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TWENTY
FASTLANE
A FAVOR HOUSE ATLANTIC: COHEED AND CAMbrIA
FIVE
S eeing her mother unexpectedly appear at the race Calista won has sent her spiraling once again, and this time the descent is even quicker. Instead of relishing her victory, she perches on the balcony railing, her legs swinging carelessly over the edge, as she downs a bottle of liquor alone.
But she isn’t the only one reeling; the rest of us share her shock and confusion. We can’t fathom why Elaine showed up at the underground event, or how she even knew we would be there. It doesn’t take an expert to recognize the fear radiating from Calista’s eyes, and the four of us stand vigil behind her, apprehensive that one misstep or harsh word might drive her to jump.
“What the hell happened tonight?” Killian whispers, inhaling deeply from his cigarette until the cherry glows and nearly singes his fingertips. “Why was she even there?”
Dominic shrugs, his expression grave. “I can only assume she’s trying to get into Cali’s head. She knows her time is ending, and if she can torment her daughter a bit more before it all falls apart, she’ll fucking do it.”
“True, but why didn’t her father show up?” Ash asks, gripping a bottle of water, clearly committed to maintaining his sobriety.
“I doubt he even knows her mother was present. Elaine’s a bigger monster than Thomas ever was, but they both need to be out of the picture for Calista to find the peace she deserves,” I chime in, offering my perspective and triggering a wave of unease among the guys.
“Did anyone see the old man who was with her?” Calista suddenly asks, still not turning around, her lips wrapped around the half-empty bottle.
“I thought I saw someone else, but I couldn't be certain,” Killian replies, cautiously edging closer.
“He’s the same man who took me from the crash that night. The one who held me in that basement. But I have no idea who he is or what his role in this is.” Just then, she spins around, and Killian instinctively wraps his arms around her, pulling her away from the edge.
Her anger flares. “What the hell, Killian?” she slurs, glaring at him with fiery eyes.
“I didn’t want you to fall, Cali,” he murmurs gently, brushing her hair from her face.
“It wouldn’t be the worst thing,” she snaps, breaking free from his hold and stumbling into the apartment.
We all follow, still puzzled by her mention of the enigmatic man she’s never spoken of before, but we know now isn’t the time for questions—not with her spiraling so dangerously.
Calista strides over to me, pushing me back onto the couch, straddling my lap, and crashing her lips against mine, the fiery taste of whiskey flooding my mouth.
“I want you,” she mumbles against my lips, while the guys watch, jealousy etched on their faces despite how long this has been going on.
Turning to meet their gazes, she feels their scrutiny burning into her back and flips her blonde hair over her shoulder, rocking slightly on my lap. Clearing her throat, she laughs softly, taking in the expressions around her.
“Relax, my Psycho Boys. I want all of you.”
The room goes silent, the weight of her words hanging in the air like smoke. It doesn't matter how many times Calista plays with fire; the thrill of it still ignites something deep within us. I take a breath, trying to swallow the tension that thickens our resolve.
“What do you mean ‘all of us’?” Dominic finally manages, keeping his tone light despite the seriousness of her declaration.
Calista’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans closer, her lips brushing against my ear. “You know exactly what I mean. We’ve been dancing around this for too long, haven’t we?” She pulls back slightly, a knowing smile on her face, searching each of us for confirmation.
Ash stays rooted by the doorway, soaking in the moment, his mind clearly racing. “This isn’t the right time for jokes, Calista. You’re in a fragile state,” he cautions, concern lacing his voice.
“Come on, Ash! Can’t you see how much she needs this?” Killian interjects, crossing his arms defensively.
“That’s not what I—” Ash starts, but Calista silences him, her gaze fierce as she climbs off my lap and stands before us like a fucking queen surveying her court.
“It’s not a joke. I’m tired of worrying about what comes next. If Elaine can just waltz back into my fucking life, messing with my world, then hell, I deserve to take charge of my own pleasure again.”
Energized by her defiance, the air crackles around us. Suddenly all of our fears of losing her feel insignificant against the raw honesty spilling from her lips. I can see it—the transformation of her pain into power.
“Okay,” I say slowly, making sure my tone matches the gravity of the situation. “What do you want, Calista?”
“I want you all to take care of me. No questions, no judgment. Just… us.” Her voice softens, and the moment hangs suspended in time, a fragile promise hanging in the balance, as each of us considers the gravity of her request.
Dominic looks to Killian, who holds my gaze, silently gauging the exciting territory we're about to explore together. It's a dangerous game, yet we're compelled to dive in regardless.
“Alright,” I murmur, finally breaking the spell. “Then let’s start here.”
With a mix of care and urgency, I step up to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close again. Her body melts into mine, and the warmth of her breath against my skin sends chills skittering across my body. It's fucking electric.
“I’m not just a toy, you know,” she whispers, tilting her head back to look into my eyes with a fierce intensity. “I’m a fucking work in progress.”
“Exactly. And we’ll help you.” Killian’s voice rings out, bolstering the newfound resolve that swirls around us.
Ash finally steps forward too, dropping his bottle of water and reaching for Calista’s hand. “Then let’s make this night fucking count. Together.”
She nods, all five of us feeling the shift in the room, shadows of her past and the present intertwining like smoke rising from a fire. It isn’t going to be easy. Every moment will be a challenge, but for the first time in as long as I can remember, we feel anchored in each other, ready to face whatever storm lay ahead.
We follow one another down the hallway, slipping into Killian’s bedroom and heading right for the bed. As we lean into this intoxicating dynamic, I realize that this is just the beginning—an uncharted adventure where every twist can either break us or bind us tighter. But one thing is certain: not even Elaine, or whoever that stranger was, can tear us apart now.
Falling on my lap, Calista wraps her arms around the back of my neck and leans in for a kiss, her breath sweeping like hot coals against my lips as she closes the gap between us. I dive right in, owning every inch of her mouth as my tongue takes control and overpowers her. The sound of the guys undressing in the background raises the excitement coursing through my veins.
My hands cup her ass and I give her doughy flesh a firm squeeze, helping her rock against me as she awakens all the dead parts inside of me, bringing them—and me—back to life with each soft moan that slips from her lips and catches in my throat.
The world around us fades, the chaos dissipating into an electrifying silence that only we can hear. But it’s different now—there’s a clarity in Calista’s kisses, a determination that ignites a fire within me, one that pushes away all the dark shadows that have lingered for too long.
As our lips finally part, I glance at the guys, each of them stepping closer, their expressions a mix of desire and protectiveness. Dominic starts to pull away his shirt, revealing the scars and tattoos that tell stories of battles fought and won. There’s something about the vulnerability in his gaze—the way he looks at Calista as if she were the sun breaking through an endless night—that sends heat blooming through my chest.
“Together,” he murmurs, and the word hangs in the air like a promise, unwritten but palpable.
Calista turns to face him, her eyes glimmering with something wild and untamed. “I want all of you,” she repeats, this time more fiercely, as if the power of her own voice emboldens her resolve.
Killian steps forward next, his fingers deftly unfastening his belt as he leans against the wall, arms crossed. “Then let’s make sure you have the time of your life, Cali,” he teases, though his eyes are serious, drinking her in like a man starved for solace.
“I want to feel alive,” Calista replies, her voice low and sultry.
Excitement churns in the pit of my stomach as the realization sinks in; this is no longer just about comfort or escape—it’s about reclamation. About taking back her narrative and rewriting it in vibrant colors, with us as her canvas.
Ash stands in the doorway, fists clenched at his sides, wrestling with his own demons of doubt and fear. “Just remember, this isn’t a fucking game,” he warns, his brow furrowing as he speaks. “We can’t mess with emotions like this without understanding what the stakes are.”
Calista walks towards him, brushing her fingertips against his arm, sparks igniting at the lightest touch. “I get that, Ash. But right now, I’m tired of running from what I want. I’m claiming it, and I want you all—together. No complications, no digging.”
His resolve falters, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. This is more than just lust; she's asking for an alliance, a brotherhood wrapped in sheets and fierce whispers, where everyone can lay claim to her heart. His grip relaxes as he meets her gaze, acknowledging the weight of her request.
“Alright,” he concedes quietly, but his voice carries a conviction that unifies us all. “But we do this together. If we’re in, we’re all in.”
Calista nods and turns back towards me, the look in her eyes fierce and demanding. “You’ll be my anchor,” she says, her voice steady. “I need you to hold me down while I fly.”
“Then let’s go.” I pull her against me again, our bodies colliding with the intensity of a magnet drawing near.
She breathes me in like I’m the only antidote for the poison lurking in her past, and I find myself lost in her, committed to erasing every trace of hurt etched upon her skin.
The moments blend together as we explore and consume each other, our laughter and whispers mingling with the sweltering heat of the room. Dominic and Killian join us, their presence a suffusion of strength and warmth that settles in around Calista, cradling her like a queen among knights.
“Let’s turn the music up,” Killian says, scrambling to the stereo in the corner.
As the beats pulse around us, a kaleidoscope of sensation, I lose myself in this moment—a beautiful chaos we’re collectively forging anew.
Calista dances between us, her laughter cascading like music, her arms flung wide as she spins in the middle of the room—a colorful twirl of joy under the dim lights. Each laugh echoes against our skin, tearing down the high walls that have encased her for too long. It isn’t just about this physical release; it's also about liberation and healing—a journey we’re navigating together, raw and unguarded. As she draws nearer, her playful grin morphs into something deeper, almost vulnerable.
“Are you ready for me?” she asks, biting her lip as if testing the ground beneath her feet and hoping we’ll follow her lead.
“Always,” I whisper back, my heart pounding in synchrony with hers, waking all parts of me that had lain dormant under the weight of worry and anxiety.
What follows is an evening of raw emotion and electric passion, where we weave our lives together in passion and desire. I watch as Dominic kisses her with reverence, his hands roaming dominantly across her skin, while Killian pops the last of the liquor for the night, pouring it out with a laugh that invigorates our spirits. Ash, always the caretaker, pulls backlong enough to spread a blanket across the bed, creating a shared sanctuary.
Everyone undresses as the music plays in the background, amplifying the mood we're all submerged in. Calista lays on the bed, her naked body glowing in the moonlight as her hands roam her body, putting us all on edge.
Fuck, she's beautiful.
I take a few steps towards her and lean down, hovering over her as I look deeply into her eyes. She smiles, reaches up and grabs the back of my neck, and pulls me down until our lips collide and we fall into another passionate kiss.
While we're lost in the moment, Dominic and Killian lay down on the bed beside her while Ash stands at the foot of it, stroking his cock slowly, his eyes stuck on the sight of her naked and on display.
"Sit on my face, Little Psycho," Killian demands, his voice rough and dominant. "I want to taste you while you ride my tongue."
We break the kiss, and she eagerly straddles his face, lowering her pussy to his mouth, his hands clasping around her hips to hold her tightly in place. The intensity of her movements sends my heart racing, the thrill electrifying the air around us. Calista presses down onto Killian’s mouth, and I can barely take my eyes off them—her gasps, his deep groans—it all creates a soundscape that makes my body ache with longing.
“Damn, Cali, you’re perfect,” he manages to mutter between gasps, the vibrations of his voice sending tremors through her body, and I watch in awe as she rides him, her pleasure palpable.
I lean in close, desperate to be part of this moment, and I slip my hands along her sides, feeling her soft skin. My fingers interlace with hers, lifting her arms to showcase her surrender, a silent promise that we're all in this together.
“Look at you,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. “You’re fucking beautiful like this.”
Her eyes flicker with fire, igniting even more of my own desire. “Don’t stop,” she breathes, urging me forward as she still rides Killian’s face, his tongue buried deep in her pussy as he greedily slurps up her juices. The sight of her on him, tangled in ecstasy, drives my pulse to thrum in my ears. Dominic shifts beside her, his gaze intent as he leans forward, brushing his fingers over her thigh, his eyes dark with hunger.
“You want more?” he asks, his voice low and teasing, awaiting her response like a predator hunting its prey.
“Yes,” she gasps, her nails digging into the strands of Killian’s dark hair, pulling him even closer, as if trying to merge their bodies into one.
“Your wish is our command,” Dominic replies, and before I can fully process it, he leans in closer, trailing kisses up her leg, inching upward with delicious deliberation that has her moaning even louder.
I move to her other side, my lips finding her skin as I follow Dominic’s lead, trailing hot kisses that ignite her senses along her ribcage and up to her collarbone. She drapes her body over us both, creating a bridge of pleasure that ignites the air around us. Suddenly, Ash steps closer, his eyes fierce but filled with warmth.
“This is what you asked for, right? All of us?” His voice carries weight, a confirmation of the connection we’re forging here—something deeper than mere physicality—something that means we’re choosing to be vulnerable together.
Calista’s breath catches, and she nods, her focus torn between the sensation of Killian’s working tongue and the tenderness radiating from Ash.
“Yes,” she pants, her body arching between us.
“I’ve got you,” Ash says softly, hovering at the end of the bed. He positions himself carefully, giving her space but yearning for the intimacy we share. “I want to see you feel good, to take care of you.”
Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she bounces on Killian’s face. “Then come here, Ash,” she beckons, her voice a sultry invitation as if she were a siren calling to him.
He hesitates only a moment, then steps forward, his imposing frame towering above her as he takes her hand in his, kneeling close enough for her to reach out and pull him into the fold. He grabs her chin, tilts it slightly, and guides his cock to her mouth, pushing in slowly to savor the feeling of her warm lips sealing around him as she swirls her tongue around his pierced shaft.
Calista’s gaze shifts between us, her pleasure suffusing the room, and I take a moment to appreciate how far we’ve come—all the pain, the turmoil that had led us here, to this beautiful chaos of shared desires. We may be sharing her body, but we all desire her spirit—the woman so fiercely vibrant and full of life.
“More,” she moans around Ash's cock as he fucks her mouth, directing Killian to grip her hips tighter, while simultaneously pulling Ash closer, leaning into his masculine strength as she basks in our worship.
I marvel at the way she moves with confidence and the way we all fall into step beside her enthusiasm. Every touch, every kiss, becomes an exploration not just of flesh but of bonds that can withstand the storms brewing outside.
I kneel on the bed behind her, straddling Killian's waist so my cock presses perfectly between Calista's ads, showing her exactly what I want. I push on her lower back, her body shaking from pleasure. Spitting in my hand, I wrap it around my cock and give it a few pumps to lube it before pushing into her ass so slowly it rips a deep hum from her throat, the noise only slightly blocked by Ash's cock as she continues to suck him through the moment.
Killian’s tongue works skillfully against her, flicking and rolling circles around her sensitive clit, and as the tension builds, so does the atmosphere in the room. She tilts her head back, letting out a sound that ignites a fire in my very core.
“Let go, Cali. We’ve got you,” I encourage, wanting her to embrace this small slice of freedom that she’s bravely claimed for herself.
With a tantalizing grin, she flicks her gaze between us, her eyes alight with more than just lust. “Together,” she breathes, and the simple word seals our pact.
Taking charge, Dominic yanks on her ponytail, causing Ash's cock to fall from her mouth. He kneels on the other side of her and guides his cock between her lips, his eyes rolling back as the warmth from her mouth envelopes him. His hips thrust gently, and he begins fucking her mouth while I fuck her ass, and she continues her best to ride Killian’s face, her body trembling against us.
Together, we move in rhythm, a union of souls and desires. Each element of pleasure spirals outwards, wrapping tightly around us, shielding us from the chaotic turbulence that looms outside these walls. This is more than a night intertwined physically; it's a promise forged in vulnerability, a desire to help her reclaim every piece of herself.
As the rhythm builds, the five of us lose ourselves in the heat of Calista's body, the intoxicating scent of her skin mixing with the sweat and the lingering sweetness of our passion. Each thrust, each moan that escapes her lips, draws me deeper into this connection, as if we’re constructing a fortress against the pain of the world outside.
Calista's breath comes in desperate gasps, her body arching in ecstasy while the sensations build and swirl around us like a living creature, pulsating with life. She bounces on Killian's face, lapping at every taste; her moans muffled but laced with unmistakable urgency as she takes Dominic deeper than before. The way her eyes roll back in bliss sends a thrill down my spine, and the possessiveness I feel only intensifies the moment.
"That’s it, baby, just like that," I urge, my lips brushing against her shoulder. “You’re doing so good for us.”
My fingers dig in further, finding that sweet spot as I push harder into her, drawing gasps from her lips as she basks in our attention. The combination of sensations—from the fullness of Ash’s and Dominic’s cock in her mouth to my relentless assault on her ass—creates an orchestra of pleasure that leaves us all yearning for more.
Her eyes flutter open just long enough to catch our gazes, a wild, untamed light flaring within their depths. “I want you all,” she gasps, her voice sultry and defiant. “All of you, right now.”
“We’re here, baby,” Dominic calls out, his voice breaking slightly as he loses himself in the cadence of her ultimate surrender, thrusting deeper into her mouth in a way that causes her to choke pleasantly around him while still managing to keep Killian satisfied with her delicious movements.
There’s something about seeing her own resolve—knowing she’s fully aware of the care we all possess for her—that makes the fire within me roar ever hotter. Her willingness to take the reins of her life strikes a note of profound admiration in my heart. We’re building relationships based on trust, shared experiences, and a commitment to breaking free from the chains that had bound us for too long.
“Let go, Cali,” Ash encourages as he watches her face twist with pleasure.
His voice is seductive, yet firm, filled with the love we all feel for her, and the sincerity fuels her desire even more. With a desperate thrash, she tilts her hips, pushing back against me just as Killian’s tongue finds its rhythm, lapping voraciously at her clit.
“More, please,” she whimpers around Dominic’s cock, her desire palpable as every nerve in her body ignites with euphoric bliss.
“Yeah, we’ll give you more,” I promise, my own restraint threatened as the heat builds—a storm on the verge of breaking. “All that you want, just let it out.”
Her body responds, tightening instinctively around me, and it's clear that she’s beginning to teeter on the edge, every thrust sending her closer to that apex. I can feel the rush of heat and the whimper in her throat. The symphony of our moans blends together—a melody of passion that envelopes the room in a haze of desire.
“Don’t stop; don’t pull back,” she cries, her need anchoring us all together.
She swirls her hips, taking us deeper and tighter into her confines, until she’s lost to the moment, swirling in waves of pleasure, crescendoing like a breaking wave against the cliffs.
With one final thrust from me, an aching depth that feels like a promise, the tension snaps. Calista detaches herself from Killian long enough to scream, her body writhing against us as pleasure crashes around her like the tide. Everything culminates in a beautiful explosion of bliss, her juices spilling forth, soaking Killian’s mouth and coaxing the final throaty groans from Ash and Dominic as they spill into Calista, claiming her for ourselves in this passionate frenzy.
Time appears to suspend as that wild euphoria ripples through us, binding us together in an embrace that feels monumental. It’s a catharsis—each gasping breath a celebration of her decision to take charge of her own narrative, and every ounce of pleasure a reminder that we’re here to write it alongside her.
As the bliss mellows out into gentle waves, Calista collapses between us, panting, her body glistening in the dim light. The room is a blanket of warmth and high energy, and we draw her in, wrapping ourselves around her—all limbs, whispers, and laughter—creating an atmosphere rich with care and affection.
“Look at you, our fucking psycho queen,” Dominic murmurs, affection woven into his words. “You were fucking born to own this.”
Calista glances between us, her eyes soft as she absorbs our presence. “You guys… I don’t even know how to thank you,” she says, her wide smile tinged with awe.
“Just keep being you,” I reply, brushing her hair from her forehead while our fingers interlace, a tether established among the four of us that speaks volumes.
“And remember, we’ll always be here,” Ash adds, his voice steady, grounding her as shadows of doubt retreat in the afterglow of desire.
As Killian cleans the remnants of our wild night and Dominic flicks off the music, the atmosphere shifts from raw intensity to something softer, a warmth binding us all together. This isn’t the end, even if for now we lay intertwined, our souls irrevocably stitched together through laughter, cries, and reckless abandon. From this moment on, Calista is stamped into our hearts, an undeniable force, and our mission to protect and cherish her begins all over again.
I want to tell the world about her courage, about all she is—her complexities, her beauty, and the fight that lingers in her spirit. Together we’re building something that can withstand even the fiercest of storms, a sanctuary where we can breathe deeply, embrace the chaos, and rise above it all.
And for the first time, amidst the delirium of pleasure and ragged breaths, I feel the weight of the past begin to unravel, leaving only possibilities shimmering ahead—possibilities we’ll explore one heartbeat at a time.