Saints of the Syndicate by Natalie Nicole
Chapter 18
Bethani
My bedroom door opening and closing has me jumping awake.
“It’s just me, baby B. No need to freak out.” Declan’s throaty deep voice instantly calms me since I know it’s not some intruder, but my heart is still racing in an unsteady flutter.
“W-what time is it Declan?”
“Little after 3am, why?” he asks like I’m the crazy one being awake at this ungodly hour.
“Why are you even awake, Declan? It’s 3am. Don’t you have class in the morning too?”
He rips the covers off me before jumping into bed beside me, pulling them back over us, and pulling me into his hulking tattooed arms. The warmth of his massive chest and muscular arms blanketing me in an unusual comforting feeling. It’s nice and unlike any of the normal emotions I’m used to feeling.
“Ehh...it’s just class. And I was sleeping, but I kept dreaming of you. I couldn’t deal with being away from you any longer, so here I am.”
I snuggle into him, sleepily enjoying the feeling of his arms around me. “Class is important.”
“Not as important as you, B.”
The dropping tone of his voice is laced with emotions, which has me instantly snapping my eyes back open and craning my neck to see him staring down at me in the darkness.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, baby. It’s driving me fucking insane. I have this insatiable desire to be close to you, always, and knowing G got you to himself earlier….” He stops and shakes his head. “Fuck. I’m not normally jealous. But I wanted to be the first one to taste you. The first one to sink his dick deep down inside you.” A shudder rocks through my body at his salacious words.
He flips us around, putting my back flat against the mattress. His bulging arms are surrounding my shoulders while his one hand slowly starts playing with my hair. His massive tree trunk legs are on either side of mine, just pressing into me enough that I can feel his massive erection just grazing my thigh. He continues, “Do you know I saw a little of your leftover juices on G’s face? I could fucking smell your sweet arousal on him, and it took everything in my power not to snatch your pretty ass up, take you to my room, and have my wicked way with you until it was my cum coating your pussy’s walls. Until it was your sweet juices coating my face, and it was my name being screamed from those juicy lips of yours? God damnit, B, I’m turning into a raging monster just waiting on the go ahead from you.”
He leans down and gently kisses my lips. Nothing forceful or demanding. Almost like asking for permission.
“So what do you say, sunshine? Will you let me have my wicked way with you? Let me hear my name fall from your lips as I bring you a few delicious orgasms? Let me sate this primal need to devour your body?”
I must be losing my damn mind, because his words, his sweet and needy and raunchy words, have me absolutely soaked already. I want him like he wants me. It doesn’t make any sense, my attraction to these men, but the choppy, lust filled words are falling from my lips before I even realize it.
“Y-yes, Declan.” My breathy words and voice don’t even sound like me.
“Yes? Yes to what, sunshine. I need to hear your words.”
“Y-yes t-to it all, Declan. Claim me as yours also. Fuck. I don’t understand it, but I want you to claim me just as Giov-” My words get lost as Declan descends on my lips. Crushing his lips to mine, he tilts his head slightly and uses his tongue to demand entrance to my mouth. And I willingly open for him.
The hand that was in my hair moves to the back of my head and grips against me, manipulating it to better mold our mouths together as he obliterates me with his claiming kiss. It’s passionate as sin, the same but different than Giovanni’s. While their styles are different, the intensity is the same. They don’t take this lightly.
My willingness to let them claim me as theirs ignites a different personality trait that has been locked deep down inside them. Their kisses show it. They are not fucking around when they say they want me as theirs, and they will do anything to keep me safe. To keep me as theirs.
I can feel it in waves rolling off Declan as he starts to roll his hips into mine. The delicious feel of his erection rubbing against me has me feeding my moans to Declan, spurring him on even further. Our clothes haven’t even come off, and I’m ready to explode at this sensual foreplay.
Almost as if he is thinking the same as me, he breaks our kiss and inhales deeply before talking. “I think it’s time to get rid of some layers, what do you think, baby?”
All I can do is nod. Formulating words is apparently a skill that flies out the window with these dominating men and their wicked dicks and words.
He stands up from the bed, quickly ridding himself of his shirt and tossing it to the floor. Then he whips off his basketball shorts and is standing completely nude in front of me as my eyes widen to his miraculous body.
Declan’s body is a work of art with all of the tattoos covering his body. His lighter brown hair, shorter on the sides and about 3-4 inches on the top, resonates with a rock god. There’s an eyebrow piercing over his right eye, diamond studs in each ear, double rings in his left nostril, piercing in both nipples, and from what I’ve learned from the riveting and somewhat weird conversations, a Prince Albert dick piercing.
Apparently Declan won a bet between them and this was the prize. Declan with a Prince Albert, Giovanni with an Apadravya, and Sinclair with a Frenum.
“Like what you see sunshine?” Declan’s cocky playful attitude comes out, but I don’t take my eyes off his already leaking cock. The intense need to taste him has me quickly scrambling to the edge of the bed and standing in front of him. “What are you doing?”
“Well…someone was more focused on me earlier and wouldn’t let me do this. So…”
I quickly drop to my knees, putting me eye level with his dick. His piercing glints from the moonlight shining through the windows. I quickly reach up and grab ahold of his cock, making it jump, and Declan’s head quickly falls back as a moan escapes his lips.
“I thought you could be the first one I give head to with a piercing,” I purr, then stick my tongue out just enough and bring his thick dick to my mouth.
I slowly lick the slit as a small burst of cum spits out. His taste is salty yet slightly sweet. I quickly open my mouth to take in his head, swirling my tongue around and playing with the piercing.
“Fuuuckkkkk,” Delcan growls, sending waves of pleasure straight to my pussy.
All of this has me reaching down with my free hand to my drenched panties. But then a loud pop comes from my mouth as Declan pulls himself out, irritating me.
“What the...hey!” I call out.
He quickly has me up in his arms, my legs wrapping around my waist.
“If you want to taste me, fine. But you will not play with yourself when I can do that for you, B.”
He sets me on the bed, and slowly takes my shirt with him as he stands, leaving me in nothing but some lacy boy shorts. His hands move to my hips, and I lift up for him to discard my panties. We are both fully naked, taking in each other's bodies before he speaks, “Turn around and lay back down. Head dangling off the edge, sunshine.”
I scurry to do what he asks, curious as to how this is going to work.
Like I said, I’ve lead a bland sex life before meeting these fools. As I’m laying back, I’m stopped when his hands hit my shoulders.
“A-am I doing something wrong?”
“Nope. Just had to do something first.” Then his hands start to sensually massage my shoulders, instantly relaxing some of the nervous tension running through my veins. My head lull’s to the side as his hands work me into a wondrous state of calm.
“My god Declan, your hands are freaking magic.”
He is chuckling, but doesn’t stop his pampering. “Well you are in for a wickedly good treat, sunshine, when you feel how well my hands work in other places.”
My face flames at the thought, but little bolts of pleasure zing straight to my core. My thighs clench together to attempt to alleviate some of the building pressure, but it's freaking useless.
Over two years without sex, and these guys have me in a constant state of arousal in just two weeks. Stupid walking talking epitomes of sex and sin all wrapped up in big-dicked boxes.
Declan’s lips against my right shoulder blade have me gasping, as his hands have slowly made their way down my arms. Goosebumps trail everywhere he caresses. I could almost come off it alone. The intimacy of it is so erotic that I can’t think straight.
His kisses flutter along my back, down then back up, until his lips are a whisper touch away from my ear.
“I’m sorry, sunshine.” His voice is a soft tone I’ve never heard from him, and it has my body shivering at the sincerity. I can’t help but lean back into his strong body and tilt my head towards his.
“For what?”
His face hardens and his eyes flame with a vengeance I’ve never seen before. It’s almost unnerving, if I didn’t know who I was talking to.
“For what that spineless asshole did to you. I fucking promise you, Bethani, that when I get my fucking hands on him, you will never have to worry about seeing him again. What we talked about earlier, we all meant it. You’re fucking ours, sunshine.” Then he crushes his lips to mine, and the questions I have instantly die as our kiss grows desperate and needy.
His hands roam my body as mine slink up and lock around his neck, holding on for dear life. His palms against my sensitive nipples have me breaking our kiss and gasping for breath with the shocks rolling through me. I can’t help but moan his name as he tweaks, plucks, and rolls my breasts around his hands.
I feel my body slowly laying back on the bed, but don’t register it until my head is dangling upside down on the mattress. I open my eyes to see Declan’s dripping cock right in front of my face.
“Go ahead baby B, he is all yours.”
My mouth waters and my pussy flutters at his permission. I quickly open my mouth and stick out my tongue while reaching for his hips. Gripping them, I bring him closer to me so I can finally taste him again. As soon as his pre-cum hits my taste buds, I moan at the taste and quickly close my mouth around his mushroom head to suck him further into my mouth.
The vibrations from me and the suction of my mouth has Declan doubling over me. His forearms hit the mattress on either side of me as a groan tears from his throat.
“FuckkBethaniiiii.”
His hips start slowly thrusting into me as I suck and twirl my tongue around his pulsing erection. I keep one hand on his hip to help control the depth of his thrusts as my other hand roams. Gripping his ass, sinking my nails into his thigh, caressing his balls. The sounds coming from Declan are ridiculous, and are fueling my ministrations to keep pleasuring him.
A deep, slow, deliberate lick from the top of my clit to the bottom of my pussy from Declan has my ass flying up off the bed into his face. The explosion of sensations has every one of my nerve synapses misfiring. My eyes snap open and roll back at how amazing his mouth against my sex feels. My deep moan vibrating Declan’s cock has him thrusting deep, and I almost gag before he lifts his hips.
“Shit, baby. Keep that up and this round is going to be over fast.”
This round?
Are they trying to kill me?
I pop his dick out long enough to respond, “Don’t you dare stop, Declan Carter.”
I instantly lift my head up to suck him back down.
“Fuck!” he growls, then his hands are wrapping around my thighs. He pulls them up to link around his head before he goes back to work.
His tongue is a god damn master of pleasure. His licks are long and slow, flattening along my sex to cover as much of me as possible. His flicks against my clit are fast and furious, almost bringing me to climax multiple times before stopping just long enough for my climax to wane.
My hips have a mind of their own, grinding and thrusting against his face while I focus on his dick. Pulling him out to just the tip and toying with his piercing long enough to drive him insane. Then forcefully sucking the tip back into my mouth, making him struggle to maintain control just as much as I am.
We are pleasuring each other in perfect tandem, trying to drive each other insane.
Suddenly, Declan stands. One arm locks around my waist to hold me in place as he speaks. “Hope you are ready, sunshine. Let’s see who loses control first.”
His mouth goes back to my clit, furiously working it while he plunges two of his thick long fingers deep into pussy, all the way to his knuckles, then twisting them around. I’m filled with an intense desire to let the dam break as my pussy flutters and tightens around his fingers, but my determination to not lose wins out, barely.
Using one arm to steady myself against his thigh, I pick up my assault against his cock. Sucking deep and hard, I swirl and twirl my tongue around in a lust crazed intensity that mirrors his intensity against my sex.
I’m so freaking close to losing, when I remember something that I’ve heard what some chicks at the campus cafeteria say about blow jobs.
“Oh if you just press and rub a little bit between his asshole and ball sac, a guy will totally lose his mind. It’s like, you know, some sort of crazy good pleasure spot for them. Got me out of sex that night.”
As I will myself to not break, I reach my free hand down to his balls and squeeze them gently before taking my middle finger and doing exactly what that chick said.
As soon as I press against that spot, Declan tenses slightly, and I start to rub furious little circles. It’s only seconds before his whole body seizes up, and I feel the first of many spurts of his cum flood my mouth. His head lifts away from my clit, and a ferocious growl shakes our bodies.
“Fuck fuckfuckfuck FUCKKKKKK!”
As I’m swallowing the last of his release, a victorious smirk crosses my lips before I’m quickly separating myself from his cock to scream his name.
“Declannnnn!!!!”
My intense and insane orgasm rips through me with a violent force. He turns his fingers to rub against my g-spot, and his mouth closes over my clit to suck, hard. Then his teeth nip my clit, setting me off with a force I wasn’t even sure was possible.
With a shaky step, Declan sets me back on the bed before crashing next to me. Our breathing is labored as we come down from our highs.
When I feel like I have a semblance of control back in my body, I proclaim my victory.
“I win.”
All he does is laugh.
Which has me smiling like crazy.
Pretty sure neither of us lost just now.