“No, not about Anna, you idiot. About Sadie.”
I sat up, letting Vandal’s cock slide completely out of my mouth so I could give Zero the full effect of my glare.
His eyes were at half mast, but whether it was because of the alcohol in his system, or because he’d been enjoying watching me blow Vandal I couldn’t tell.
I gave my head a small shake, but before I could say anything, Vandal was coaxing my mouth back down where he wanted it.
“Don’t distract our little monster. She’s busy.”
“I was wondering what your plan was with her.”
He groaned, arching his hips to shove his cock deeper into my mouth. “Do we have to have this conversation while I’m drunk? She’s been tempting me all night, and my dick is finally in her pouty little mouth.”
I stopped the blowjob again, feeling a need to defend my honor. “How have I been tempting you all night?”
“This fucking dress,” he grumbled, yanking the skirt of my dress upward so he could grope my ass.
“How is the dress my fault? You’re the one who chose it!”
“You didn’t need to make it look so sexy all night. That’s on you.” He urged my face down to his lap again. “Suck.”
I obeyed, and he sighed, searching for pins in my hair and plucking them out to toss them on the coffee table by his knee until he could bury his hand in it as if the sensation was almost as sensual to him as my mouth was on his cock. At some point I’d have to ask Zero if he kept his hair long for Vandal’s pleasure.
Rather than rushing through the job, I teased him with my mouth, and he was chilled out enough to let me take the lead. He slumped back against the couch, but his hard, possessive grip on my hair didn’t slacken.
“Don’t you love having her around?” Zero got behind me and pulled down my panties.
“The girl has her uses.”
I tried to be offended, but I was busy.
Zero played with my pussy, making me hotter than I already was. I cooperated when he pulled on my hips to prop me up on my knees. I was ready for his cock long before he moved between my legs.
He entered me with short, slow strokes, making me whine with impatience.
“She doesn’t like it gentle,” Vandal told him, as though he were the authority on the subject of what I liked.
“She’ll take whatever I give her and be grateful. Besides, I wouldn’t want her to bite your dick off.”
Vandal grunted as I changed the angle of my head and the amount of suction I was using. “I like when she uses her teeth a bit, but yeah, that would be a bit much, even for me.” He held my head down, choking me on his cock until I started to fight for air. When he let me up, I gasped for breath, and just when I felt a bit less panicked, he did it again. This time I gagged, and tears dribbled from the corners of my eyes, and when he let me go, I sobbed, and crawled over his lap to get away, even though it meant leaving Zero’s cock behind.
“Where do you think you’re going, little Sadie? We’re not done with you yet.”
“Don’t get rough with her,” Zero reminded him. “You’re drunker than you think.”
“Sadie’s a tough girl, aren’t you Sadie?” Vandal replied, his voice creepy as fuck.
I whimpered, wanting him, but afraid of what he might do.
“Are you drunk, gorgeous?” Zero asked, smacking my ass.
“No, sir.”
“Will you remember to safeword if things get too wild for you?”
“I will if I can breathe, sir.”
Vandal made a growling noise that didn’t set my mind at ease. “Fucking rules.”
“You’d agree they were important if you were sober. She’s a tough girl, but she’s a lot smaller than we are.”
“I know!”
Vandal got up, accidentally tipping me onto the floor. He stepped over me like I was a couch throw he’d forgotten he was using.
“Where are you going?” Zero called, picking me up off the floor and setting me back on the couch, then kissing my forehead as though apologizing for Vandal’s behavior.
“To get the lube out of your bag.”
“You’re going to be too rough for that tonight.”
“Then you’d better brace yourself, since she’s off limits. I’m not in the mood to listen to her crying tonight, anyway.”
I put my hand over my mouth, glad he’d come to that conclusion on his own.
Zero grimaced. “You so owe me for this,” he whispered to me.
“You could tell him no.”
“It’s hot when he’s mad.”
“You’re such a fucking masochist,” I said, smothering a laugh.
“Oh, like you aren’t?”
“Both of you shut up and take your fucking clothes off,” Vandal ordered with drunken belligerence as he strode back into the room, tossing the bottle of lube on the coffee table.
I giggled and he pointed at me. “Why are you still dressed, woman?”
He loosened his tie and flung it somewhere, then fought his way out of his dress shirt without unbuttoning it—some of the buttons pinged across the floor, unable to withstand the force of his impatience.
I struggled with the back zipper on my dress, but Zero pushed my hands away and unzipped it, kissing between my shoulder blades as soon as that section of skin was bared. My nipples tightened almost painfully, and I pulled the dress off and laid it aside, not wanting to ruin it simply because I was turned on and Vandal was in a rush.
Zero was the last one naked, and Vandal was already lubing his cock, a look of bitter impatience on his face.
“Quit fucking stalling.”
“It’s been a while, sir. You’d better be nice to me.” Cautiously, he lowered himself to his hands and knees on the carpet, pushing the coffee table out of the way so he didn’t end up banging his head on it.
“You don’t like it when I’m nice any more than she does.” Vandal was behind him in a moment, coaxing a finger into Zero’s ass, then two, prying him open faster than had to be comfortable. Zero was gritting his teeth against the sensation, but from where I was sitting on the couch, I watched his partial erection stiffen to full attention. I knew the feeling. Watching them together was turning me on worse.
Zero swore as Vandal pushed the wide head of his cock into his ass, forcing it in as Zero breathed hard, his whole body tense and going slick with sweat.
“Bastard,” he gasped, as Vandal pushed deeper.
My insides clenched empathetically.
“You’re a big boy,” Vandal taunted. “Quit acting like a little virgin.”
“I’m not acting like anything. It’s been a long time. I’m not used to this anymore.”
“True. We’ve been so busy tormenting the girl that I’ve neglected you. Poor Zero. I won’t let that happen again.”
Zero’s breathing was loud and slow, his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth bared.
“You know, if your little pet really liked you, she’d help you out instead of just gawking.”
“Should I punch you for him?” I asked Vandal innocently.
Zero made a sound that was somewhere between a groan and a chuckle. “Maybe later.”
Taking Vandal’s hint, I got down on the floor with them and ran my hand over Zero’s back. Vandal slid out again, but only a little, then pushed back in hard enough to make Zero gasp.