Saints of the Syndicate by Natalie Nicole
Chapter 26
Bethani
Mid November - Birthday Weekend
“Where are we going guys? Seriously, I hate surprises,” I ask for the millionth time. I’m pouting. I’ve had a blindfold over my eyes for the past few hours as the guys drive us to wherever this surprise location is for my birthday. “I get you weirdos want to go all out or whatever, but is this blindfold really necessary?”
“Yes,” they all say in unison, clearly over my whiny antics.
I’m grumbling, “Well you assholes aren’t the one that’s blindfolded.”
These guys all stormed in my room at 7am to wake me up and rush my ass to hurry up and get ready to go. I wasn’t allowed to pack a bag since they ‘had it taken care of’ and they already had one of my warmer weather dresses ready for me as soon as I hopped out of the shower, sans underwear.
Bullshit. All of it, I think to myself when I’m suddenly ripped from my seat in the SUV and slammed against Sinclair’s chest. He wraps a hand around my throat to bring me even closer.
“Say that again, kitten.”
My body instantly erupts in goosebumps, and my sex clenches as Sinclair’s scent fills my nostrils. I’m not sure which cologne he used today, but it’s intoxicating. Honestly, anytime I’m super close to them and get a whiff of their colognes, I turn into a needy, horny mess.
In the few weeks since Sinclair finally broke through my last defenses and fucked me like ‘his little slut’, as he likes to so eloquently put it, things have been hectic.
We spent 3 damn hours one day ironing out a contract with details of things I would be ok with doing or using sexually, and others that were hard limits. I was pretty open to most of it, since I haven’t heard of any of the stuff. But I was given the addendum that if I didn’t like it, it could easily become a hard limit, and he would respect that. We also discussed how if rules would be broken, for any party, there would be consequences. I’ve had my ass busted a few times and wrote stupid ass lines a few times already for my smart mouth. But let’s face it, I’ve never liked playing nice so I usually deserve the punishment.
They also had a stipulation in the contract where I would agree to finally use the new laptop and phone they gave me. But I countered and said only if all of their sneaky hacker crap wasn’t on there. We ended up in a compromise of only keeping the tracker app on my phone just for ‘safety purposes’. I also won on keeping my 2 day a week job at the coffee shop with the agreement that one of them could escort me to and from the place every shift.
It ended up being a major win across the board for me and one of the perks started a few days later.
They all took me to a private club that Sinclair is a member of, and we went into a private room where we watched others having sex so I could see some of the things I wasn’t sure about. I was surprised at how much I enjoyed the whole scenario. I was hot and bothered and turned on like no other during the whole thing. Thankfully, the guys took pity on me and gave me the first experience of them all ravishing me at once. They didn’t go full tilt like they wanted to, but respected the fact that I wasn’t ready for that just yet. So Sinclair, being the jerk he is, tied me down to one of the tables and proceeded to demolish my tits with his mouth while Declan fucked me hard, and Giovanni played with my asshole.
After I was a boneless sated mess, Giovanni and Sinclair jerked themselves off all over my stomach and breasts. They dressed me, escorted me out of the club covered and dripping with their juices, and took me home to give me a bath and spoil me rotten.
They have all been sneaky and shifty when my birthday came up. Stella called demanding to know what I wanted to do. When I told her I wasn’t sure, the guys all chirped in that they had it taken care of and would let her know. I’m not sure if they said anything though, she still hasn’t made it back into their good graces for not noticing that my drink was spiked that night by Peter. Even though I’ve explained to them that we both had indulged in a fair share of alcohol before we even got there.
I’ve met their grandfathers. It was awkward at first because I didn’t know the older, more distinguished carbon copy versions of the guys were even at the penthouse when I got back from class. After a few minutes of conversation though, we all quickly fell into loud conversations like we’ve known each other forever. Their grandfathers are loud, opinionated, boisterous older men that act nothing like I would have guessed old money society came from. They’re polar opposites to everyone else you see on campus, and a welcomed change of pace. They all saluted me, gave me giant hugs and kisses on the cheek, and thanked me for keeping their boys in line, which made the guys blush.
On top of all that, classes have been crazy. I’ve been trying to cram for finals and stuff before the holiday breaks begin, on top of being ravished constantly by some of the horniest men I’ve ever met.
Kitchen counter? Check. Elevator? Double check. All their beds? Triple check. I’ve lost count of how many places I’ve been randomly pushed against a wall for a quickie or stripped bare in the middle of doing something and bent over to be fucked hard.
I’m not complaining though. I may be sore constantly, but they say it’s my fault, because I don’t have to do anything except look at them and they are hard as steel.
I’m brought out of my thoughts when my dress is pulled up to exposed my naked flesh to the air, and Sinclair sinks two thick fingers into my dripping sex.
“Always so wet and needy for us, princess. Now, would you rather come on my fingers or Giovanni’s dick?”
I gasp when I feel the head of Giovanni’s cock brush against my entrance. As Sinclair pulls his fingers out of me, and I can hear him sucking off my essence.
“Fucking delicious.”
“Come on guys! This is bullshit! We are almost there and I’m fucking driving with a boner. Not cool,” Declan whines from the front, but I’m too lost to care.
“Tesoro, you want my cock?” Giovanni asks as he pushes in just an inch to tease me.
My head falls back onto Sinclair’s chest as I moan, “Yesss.”
Sinclair’s grip around my throat tightens as he manipulates the angle of my head. He brings his lips to mine as Giovanni thrusts deep in me. Sinclair swallows my moans of heightened pleasure as his hardened cock nestles between my ass cheeks while Giovanni fucks me senseless.
I feel the slight movement of the vehicle pulling over and being put in park as I feel layers of clothes being tossed all over in a lust filled frenzy.
“Next time we take a plane, dick face. Confined space bullshit is for the birds when we are all fucking giants.” Giovanni grunts as his thrusts deepen.
This whole situation is hotter than sin, and I can’t see a damn thing. A hand reaches down to stroke my clit as two others pinch my nipples, and I’m torpedoed with an unexpected orgasm. A scream rips through my throat as Giovanni starts swearing up a storm and my walls vice grip around him. I feel the heat of his cum flooding me.
“God damnit! I wasn’t ready to come!”
Giovanni pulls out of me, and I moan the loss of him.
“Don’t worry, kitten. Daddy’s gonna fill your dripping cunt back up and fuck you silly while Declan deep dicks your pretty little throat.”
Holy. Hot. Damn. Yes please!
I’m lifted up by one of them just enough for Sinclair to position himself, and then I’m slowly set back down until he is fully seated in me. My body is still spasming from my prior orgasm, and Sinclair’s size is almost enough to set me off again.
“Fuck, kitten!” his deep moan echoes around me as his hands grip my waist to control the movements. “Ready for my cock, sunshine?”
A smile plasters my face as I reach up and find Declan’s dick, and I give him a firm squeeze and tug him towards me to stick my tongue out and lick the pre cum off the tip.
“Jesus Christ!” he moans then curses when his head must hit the top of the SUV.
“Giovanni, where are you?” I ask, unsure of his location.
“Right beside you, Tesoro. Why?” he asks with labored breathing.
Instead of telling him my plan, I reach out with my right hand to find his chest and slowly work my hand down until I find his still semi hard cock. With a feather touch, I put my hand around it and start working it back up to a full hard on again as he groans.
Concentrating as hard as I can, which funny enough is easier with the blindfold on since it kills off one of my senses, I start to gyrate my hips over Sinclair. Then I pull Declan into my mouth to blow him while jerking off Giovanni.
The muttered moans and forced swear words fly through the vehicle from the guys as I focus on getting them off at the same time. I flick my hips and bounce on Sinclair while using my kegels to keep the extra friction he loves. I’m sucking hard and deep for Declan while twirling my tongue on his piercing. Giovanni loves soft strokes with some added pressure at the tip, which is super easy to do with my juices coating him.
While this may not be the ideal location for us, I’m absolutely loving it for being my first experience getting them all off at the same time. It’s unexpected, and removes all the nervous pressure I was having about it.
After a few minutes of triple tandem on the guys, I can feel the tells that they are all about to come for me. Declan's hands fly to my hair to hold me in place as his thrusts become shallow and wild. Giovanni starts swearing in Italian, and his muscles start to tense up. Sinclair is a bit of a mystery still because he masks his emotions so well, but right now I can feel his cock throbbing and swelling inside me as he takes full control and moves my hips in a rhythmic motion on his lap.
Ready for us all to come, I reach down and pinch my clit hard, which sets off an orgasmic chain reaction. My pussy walls surge around Sinclair, setting him off. That makes me moan and suck harder on Declan, which has him thrust deep into me one final time before flooding my mouth with his cum. All of that has me giving Giovanni a final firm squeeze and tug. His hips jerk as he sets off into a second orgasm, and I can feel his release on my hands.
I’m so utterly lost in sensations and pleasures that I physically can’t hear what the guys are saying. I feel like my soul has left my body, and what’s left is just a sloppy mess. Declan pops himself out of my mouth, and I’m able to take a much needed deep breath, which burns as my deprived lungs fill with oxygen.
Another hand comes to mine and pries my fingers apart from Giovanni. He heaves a sigh of relief when I feel Sinclair lifting me up to pull himself out. I collapse back into him, feeling extremely disoriented.
“What happened?” I ask.
A bottle of water comes to my lips, and I greedily chug it for relief, not even noticing the electrolyte flavoring.
“I think we over-stimulated you, Tesoro. We need to be a little more careful.”
Waving a hand dismissively I say, “I feel fine. Don’t even try that shit, because I want to do it again and soon.”
Sinclair’s rumbling laugh comes from behind me. “Fucking hell, we created a monster.”
All I can do is smile. I’m freaking delirious currently, so they can go to hell with the negative shit.
After a moment I’m moved, and I can hear the guys putting their clothes back on. There’s zipping of zippers and belt buckles echoing around me.
“So can I take this damn blindfold off and know where we are going? I’m pretty sure I earned it just now,” I ask cockily. I don’t even care if it gets me punished later either. Bring it on.
A pair of hands come up behind me as a pair of lips brush against mine. The blindfold drops, and I put a hand over my eyes to help with the adjustment to the contrast. When everything starts to come into focus, tears flood my vision as a tidal wave of emotions hit me.
All of their deep sexy voices filter through me at the same time. “Welcome back to LA, baby.”