Page 43 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

P hoenyxx

It's official—the guys are driving me fucking crazy. I'm standing in the kitchen, off to the side, watching these idiots arm-wrestle over who gets to sleep with me tonight.

“Oof, Bro! Too hard!” Trikk complains to Purge, who apparently just beat him.

“You’re out, Loverboy!” Purge brags. “Next!”

I hear some commotion and raised voices. They're arguing over who goes next. I sneak a bit closer to the living room to watch this ridiculous show.

“Me!” Ghost yells, shoving Razor out of the way with his shoulder. He drops into the vacant chair across from Purge. They're dueling on the small kitchen table. His eyes glint as he crooks his elbow, grinning at Purge. “Game on!”

Purge smacks arms with him, both of them grunting. It seems pretty evenly-matched, but Ghost shockingly wins, slamming Purge’s arm to the table. “Next!” Ghost calls out.

A grumbly Synn steps up. “Nope, brother. You need to be resting,” Ghost tells him.

“Fuck that,” Synn grouches out. The table shakes as he slams his huge arm onto the table. It's over within seconds. Synn is the clear winner. He smiles with an evil glint in his eyes. “Anyone else?”

“Man...come on! We don’t stand a chance!” Razor complains from the sofa. Frost rolls his eyes with a sigh. “I'm not playing juvenile games. Killer will come to me when she’s ready.”

Synn laughs loudly. “Pazessca is MINE tonight!”

“Like hell!”

“Fuck you man!”

I've had enough. I stomp into the room, yelling out to get their attention. “Hey, cavemen! I decide who sleeps with me tonight! It's not a fucking contest!”

They balk and complain. “Shut the hell up! You're driving me nuts!” I holler at them. “Now that I have your attention, I've already decided who I want with me tonight. There's...business...between me, Trikk, and Ghost. They are with me tonight.”

“Yes!” Trikk shouts, his arm pumping the air.

Ghost smiles, ducking his head.

“Aww...no fair!” Razor moans.

“You will all get a chance when I’m ready. So, calm the hell down, and be reasonable guys, okay?”

“Yes, Killer, we’ll behave.” I smile at Frost, knowing his level head will be an asset right now.

“I’m exhausted, so I want to get ready for bed. Ghost's room. I am taking a shower first. ALONE.”

I hide a smile behind my hand at the looks on their faces. Even Synn looks contemplative, which is a huge 360 that I need to figure out how to deal with.

I need clothes, so I go to Ghost’s room, rummaging through his drawer.

I pull out a soft sweatshirt and shorts with a tie at the waist, so I can hopefully keep them from falling down.

I head to their community bathroom, shutting and locking the door.

It smells so damn good in here! A combination of their colognes and the sheer smell of MAN.

I inspect the shower, seeing body wash, shampoo, and conditioner.

It's man-scented, but it will do for now.

Next, I check the linen closet for towels, grabbing a big, fluffy one.

I scan under the sink, finding someone's deodorant and a toothbrush still in the package.

All set now, I jump into the piping hot shower, washing quickly. I'll linger once I’ve had some rest.

I make sure to brush my teeth and run a comb through my hair before leaving the bathroom. When I open the door, men scatter like roaches. I quirk a brow, shaking my head. “Really, guys?”

They shrug, and I roll my eyes again. “Goodnight... See you all in the morning!”

When I enter Ghost’s room, the door shuts and locks behind me.

It's dim, the licks of candle flames lighting the area. Trikk and Ghost are sitting on the bed, both shirtless. My mouth goes dry at the sight. So. Much. Muscle. Abs for days! And the tattoos that swirl around Trikk’s body hold me captive.

The juxtaposition of Ghost’s ink-free body takes my breath away.

I am struck stupid. I can’t seem to make myself move.

Trikk stands, reaching for my hand. I accept it, and he pulls me in, leaning down to kiss my hand. His eyes meet mine. “I love you more than you could possibly know,” he whispers fiercely.

I swallow, looking towards Ghost, who pulls me down to sit on the bed. He captures my face in his hands, bringing his lips to mine. “I love you, baby,” he mutters into my mouth.

I can’t conjure up a response. The feeling in the air is electric, like static.

Trikk taps my arm. “Lift,” he orders. I obediently raise my arms, allowing him to raise my shirt up and off.

My nipples pebble with the feel of the air across them.

He sits on the other side of me. My breathing is already choppy when they both lean over, each taking a nipple into their mouth.

Is this really happening? BOTH at the same time? I am wayyyy out of my league here!

The two of them push me gently backwards onto my back. Ghost grabs my borrowed shorts, removing them. He growls when he sees I’m naked beneath. “Malishka,” he breathes, his fingertips oh-so-lightly tracing down my arm, my side, my leg. Goosebumps erupt with each touch.

Trikk straddles me, and I take in the deliciousness of his body.

Rising to his knees, he takes off his pants, gloriously naked and hard as a rock.

My hands explore each tattoo, tracing them softly.

I can’t stop myself from trailing lower, wrapping my fingers around his mouthwatering cock. “Bambi,” he moans out.

Ghost's lips trail down my stomach, going lower and lower. I hold my breath, waiting to feel a touch where I need it most. “Please,” I beg, threading my fingers through his hair. I cry out loudly at the first touch of his tongue.

“Malishka, you taste like heaven. So perfect!” he dives in, feasting on me.

My hips snap up off the bed, riding his mouth.

I look up at Trikk, reaching out for his cock.

“Please,” I beg again. He knows what I want.

He grins as he brings his cock towards my mouth, which is open and ready for him.

“I don’t know what I'm doing...” I start to confess, but he shushes me.

He pumps himself a couple of times, guiding himself into my mouth.

He tastes like velvet heaven. I hollow out my cheeks, sucking him deep into my mouth, using my tongue to swirl all over him. He grunts, shoving in further.

I start to choke, but he directs me, “Relax and open your throat.” I try to do as he says. He is so damn BIG, but I somehow manage to comply. His hands smack the wall behind me, starting to pick up his thrusts.

I am so close to nirvana. “More,” I beg Ghost. He chuckles, the vibrations taking me to the edge. “Oh God!” I call out as a fierce orgasm rips through me.

“Fuck,” Ghost growls out. “Brother, she is more than ready for us.”

I start to panic a bit. How the hell do I take two...

Trikk slides out of my mouth. Ghost lies down on the bed, on his back, pulling me on top of him. “I want you to ride me, baby.”

This is our first time together. I'm both nervous and excited. I lean down to whisper in his ear. “I love you. Are you good with this?”

“Never stop saying that,” he says, voice filled with emotion.

“Yes, baby, I need you now.”

I take a breath, straddling him. I raise up my hips, seeking out his massive, throbbing cock. I grab it, guiding it to my soaking wet pussy. He is THICK! It's intimidating; none of these boys are small at all.

I slide down, both of us groaning at the feeling. “God, Phoenyxx...so tight...” he says deeply, his voice not sounding like his own.

I moan loudly, “Ghost, my GOD!” Once he’s fully seated, I start to move. I sit up straight, thrusting my aching breasts out. Rotating my hips, I feel him everywhere.

I feel Trikk behind me, his tongue licking a line up my back.

“Bend forward.” I don’t ask why, I just do it.

“Fuck,” he utters, taking my ass in both hands.

He spreads my cheeks, his finger gently teasing the forbidden place.

I freeze in place. “Relax, baby,” he tells me.

“I won’t do anything that hurts. It will feel so good to be filled with us. ”

I swallow hard, eyes frantically searching Ghost’s face. “Trust us, Malishka.” I nod, terrified but curious if it can actually feel good.

“Brother?” Trikk calls out, and Ghost reaches over to snatch a bottle off the side table, tossing it to him.

“Keep moving,” he urges me on.

I am so blissed out; I don’t even flinch when Trikk’s finger breaches the entrance.

He fingers me a few times, then slowly adds a second finger.

I freeze again, feeling a bite of pain. He rubs my back up and down in a smoothing motion with his other hand.

He scissors them, causing me to cry out with an unexpected orgasm. “Fuck! YES!”

“You’re ready. Be our good girl,” Trikk says, making my knees weak. Thank fuck Ghost is all but holding me up. His cock rubs across me, easing its way inside. I stop breathing once he’s fully seated. After a beat, he and Ghost start moving, in tandem with each other, thrust for thrust.

“So FULL!” I moan loudly. I feel something starting to unfurl in my lower stomach, burning and intense. When they both hit a sweet spot at the same time, I fucking shatter. “GHOST... TRIKK... fuck, fuck, don’t stop!”

I scream my lungs out as the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life washes over me, in waves. I feel hot fluid shoot out of me, soaking them both. They both yell, Trikk coming first, the pulses of his release setting off another one for me. Ghost follows, bursts of come filling my pussy.

“Ours,” they both growl.

I collapse onto Ghost's chest, all of my limbs turning into jelly. He eases me next to him, kissing me deeply. “You’re mine forever.”

I nod.

“Always.” Trikk kisses my back again. “I’ll get cleanup,” he offers, standing. I can’t help but ogle his glorious form. “Naughty

Bambi,” he laughs.

I do my best to stay conscious, but I’m out before he even comes back. I feel so content, so loved. Nothing could be better than this!