Pen
Xeno pulls back, his fingers stroking over my cheeks, down my neck and across my collar bone. Through the TV screen Heal by Tom Odell plays and it couldn’t be a more perfect song for this moment together. Xeno smiles gently, stepping back, then removes his jumper and t-shirt in one go. My gaze drops to his firm pecs and ripped abs, across to the tattoo on his forearm with the shattered heart and broken penny with my name on it. One day I’m going to ask him about it, but right now isn’t that time.
“Take your clothes off,” he says, his gaze flicking to Dax, York and Zayn behind me. It’s a quiet demand that has my clit throbbing and my heart skipping a beat.
“So this is how it’s going down,” Zayn mutters with laughter in his voice. Xeno flicks his gaze to Zayn who gently removes his hand from between my legs then strips down to his boxers. I bite my bottom lip, unable to keep my eyes off him, my cheeks heating. Reaching up, I press my fingers against his scarred skin and meet his gaze with a steely one of my own.
“I’m glad he’s dead,” I say. “No more scars.”
“No more scars,” he repeats, his chest rising and falling beneath my touch as I step into his hold and he presses a kiss against my lips. The rising tide of the music lifts the emotion between us all. This is a song about healing, and right here, right now, this is what we’re doing. Individually we’ve all been building up to this moment, but not together, not like this.
It feels right. How can a love like this, so fucking pure, so perfect ever be wrong?
Zayn’s hands slide down my arm, reaching for the hem of my top. He pulls upwards, and I lift my arms, allowing him to remove my top. “Beautiful,” he hushes out as his fingers trail over my bare flesh, his finger rimming my pale pink, lace bra. Sliding his hands around my back, Zayn tips me backwards slowly, his lips blazing a hot trail over the center of my chest down to my stomach, then back up again. When he reaches my mouth, he nips my bottom lip with his chipped tooth, and I can’t help but smile into his mouth. God, how I love him.
“You too, York,” Xeno demands, and when I glance over at him, I can see the evidence of his desire. Like Zayn, his cock is rigid against his jeans.
“Hey, you don’t need to tell me twice,” York replies, chuckling. Zayn pushes gently against my shoulder, urging me to turn around and face York so I can watch him undress. My breath hitches with every layer of clothing he removes until he too stands before me in just his boxer shorts.
“York,” I whisper, my gaze tracing over his oak tree tattoo and the branches that reach out across his shoulders and down his arms. It’s so fucking beautiful. A work of art.
Zayn slides his lips over my shoulder, and we sway together, the heat of Zayn’s body seeping into my back as York steps forward. I can’t help but trace my fingers over his ink, loving the whirls and twists of the bark.
“Titch, you’re killing me,” York mumbles, grasping my hands in his as Zayn grasps my hips. He steps back, still holding onto my hands. Instinctively, I bend at the waist as York draws my top half towards him so that I’m bent over at a right angle, Zayn hands still firmly gripping my hips. I feel Zayn’s firm cock slide against the crack of my arse, nothing but the thin layer of clothing separating us. Biting my lip, my gaze lands on York’s erection, the tip of his cock peeping out of the waistband of his boxers.
“Fuck, look at you,” York says, his voice rumbling up his chest as he releases my hands and
glances at Zayn. Before I can predict what’s happening, York twists around, so he’s crouching away from me on one bended knee. For a moment I’m mesmerized by the taut muscles of his back and arms as they flex beneath his pale skin. Then I remember. This is one of the moves we performed in our routine that night we won the competition at Rocks.
I know what I have to do.
Zayn lets me go and I reach forward, wrapping my arms around York’s back, gluing myself to him. He rises up with the next beat, his arms reaching around behind him as I kick my legs out to the side, releasing my hold around his neck so that he can swing me around his waist, bringing me upright before him.
“You remembered,” he says, his eyes lighting with happiness and love.
“Of course I did,” I reply. “I never forgot, not that night or any of the ones before it. You’re in my heart, York, you all are. I love you. All of you.”
“I love you too, Titch,” he says before dropping his mouth to mine and kissing me until I’m breathless.
“Take Tiny’s trousers off, York,” Xeno instructs, drawing us out of our passionate kiss and back into the room.
York grins, dipping down before me, his large hands sliding off my trousers until I’m left in my underwear. For a moment, York just crouches before me, his cheek pressed against my lower abdomen as I run my hand through his soft, white-blonde hair. My skin covers in goosebumps as we share this tender moment. Then York cups my arse, lowers his nose to my lace covered pussy and breathes in deep, humming all the while. I jerk in his hold at the feel of his nose against my clit and the eroticness of the moment.
“Fuck, man,” Dax grumbles, removing his clothes before Xeno even has to ask.
Stepping up behind me, Dax wraps his arms around my waist and drops a kiss to my bare shoulder, then he lifts me. “Eat her out, York. Fuck our girl with your tongue,” Dax demands as York slides my legs over his shoulders.
“Fuck!” I exclaim, my core weeping for his mouth.
“Titch, I’m going make you come with my tongue, then I’m gonna fuck you. I’m gonna fucking love you whilst my brothers watch,” York grinds out then reaches up between us and rips at the flimsy string of my knickers, shredding them. I don’t get to even register the brief, sharp sting of the material snapping against my skin before York pushes his tongue deep into my core.
“Oh my God!” I scream, bucking against him as heat bursts out over my skin, a shudder rippling down my spine.
“That’s it, Kid. Fuck his face,” Dax grinds out, kissing and licking my neck and ear, heightening the pleasure further.
With me supported in his arms, Dax steps back so that York can get better access and Zayn can join in. Taking my chin in his grip, Zayn kisses me roughly, his tongue piercing my lips as he unclasps my bra, pulling it off. I groan into his mouth as York laps at my pussy, his tongue flicking over my clit expertly. Dax cups my breasts, playing with my nipples until I’m a writhing, grinding ball of heat.
I’m so close to coming. So fucking close.
“Get in here, man,” Dax orders, his voice rough, gruff. “It ain’t the time to watch.”
When I hear the sound of a belt buckle being removed, Zayn releases my mouth so that I can turn my head towards Xeno. Our gazes meet and his eyes flare with a ferocity that takes my breath away and makes my heart ache for him. Despite everything he’s said tonight, this is hard on him. Containing how he feels is always going to be difficult, but if he’s determined to not let it beat him, then neither will I.
“Xeno, come here, please. Trust us, trust this,” I pant, my hips rocking against York’s face as Zayn’s hot mouth wraps around my nipple and sucks. My eyes shut as I arch my back, and when Xeno’s mouth wraps around my other nipple and his teeth scrape against the erect bud, I let out a scream of ecstasy, my orgasm barreling out of nowhere.
With my clit spasming, my breath hitching, their hands, lips, fingers and tongues clasping, groping, pleasuring, fucking, I come. I come so fucking hard I go blind for a few seconds. For a few moments I leave the basement of number 15 Jackson Street and soar into the night sky a thousand feet above us.
When I come down, I’m laying on the center of the cuddle chair, York straddling my body, his knees between my parted legs, his hands pressed into the seat either side of my head. Kneeling beside me is Zayn, his cock thick and long as he strokes himself.
With heavy-lidded eyes I look up at them both. They’re both completely naked now, and York’s rolling a condom onto his impressive dick. My mouth pops open, dirty words rolling around my mind like thunder in the sky.
“We’re nowhere near done, Pen,” Zayn says, a wicked glint in his eye as his thumb rolls over the slit of his cock before he gently rubs the bulbous head against my swollen lips. Automatically, I dart my tongue out to taste him and he pushes the head between my parted lips. He groans as I suck him into my mouth.
“Wait!” Xeno says, and Zayn pulls back, leaking precum.
My head snaps around as I look at Xeno and Dax who are both standing at the foot of the cuddle chair, gloriously, perfectly, naked. My core tightens, my muscles contracting at their sheer beauty, their masculinity. A lazy smile lifts up my lips as I gaze at each of them in turn. Dax and Zayn are stroking their dicks, but Xeno’s gaze is fixed firmly on mine, the intensity makes me squirm.
“Tiny, York is going to fuck you now, okay?” he says.
“Yes,” I agree on a hushed breath, widening my legs.
“Look at me,” York requests, and I focus back on him as he lines up his dick at my entrance then slides inside me with one firm thrust.
“Oh God!” I cry, my eyes rolling back in my head as I grasp for him, clawing at his back.
York fucks me. He loves me passionately. We fuck until we’re both slick with sweat and our skin is dusted pink. We love one another as Xeno, Zayn and Dax stroke their beautiful cocks.
“Suck Zayn’s dick,” Xeno demands, lust billowing off him. I meet his dark, glittering gaze over York’s shoulder. I’m not afraid of what I see within it. I’m not afraid of the possessiveness, the hunger, the yearning. I welcome it.
York slows his pace, drawing out completely as he follows Xeno’s orders. “On your hands and knees, Titch,” he says, his voice gravelly with lust.
Flipping over onto my stomach, I draw up onto my hands and knees. York reaches for my hair, fisting it and drawing my head back gently so that Zayn can slide his cock between my parted lips.
“That’s it, take Zayn deep,” Xeno commands, just as York glides back into my swollen, slick pussy. I groan around Zayn’s cock, licking and tasting him as he passes over my tongue.
“Fuuuuuuck,” York and Zayn exclaim simultaneously as they seat themselves inside of me.
“That’s it, now make each other come. I want to see you come,” Xeno says, his voice guttural and full of fucking heat. Goddamn it, it’s sexy.
We follow his commands willingly. I deepthroat Zayn’s dick whilst York fucks me from behind. Heat builds low in my belly, my pussy weeping as the taste of Zayn’s precum explodes on my tongue. The gentle force of York’s thrusts helps me to keep the rhythm while sucking Zayn’s cock. In this position, I’m well aware how vulnerable I am. York could fuck me too hard, the force pushing Zayn’s cock too deep into my throat, but I trust them to take care of me. We rock in time with each other until a wave of pleasure builds to breaking point. When Dax climbs onto the cuddle chair and slides beneath me, his mouth sucking onto one of my dangling tits, and his finger playing and flicking my clit, I come. Like a row of dominoes, my orgasm sets off York’s and he cries out, his cock jerking within me as my pussy spasms around him.
“Fuuccckkk!” he cries, his fingers curling into my flesh as he bucks behind me.
Zayn follows shortly after, his cum hitting the back of my throat with a roar. I suck it down greedily, my head spinning as my orgasm rips through me. Wave after pleasurable wave washes over me as my eyes roll back in my head, my limbs feeling too heavy.
A few moments later York and Zayn pull back, sliding out of me and leaving me open, my release sliding down my thighs, my pussy glistening. I fall forward, my arse up in the air, my cheek and forearms pressed against the cuddle chair, with Dax chuckling beneath me. His large hand comes up as he strokes his hand over my spine.
“Fucking beautiful,” York mutters, pressing a kiss against my arse cheek. He swipes two fingers through my folds then gets off the cuddle chair. I push back up, sitting on my heels, as I look over my shoulder at him. He smiles wickedly before turning to Xeno. “Open up,” he says.
Xeno’s eyes flash with surprise, but he does as York asks and I watch with bated breath as York slides his finger into Xeno’s mouth. He hums, sucking my cum off York’s fingers, not once taking his eyes off mine.
“Jesus Christ,” I mumble, my clit throbbing once again as Xeno releases York’s fingers, a dirty smile pulling up his lips.
“Careful, Xeno, York will be giving your dick a nickname too if you’re not careful,” Dax says, chuckling, as he props his head up on his bent arm.
“How do you know I haven’t already, big boy?” York winks. We all laugh, and it feels so fucking good.
“I don’t even want to know what you’ve called mine,” Zayn mutters with a shake of his head.
York jerks his head. “You want a drink, Lance of Love?”
“Lance of Love?!” Zayn’s mouth drops open, then he roars with laughter. “You fucking prick.”
“It’s kinda cute,” I say with a shrug.
“I’ll take a beer,” Zayn replies, before leaning over and kissing me deeply. We break the kiss and Zayn grins. “You can call me anything you want, but I draw the line at Lance of Love.” With one final kiss to my bare shoulder, he climbs off the cuddle chair and joins York. For a few seconds, I enjoy perving on them both as they help themselves to a couple of beers, their naked butts, strong backs and muscular legs a girl’s wet dream.
My very wet dream.
Dax starts laughing. “Hey, Kid,” he says from his spot beside me. “Your eyes are bugging out. Have you got your fill yet?”
I lock gazes with him and smile cheekily. “I feel thoroughly fucked, thank you very much.” Over on the other side of the room, York and Zayn clink their beer bottles together. York smirks. “Of course you fucking do.”
Smartarse.
“Not thoroughly enough,” Xeno says, climbing onto the cuddle chair behind me. “I do believe Dax has a punishment to dole out?”
Dax grins, his grey-green eyes sparkling. “Fuck yes!”
“No!” I screech with laughter, jumping up and trying to escape. Xeno captures me, grabbing me around the waist as he pulls me back down.
“Where do you think you’re going, Tiny? We ain’t done with you yet,” he growls, bringing his hand up between my breasts, his hand wrapping gently around my throat before he clutches my chin and turns my head to the side. My laughter dies on my lips, replaced instead with burning, hot desire. “Ever been fucked by two men at once, Tiny?” he whispers against my mouth.
“No,” I squeak.
“Good. Because big boy and me are gonna take that sweet cherry right the fuck now,” he continues, brushing his lips against mine. There’s laughter in his voice at York’s nickname, and it fills me with so much love. “I’m going to take your sweet, tight arse and Dax is gonna fuck your slick pussy.”
I let out a shocked noise, but he swallows it with a kiss that robs me of my breath and steals my heart. I’m not sure how long we kiss for but one second I’m melting into Xeno’s kiss, the next I’m laying across Dax’s lap and screaming out from a stinging slap against my arse, then moaning as he soothes away the pain with the gentle, reverent stroke of his fingers.
“That’s for sucking my cock whilst I was driving. So fucking dangerous,” Dax reprimands, his words coated with desire, as he slaps me twice more in quick succession. I cry out with every slap, the pain short-lived and countered with the gentle stroke of his fingers over the stinging skin that makes my legs tremble and my clit pulse. “And this is for sucking my cock whilst driving. So fucking sexy,” he continues, spreading my legs and sliding his fingers through my folds. He pushes two fingers into me, and I cry out in pleasure as he pumps them in and out, his thumb circling the puckered hole of my arse, all whilst Xeno watches on, his own fist wrapped tightly around the base of his cock.
I writhe across Dax’s lap, my pleasure leaking out over his hand and between my thighs. He brings me almost to orgasm and just when I’m on the cusp of coming, he withdraws his fingers. “Sit on my face, Kid. Let me fucking taste your cum.”
“This I gotta see,” York states, and I glance over at him and Zayn who are watching us intently from the other side of the room. Both of them are hard again, both are watching us with lust that has only grown with every moment.
Pulling myself up on shaky arms, I climb across Dax as he lies back, very aware of Xeno as he watches us. “You want me to sit on your face?” I repeat, the words coming out husky and full of want.
“That’s exactly what I want you to do. Come get filthy, Kid. Let me eat you up.” Dax licks his lips, grasps my hips and pulls me towards his face.
Fireworks detonate behind my closed eyelids as Dax keeps his word and eats me the fuck up. His tongue is all up in my pussy, sweeping through my folds, sucking, licking, teasing, tormenting, and when Xeno positions himself in front of me and kisses me with the same fervor as Dax fucks my pussy, I come. Again. Screaming my pleasure into Xeno’s mouth.
I get as long as it takes for Xeno and Dax to sheath their cocks with a condom before I’m seated to the hilt on Dax’s cock. He fills me up, his pupils blown wide as Xeno settles himself behind us both between Dax’s parted legs.
“Oh God,” I cry as my swollen, too sensitive pussy presses against Dax’s abs.
Xeno runs his teeth gently over my shoulder, clasping my breast from behind. He plays with my nipples, his tongue licking over my skin.
“Lean forward, Tiny,” he says, his voice caught in the tightness of his throat. Releasing my breasts, Xeno strokes his fingers down my spine. “Kiss Dax but try and keep still. Let me get you ready. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I mumble out my response, nodding my head and leaning forward. Dax draws me in for a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue stroking mine whilst his hand clasps the back of my neck, and his fingers massage the base of my skull.
“Keep kissing, I’m going to loosen you up, okay?”
I groan my response, my inner muscles tightening around Dax’s cock as Xeno reaches lower and slides his fingers through my folds and around the base of Dax’s cock before rimming my tight hole. Gently, he slides a single finger into my arse, and I let out a moan, loving the feeling. Dax has already fingered me there, and it was a pleasurable experience.
“Jesus, you three are turning me the fuck on,” Zayn exclaims through gritted teeth. York chuckles but I can’t even respond as Xeno pushes another finger into my arse then starts moving them in and out gently, the slickness he’d collected allowing him to slide in and out easily. I try to keep still but when Dax groans into my mouth, I start shifting, pushing back against Xeno’s fingers, my inner muscles tightening around Dax’s cock. The tension builds once more, and I don’t even know how I’m going to survive another orgasm. Yet my body welcomes it. When Xeno removes his fingers and presses his hand against the base of my spine, I beg him to fuck me.
“Please,” I whimper, the growing orgasm winding up and up and up as I shift and grind on Dax’s cock, my clit rubbing against his abs.
“Look at me, Tiny,” Xeno demands.
I glance over my shoulder as he grips his dick and slides the tip into my arse. My mouth pops open at the slight burn, but he eases the head in slowly and waits for my body to adjust. Dax’s hand strokes up and down my back as he whispers words of love and encouragement, his lips sliding over my ear and cheek with every caress.
“I love you. I love you so fucking much,” Xeno says as he edges into me slowly, with care, affection and restraint. When he’s fully seated, he stills, his hands caressing my hips and lower back as my body gives way to the most intense feeling of fullness.
I feel full of them. So fucking full. My heart, my pussy, my arse, my soul.
And when York and Zayn climb onto the sofa, their hands reaching for me and smoothing over my too hot skin, I close my eyes and just feel.
I feel Dax moving deep inside. I feel Xeno grow bigger, stretching me. I feel Zayn’s kisses across my shoulder and York’s gentle touch. I feel loved.
So. Fucking. Loved.
Later as I lay curled up in Xeno’s arms—my head pressed against his chest watching Dax, Zayn and York laughing and joking as they pull on their boxer shorts and help themselves to some alcohol—Xeno brushes my damp hair off my forehead and breathes out a long, satiated breath.
“I once told you that you had to choose. I believed that the world wouldn’t support our kind of love, my kind of love, so I turned my back on it. I was wrong, Tiny. What we have, the five of us, it’s worth fighting for. You’re our beating heart, and without you not one of us can survive. I can’t promise you that we won’t fuck up, but I can promise you that nothing and no one will come between the five of us again. Not Santiago, and certainly not your motherfucking brother.”
“I believe you,” I say, then press my lips against his and kiss him until our lips are bruised and our hearts begin to mend.
