Reign of Wrath (Dirty Broken Savages #3)(101)

It feels like home, having them touch me the way they are. It feels like how things are supposed to be.

Ash groans into the kiss and I can feel him getting hard under me already, so I grind down against him. He bucks up, meeting me in the middle, and then presses his tongue past my lips, seeking out the heat of my mouth.

Fingers slip under the hem of my shirt, and I don’t know whose they are, but it doesn’t really matter. Any and all of them are welcome to touch me as they want, and my body reacts with my nipples hardening and my pussy pulsing with need already.

The kissing and touching only gets hotter and more intense, and I can feel my pulse racing as calloused fingers come up and pinch my pierced nipples hard. I gasp into Ash’s mouth, and he chuckles lightly, reaching around to grab my ass with both hands so he can drag me in to grind harder against him.

Before we can get too into that, I nip at his bottom lip and then slide off his lap. I drop to the floor in front of him, and he spreads his legs to accommodate me.

His cock presses against the front of his pants, making it clear he wants more, so I undo his fly and get his cock out, feeling it hot and hard in my hand.

My mouth waters at the sight of it, and I don’t waste any time before dipping my head and taking him into my mouth. The tension in the room gets even higher as I do, bobbing my head and swirling my tongue around his length.

It’s everything I said I would do that day when I described how I would blow him, and then some. Because now it’s not out of spite or wanting to rile someone up. Now it’s just because I really fucking want to be going down on him.

The others clearly like watching this, and I like giving them a show, letting them see how into it I am.

Knox and Priest are still on either side of Ash, and I take one hand off Ash’s cock and slide it over so I can rub and stroke Knox through his pants. My other hand mirrors it, finding Priest already half hard too.

I keep my mouth busy, bobbing on Ash’s dick, taking him as far down as I can and working up to take more and more each time.

Soon enough, touching Knox and Priest through their pants isn’t enough. I need more. I need to touch them and feel their skin on mine.

I start undoing Priest’s fly with my fingers, not even looking and just going by feel. On the other side of Ash, Knox catches on to what I’m doing, and he shoves his own pants down, getting them out of the way so his cock is free.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, and I can hear the lust in his voice. When I get my hand around his cock, he bucks into it, and I give him a little squeeze.

“River,” Priest moans, and he sounds close to being wrecked already.

I love it. I love hearing what I do to them, how into it they are. I love how Ash threads his fingers into my hair, taking a little bit of control over the blowjob, enough that he can press me down lower when I take him down and keep me there for a second before letting me up to breathe.

It might have been hard to focus on three of them at once before, but right now they’re all I have my mind on. The way Knox and Priest feel, the silky texture of their dicks against my palms. The way Ash tastes, the salty tang of his precum dripping against my tongue.

Knox keeps bucking his hips, and Priest wraps his hand around mine, helping me jerk him off like he’s done before. He seems to like the connection of doing that, the way we’re in this together, and he moans again, his breathing already ragged as he strokes his cock with our hands.

I feel powerful like this, spread between them, making them all feel good. I know what they like, and I get more and more into it, losing myself and any thread of a thought beyond taking more of them and moving my hands and mouth faster.

Ash bucks up, hitting the back of my throat, and I swallow, humming around his dick. His fingers tighten in my hair, and now it seems like he just needs something to hold on to for a bit.

“Your mouth, River,” he groans. “Your fucking mouth. Knew from the moment I saw you that you’d be perfect like this. So fucking good for us.”

That’s what I want. To be good for them and to them. Because they’ve been so good to me.

I could easily lose myself to this, but then I feel someone yank my pants down over my ass from behind.

Gage.

He runs his hands over my bare ass, cupping and squeezing it like he wants to savor the feeling. His fingers slide down my crack, teasing me and lighting a path of heat and desire in its wake. All I can do is moan around Ash’s cock, and the way he shifts his hips in response is proof that he likes the vibrations of that.

Gage’s mouth finds my pussy from behind, and I moan again, closing my eyes for a second while I adjust to the feeling of him eating me out in addition to everything else that’s going on.

There’s so much sensation. So much pleasure coursing through me, and it steals my breath, making it hard to keep my rhythm with pleasuring the other guys.

Luckily, they don’t seem to mind too much. When I glance up at them, they’re all just as blissed out, wrapped up in the situation as much as the contact with their dicks.

The arousal builds inside me, and I keep working Ash’s cock in my mouth. Drool and precum spill past my lips when I lift my head, messy strings connecting my lips to his cock. Ash’s eyes go dark and heated at the sight, and he lifts his free hand to swipe his thumb over my bottom lip, gathering that mess and pushing it right back into my mouth.

I moan deeply, and my pussy pulses from that gesture. That just makes Gage work his tongue in deeper, going from teasing my clit to sliding right into my hole.