Society of Psychos (Dead Men Walking #2)

“I thought you were unstoppable, Hellfire?” Brooklyn teased as I hoisted her skirt up over her thighs and moved my mouth down the length of her throat.

“I woulda carried you up a hundred flights of stairs if it would have bought me a minute between your thighs, love,” I swore to her, though in all likelihood, I’d have died in the attempt. Not that I would have given up.

“Only a minute?” she teased and I cursed her as I found the edge of her panties and dragged them out of my way.

“Tell me what you want,” I demanded as I shifted my hand between us and tugged my cock free of my trousers, letting the piercing roll over her clit and groaning at the wetness I found waiting between her legs for me.

“I want to scream so loud the stars can hear me,” she panted, rocking her hips in demand, and I gave in as I guided my dick to her core before taking hold of her round arse and tugging her down onto me.

Brooklyn threw her head back and moaned so loudly that I was pretty certain the stars really did hear, the twinkly little bastards getting a good old show as I gripped her arse tightly and began to fuck her deep and hard.

She fisted my hair as she rode me, meeting every thrust and begging for more between her moans, the two of us like a pair of insatiable teenagers never able to get enough.

Brooklyn pressed her knees against bricks either side of me, the pressure of her body bearing down on mine making me slip and I cursed as I fell backwards, my weight overbalancing us on the low wall and death calling out as the eight floor drop suddenly looked up at us with a promise to be our end. It wasn’t the worst way to go, buried deep in my wife with her smile making me burn inside, but still.

I tried to shove her back, panic engulfing my heart as we began to fall but before we could go tumbling to our demise, a huge hand latched around my ankle and another fisted in her hair, dragging us back to safety.

“Jesus,” I cursed as I righted myself on the wall again, blinking up at Jack as he hauled Brooklyn out of my lap, leaving me sat before them with my cock out as my heart remembered how to beat again.

“Rook,” Jack growled and I nodded.

“Yeah, you saved her,” I panted.

“Like a real-life superhero,” Brooklyn breathed, reaching up to run her fingers down the side of his face before leaning in and taking that kiss I’d commanded earlier.

Adrenaline still raced through my veins and my cock throbbed in its abandoned state as I watched the two of them, drawing my hand to it and groaning as I began to work myself over, eyeing the way he gripped her arse and his tongue pushed into her mouth.

Part of me wanted to grab hold of him by his long, silver hair and hurl him to his death on the street below for touching her like that. But another part of me was riled up over him saving her yet again, enjoying the punishment of watching them together and accepting the hurt it caused in favour of how damn hot it was to watch. I’d liked watching Mateo fuck her a little too much, but it had still felt good ripping her off of him and denying him his release. I was very back and forth in my emotions like that.

“You ever fucked a superhero, love?” I panted as I pumped my cock and Brooklyn broke her kiss with Jack as she turned to shake her head at me.

“Only the villains,” she confirmed which made me all kinds of possessive over her, but I was into this too.

“How about you give it a go then? Put on a show for this villain of yours and see if I can stop myself from killing the two of ya for it.”

Brooklyn bit her lip in excitement over that possibility and I smiled as I continued to pleasure myself in front of her, loving the way her eyes kept dropping to take in the movements of my hand as I ran it up and down my shaft.

She looked back to Jack then slowly started stripping, peeling her clothes off piece by piece until she was standing butt naked before him with nothing but her stiletto heels still in place.

“I’m a bad guy too,” she whispered as he watched her in silence, the hunger in his expression making it more than clear how much he wanted her. “And I need all the bad kinds of punishment.”

I ran my thumb across my bottom lip as I watched them, but Jack’s eyes lifted to me once more, asking for another command and making me laugh as I realised that that was exactly what he needed from me. He really was a pack animal, and he was hungering for the command of an alpha.

“Don’t keep her waiting, big fella,” I warned. “Or I’m gonna grab hold of her and make her scream myself.”

Jack gave in as easy as that, stepping forward and yanking his shirt off with one hand before gripping Brooklyn by the back of the neck and kissing her with a rough kind of passion that made me ache to take hold of her too.

She whimpered in his arms, her fingers fumbling at his belt and the tremble in them made it clear to me how much she wanted this. She was a thirsty little thing. And she wanted to taste all of her heathens as often as she could.

Brooklyn gasped as she freed the leviathan from Jack’s pants, and I paused in the movements of my hand along my shaft as I stared at the fucking thing.

“Will it fit?” she gasped, looking down at his huge cock, and Jack grinned like a savage.

“If mine fits, his will too,” I barked, glancing between my cock and his and reassuring myself that mine was still damn impressive. And it was fancy too, with the tattoos and Prince Albert I had going. His didn’t have any fandangles, that was for sure.

My narrowed gaze met Jack’s smug one as Brooklyn panted all over him and I cursed as the desire to throw him off the roof reared its head again.

“Make her come before I give in to the desire to cut that thing off and beat you to death with it,” I snapped irritably and in the next breath, Jack had pushed Brooklyn to her knees before me, making her grip my thighs to balance herself.

I curled my free hand around her jaw as Jack dropped his pants behind her, moving to his knees and taking hold of her hips as he lined himself up with her wet pussy.

“Fuck,” she hissed as he took hold of her hip and I ran my thumb along the seam of her lips before pushing it inside.

“Bite down on me, love,” I said roughly and she nodded obediently just as Jack drove his hips forward and her teeth sank into my flesh hard enough to draw blood and meet with bone.

Brooklyn cried out around the bloody thumb in her mouth and I cursed like a sailor as I took my other hand from my dick and moved it to wind through her hair, caressing her softly.

Jack paused as he looked down at the point where their bodies were joined and Brooklyn whimpered again, easing her teeth from my thumb and releasing it from the cage of her mouth.

“You good, little psycho?” I asked softly and she nodded again, moaning as Jack drew his hips back with agonising slowness.

“I want it all, Hellfire,” she panted, her pupils full blown with lust as she gazed up at me. “Every piece of us.”

Her eyes fell to my cock which was fucking throbbing between us and I groaned as she lowered her mouth to place a kiss on the head of it.

“Come on then, big fella,” I snapped as Jack continued to stare at her and he looked up at me once more before the edges of his mouth lifted into a dark and wicked grin and his grasp on her hips tightened.

Jack slammed himself into her again, making her scream and damn near knocking me offa the roof once more as her grip on my thighs pushed me back.

I released her, grasping the edges of the wall to stop myself from falling and bracing against the force of his thrusts as he upped his pace and made her cry out over and over again.

I still wanted to kill him, but as Brooklyn moaned in ecstasy, I could admit that he was doing a damn good job of making her happy and the sound of her pleasure brought a bead of moisture to the tip of my dick.

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