Yes, Rip. You can.”

Lowering me onto Xander, Lennox gives me a moment to fold my legs. I end up kneeling on the sofa cushions, a leg either side of Xander’s thighs so I’m braced above his prominent erection.

Lennox stands in front of us, his dick at eye-level with me. He fists his length and begins to stroke, jerking the shaft in fast pumps.

“Take him.” He tilts his head towards Xander. “I want to see what it looks like.”

My core clenches tight, loving the remaining boundaries between us being smashed down. Xander’s hand stroking up and down my spine leaves gooseflesh. He takes hold of my breast and twists, causing pain to hum through me.

“Shy, little toy?” His soft purr sweeps over me.

I find my balance over him. “I’m not fucking shy.”

“Prove it.”

Finding his shaft, I guide him inside me. Xander slots in like lock and key, taking full advantage of my sweat-slick state. I’m a mess, but he doesn’t complain. Not when I accept his full length without protest.

“Good.” Lennox continues to work himself over. “That’s perfect.”

“You like watching me take another man?”

His eyebrows draw together. “Surprisingly, yeah. It’s hot as fuck.”

Despite my burning thigh muscles, I lift myself on Xander and ease back down to take him inside me. I have enough energy to see this filthy game we’ve begun through.

It takes some adjusting, riding Xander from this position. I can’t see him or gauge his reaction, but in some ways, that makes it hotter. All that exists is the pressure of him pressing into me.

Teeth sink into my shoulder, causing me to yelp. Xander presses his canines down, breaking skin. He ignores my whimpers. I can feel warmth trickling from where he’s drawn blood.

“Help Lennox.” His tongue glides over my skin, licking up the red spill. “Now.”

Biting my lip, I reach out to cup Lennox’s balls. His teeth are gritted, face flush with exertion. I know he’s close. Massaging the softness beneath his shaft, I help him towards the finish line, watching for his reaction.

“Open your mouth,” Lennox growls out.

Still fondling him, I spread my lips. He fists his cock, inching closer to hold the engorged head over my mouth. When his eyes screw shut, I accept the hot strands of come that shoot onto my tongue.

He shifts after a second, letting his fluids cover my face too. I can feel stickiness hitting my cheeks and parted lips, leaving me stained with his juices.

“Christ.” Lennox gapes, wide-eyed. “That’s a fucking sight.”

Watching him, I lick my lips and swallow the seed that made it into my mouth. Lennox smirks through his laboured breaths, squeezing his cock as he wrings out his climax.

I’m still rolling back and forth on Xander, letting him slide deep inside me. Seeing my task is complete, his mouth lifts from cleaning the wound he’s inflicted to touch my ear.

“Such a good toy,” he whispers indulgently. “Next time, I’ll let him finish inside you while I fuck that beautiful mouth of yours.”

“Xan…”

“Yes?”

“P-Please… I… I need…”

“What do you need, Ripley?”

Between all of them, I don’t know which way is up anymore. They’ve all marked me in some way. The salty fluid all over me and blood streaming down my shoulder are evidence enough.

“I hate it when you make me guess.” Xander’s slim arm circles me. “You’re to answer when spoken to.”

The hand that finds my throat isn’t even a surprise. I may be on top of him, but Xander will only entertain my desire to control him for so long. His grip on my throat proves his patience has fizzled out.

And I let him. He can do as he pleases. They all can. I’ll let them live out their fantasies with my body while I relish in mine. That’s what trust is. We surrender ourselves to the mercy of those we love most.

I drag in a deep breath, prepared for his hand to close. He’s gripping my throat, fingertips piercing my skin with each stroke of his cock. Every time I push down on him, Xander’s hold tightens.

“I’ll give you the air to answer me, little toy. But this time, I want to hear words.”

Frantically, I bob my head.

His hand loosens, granting me a precious sliver. “Speak.”

“I… I?—”

“No.” He doesn’t let me finish. “Too slow.”

Unable to cry out in frustration, I’m forced to succumb once more. Xander chokes me again, his short nails cutting into my skin. While Lennox observes with parted lips, Raine listens intently to each small sound.

What did they expect?

Xander fucks exactly how he loves.

Intensely and all at once.

My lungs sear, lit with invisible fire. The room is blurring, morning light piercing my vision. Still I ride his length, pushing past the pain to seek the release I’m so desperate for.

“Try again.” Xander quickly lets go of my throat. “What do you need, Ripley?”

“To c-come.”

“Good. Now ask me nicely.”

Sadistic fucking bastard!

Eyes streaming, I work myself on his cock, chasing my climax with each rough surge of his hips. My body is on the verge of giving out, but I need a release for all the tension coiled inside me. It’s becoming unbearable.

“Please, Xan. P-Please let me come. Please.”

“I can see the appeal in making her beg,” Xander comments to his best friend, still watching us with saucer-like eyes.

“Told you,” Lennox retorts.

Lowering his hand from my throat to my swollen nub, he pinches it hard. More pain crackles over me, setting alight numerous nerves that are already stretched thin.

Xander circles my clit, rubbing it over in a rhythmic pattern. He pistons upwards from the sofa, grinding into me when I begin to falter. I’ve reached my limit. I want to fall into oblivion in his arms.

“You can finish,” he finally relents, slapping into me. “Show them whose cock you love the most.”

The evil son of a bitch’s whispered command travels directly into my mind, pulling the trigger on an orgasm that’s been threatening since Lennox bent me over. I screw my eyes shut, head thrown back and lungs constricted.

The release barrels over me. Eruptions inside me sap all my strength, adding it to the fire that’s crisping my insides until it feels like I’m being burned alive.

Xander announces his own climax with a roar, holding me clamped on top of him. If it wasn’t for him, I’d slump over in a lifeless pile. My body is beyond exhausted and awash with sweet pangs.

His forehead connects with my shoulder blade, soft hair tickling my skin. I sag backwards into him, letting Xander take my dead weight.

It takes great effort to peel my heavy lids open to take in the scene. Still on the carpet, Raine is repeatedly opening and closing his mouth, trying to find appropriate words.

“Um, in case anyone is keeping tabs… I definitely have a sharing kink. That was so fucking hot, I think I came twice.”

“Gross,” Xander mutters breathlessly.

Lennox shrugs, legs crossed to cover his manhood. “Raine called it. Hot as fuck.”

“Oh my god.” I let my head fall back onto Xander’s shoulder. “You’re all insane.”