Runaway

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The next morning I sat happily in Zack’s lap at Matt and Val’s kitchen island. When I’d attempted to slip out that morning, he’d insisted I stay because they loved making breakfast for everyone.

“Zack, I fucked Val’s husband last night.” The one and only M. motherfucking Shadows.
“So? Since when are you skittish about this? It’s not like he told her when they woke up this morning.”

Zacky was doing a wonderful job of distracting me, though--not that I think that was actually his goal, he just was.

“That’s a great idea.” Vengeance replied to someone else. I barely heard him, I was so lost in his sea green eyes.
Violet! Snap the fuck out of it!

“What’s a great idea?” I whispered at Zack. He laughed and squeezed my ass.
“They suggested I take you to an Angels game. Would you like that?”
“I’d love that.” I beamed. He gave me that look again and actual butterflies burst in my stomach and fluttered around like this was a fucking Disney movie. Pulling me closer, Zacky pressed our lips together...again. Doing my best to not fall into a full makeout session in front of everyone, I tried to push him away.
“Zack…” Was I blushing?
“What?” He chuckled deeply from my ear, “I’m just kissing you.”

Before I could respond, Matt’s huge form was leaning across the island and setting three plates in front of us and Erin. He grinned wide, popping those damn dimples as his hazel eyes sparkled, “Here. You guys must be famished.”

Without skipping a beat, I picked up a grape and after keeping Matt’s mischievous gaze for only another quick moment, my attention shifted to Zack and I plopped it in between his plush lips, “Yeah we are.”

Both the lefty’s eyebrows raised in surprise at my brashness. As the grape disappeared into his mouth, his lips curved up into a wide cheeky smile.

Brian happened to be walking by at that moment and leaned over to Zack’s ear, his mocha eyes locking with mine, “We totally had sex in the next room listening to you guys. Hot.” His high brow twitched before he casually walked off, putting an arm around his wife. My breath caught when the smile at Zack’s lips turned into that pouty smirk.

I cleared my throat and pretended to be focused on my food, but poked his side with a sideways smile, “You better eat up. I have a feeling you’re going to need it.”

*****

I sat across from Megs at the downtown cafe we liked to go together. She had this glow about her that almost made me laugh. I wanted to tell her to be careful, but I didn’t want to burst her happy bubble, either. So I tried to tone down my smile at her as I asked the obvious.

“So...how’s it going with Captain Gorgeous?” I raised a brow.
She blushed and grinned adorably, shaking her head at herself, “Amazing. Way too good to be true. He claims he doesn’t typically date, but….he’s taken me out several times now, and….”
I couldn’t stand the pause, “And!?”
“Jake is nothing short of...a romantic? I know he’s gotta be setting me up for disappointment in the end, but...last night I wasn’t at the party because he had a rare Saturday off and...he made me dinner and then…” She leaned closer to whisper, “And made love to me.”

Now I was the one pausing, “I assume before then...it was just fucking?” I couldn’t help the thought in the back of my mind about how it had never just been fucking between me and her ex-husband.

“Yeah...I mean...It was amazing...but I’m a little nervous. And he seemed just as scared as I am.”
“How so?”
“Afterwards….he was so quiet. And this morning I had no idea what to do, so I got up and we left pretty early after a sweet goodbye kiss.”
“We?” I raised both brows now.
She smiled with a girly sigh, “Yep. Last night was the first time he met Ness. When I told him I’d have to get a sitter, he insisted I bring him.”

“And?!” I was getting really into her story, especially since I’d been in Jake’s place more than once.
“Passed with flying colors. He’s a natural. To the point that I had to ask, since he doesn’t have any kids. Turns out he has sisters with kids. We spent some time with him and when he went to bed is when we had dinner.”
“Wow.”
“Yeah…” The waiter showed up and took our orders and she waved me off, “Enough about me. How are you? How was the party?”
I couldn’t hide my blush, “It was fun.”
“That good, huh?” She smiled sideways at me, as if to tell me it was okay to tell her.

I squirmed a little and lowered my gaze before raising it again, “Let me put it this way. I brought Erin.”
“Ohhhhh. I see,” Meaghan giggled, putting me a little more at ease. I wasn’t about to tell her about Matt.
“You two still…” My eyes widened a little at her that she was really asking me what I thought she was, “Keeping it casual?”

I froze. Or so I thought. It seemed like a long moment, but based on her reaction, I must’ve recovered in an acceptable amount of time. I cleared my throat, “I think so. The key, for me anyway, is to keep sleeping with others and...well, like this. Not spending too much time together.”
“And that works?”

I shrugged, not sure why I was about to go here, “Yeah. He did see into part of my past life, which I hate.” When she only leaned forward in interest, I continued, “My ex showed up at my apartment. When Zack was there.”

Shock filled her features, “What?! I mean, did he drive all the way there? Fly? How did he even find you?! That’s so creepy!”
“Tell me about it.”
“How did Zack react?” She smirked, like she knew. But he was a dude.
I snorted out a laugh, basically agreeing with what she was implying, “About like you’d expect. I made sure he stayed mostly out of it, though, and told my ex to fuck off.”
“Now that sounds like you.” She laughed dryly, changing the subject, “The guys are starting to call you his girlfriend, ya know.”

My cheeks heated, “Um….well...they’re not...wrong.” Was it time? She’d be okay, right?
Megs’ face held only a little surprise, “Are you...exclusive?”
I had just spelled it out earlier that we weren’t, but I coughed out a laugh at what, to me, was an insane suggestion, “Uh, no. It’s more like a....trust thing. So that we both know we’re going to keep screwing. And that we can...explore more than we can with others.”

Oh, this was so weird. Because it...wasn’t as weird as it should be? Why was I comfortable telling her this?
“I can’t even imagine,” She joked and put up her hands, shaking her head, “Honestly, though…” She got a little more serious, “I’m glad he found someone that, I assume, fulfills all his fantasies. I wasn’t about to do most of that stuff.”

I flushed...proudly, “In your defense...I don’t think most women would.”

Megs smiled approvingly before sliding her hands across the table to grab mine. The look in her eyes chilled my blood. Adrenaline coursed through me and set off all my alarms, “Just be careful, Vi. It’s really easy to fall for him. But he won’t fall back.”

She’d caught me so off guard, and her eyes said so much, that my hands were almost trembling in hers. I eventually, after it was too late, forced myself to squeeze her hands back appreciatively before dropping my gaze, “Thanks...Meaghan. I’m doing my best.”

Thank all the gods that was when our food showed up. We both smiled and shook it off like it had never happened and went on to other topics. I’d never, ever forget the warning look in her doe brown eyes, though.

***

As much as every single part of me wanted to spend the day with Zack, I knew it would be smart to take a day off and maybe see him tomorrow. I was beginning to wonder what to do with my day when I walked into my apartment and my text notification went off:

Are you free tonight by any chance? I fear I might chicken out, dear. --Brian

Wow, they did not mess around. But I sure was game.

Absolutely.

Sundown. I’ll text you the address in a little bit.

So, not their place? Interesting.

An hour later he sent me the address with a tag that just said this: let your imagination run wild.

I swallowed hard. Looking up the address, I almost fell over in my chair. They’d rented out the most expensive Air BnB I think in existence. It was a sprawling mansion. What did they think this was exactly? Suddenly I felt under par.
I’d just have to step up, then. Next I found myself texting Zack.

Apparently I’m sleeping with Brian and Michelle tonight.

Damn, that was fast.

Tell me about it. They rented a huge fuckin’ mansion just for us to have sex in. I’m a little nervous.

You? Nervous? That does sound like Brian, though. Just do what you did to me, baby. Trust me, he’ll love it.

Thanks, Zack.

*

That evening, after doing some chores and having a sensible dinner, I started getting ready. I straightened my hair, made my eyes up extra bedroomy, put on what little of my outfit there was, and finished it off with dark purple lipstick. The look gave me the extra confidence I needed.
Wrapping myself in a trench coat and grabbing an overnight bag, I headed out.

*



I was all nerves by the time I pulled up at this place. Private drive with a code they’d texted me. Very secluded. I parked and found a note on the door.

Up the stairs, end of the hallway on the right. I’ve got a Macallen with your name on it. --Brian

I took a deep breath and conjured up the boldness factor. That Macallen would definitely help. I dropped my overnight bag, and my trench coat, at the bedroom door and pulled out the riding crop I’d used on Zack. I checked myself in a mirror and that’s all I needed. I looked great, and this was going to be so much fucking fun.

Soon after I knocked, it opened. I looked from the glass of scotch offered to me, up into nervous brown pools. We both drank as he closed the door, but our gaze didn’t break. Normally I would sip and savor, as I’m sure he would--but we both downed the drinks and I raked my eyes down his body.




He wore an open, black silk, short robe and black silk boxers. He was currently checking me out as I checked the room out. King size bed, also black. Roaring fireplace. Nice. Wall mounted candles. Perfect.

On the bed lay even more perfection. Michelle was a very good looking woman with a fabulous body, but I had never thought of her in this fashion until now. She was laying on the far side of the bed watching us patiently, in some of the sexiest lingerie I’d ever seen. Maybe I’d get to her later.

I put and hand to Brian’s chest and pushed, urging him towards the bed firmly but slowly, sashaying my hips seductively.

“You are wearing far too much for my liking, Brian. Naked--now.”

Once he was naked, I let my eyes appraise him and took my time.
“Is this what you want, Violet?”

In my crazy tall heels, I was almost as tall as he was and it made circling him all the easier. I pressed up against his back and squeezed his ass. When he turned his head to look at me, I playfully bit at his shoulder and grinned wickedly, “Yes, Brian.” He reached back for me and I grabbed his hand with my free one, “No touching.”

The chocolate eyes fired back and a smirk pulled at his lips. His other hand reached for me in defiance, so I let go of his hand and lightly smacked his growing erection. Syn flinched but then fully hardened with a sharp intake of breath, “Y-yes, Violet.”

I began pacing in front of him, eyeing him lustfully as I played with my riding crop, “Tonight, you’re only allowed to call me ‘V’. You do not make a single move unless I say.” He reached out for me again and I slapped the end of the riding crop across his cheek. Brian held his hand to his face as he looked at me questioningly, his eyes burning, “On your hands and knees on the bed, Brian. Since you insist on disobeying.”

I knew I wouldn’t be half as good as he was at spanking, but I’d do what I could. At least he had a tiny little ass. I spanked him hard once, rubbed over it, and spanked the other cheek. Then I leaned over his back and grabbed a fistful of his hair forcefully, “You going to behave, Bri?” He nodded. We’ll see, I thought, “On your back.”
Now I turned to Michelle, “Cuff him.”

There was a set of handcuffs already hanging from a wooden post that ran across the length of the headboard so they could slide back and forth. I stood up and let Mich cuff her husband’s wrists. When she was done, she returned to her former position several feet away from us on the other side of the bed to watch. Instead of climbing over Brian, I climbed over her, taking her lips in mine.

At first she froze, surprised, but soon melted under my kiss, her lips opening for mine as we deeply kissed one another. I knew this would drive Brian crazy and worked it a little. Grabbing one of her encased breasts, I nipped at her other ear,
“Watch as long as you want, darling. Join whenever you want to, or don’t.”

I left her and straddled Synyster’s thighs. I dragged the tip of the crop over his lips, traced his sharp jawline, down his throat. I snapped it over one of his nipples, then the other, and smiled wide at the beautiful look on his face. His lashes fluttered as he moaned quietly, squirming. Climbing over him, I pulled a little at one breast until a nipple was free and put it near his face--testing him. His puppy brown eyes begged up at me.

“Good boy. Lick and suck as you’d like.”
I let him go for a little while until his teeth bit lightly and I came. Uh, there we go. That's better.

I climbed off the bed, tucked my boob back in, and paced the length of his body. Just when I knew it would be driving him nuts, I flicked the crop and hit his sac dead on. Before he could recover, I smacked his attentive cock and he yelled out, pulling at his restraints.

“V! Oh, jesus…”

I practically jumped on the bed over him, my face close to his as I closed his gaping jaw with the tip of the riding crop. I could still see the defiance in his gaze, intermixed with pathetic glances of begging.

“Give me control, Brian. I want you soft and pliant to my will. I won’t fuck you otherwise. Do you want to get fucked?”



His chocolate gaze was wide, blinking in question, having no idea what he wanted. I knew how to get his clemency, though.
I set the crop aside and grabbed the lube, moving to sit in between his legs. I confidently met his nervous gaze as I took my time, one hand on his thigh after separating his legs wider--the other teasing over his hole. Knowing he’d done some stuff before, I started with two fingers and his quick inhale was perfection itself. He even bit his lip a little and I started to realize exactly what it must do to Zack when I did it. I moved the fingers and he let out a whimper that told me he was mine.

“Let me touch you, V. Please…I want to pleasure you.” Syn begged.

I slowly massaged my digits as I considered it. Then I slowly got to my feet and unlaced my corset, letting it fall to the ground as Brian let out a breathy exhale. Sitting on his chest, I grabbed his chin to remind him I was in control, “You may touch me and lick me until I come.”

Before I was done un-cuffing him, his lips were moving over my lower abdomen, “Thank you, V.”
I sat on his face and the moment his hands were free, they cupped my ass, urging my hips forward to rock my sex against his skilled mouth.
I fought back a moan as I leaned against the wall. His tongue was impossibly long and was doing things that any woman would think were not able to be done by a man. I cradled his head and his hands moved to my breasts, thumbing over my nipples until they were hard as diamonds. When he pinched them both, that’s when he sent me over the edge.

When I scooted down his body to lay on his chest and look into his eyes, the coyly adorable, knowing orbs staring cutely back at me made my loins burn again, “Did I do well, V?” His head cocked slightly to the side as the role he’d decided to play solidified and further encouraged mine.

“Yes, Brian. Very well.” I moved a thumb over his moist lips and in between them, letting him catch it in between his teeth as he continued to stare back at me. His hands behaved, currently resting on my hips as his erection rubbed against my abs.

“Does it hurt, V? You’ll be gentle, right?”

Ohhhh, damn. Gates was playing the virgin and it had the alpha in my blood boiling. His body relaxed as he fully began to comprehend that being submissive didn’t mean giving up power. He now knew he had plenty of power and exactly how to use it.

“Yes.” I moved my fingers over his throat, only squeezing lightly to represent my dominant role, “If you behave, I’ll be very gentle. There will be no touching me while I do anything to you. If you do everything I say, it will feel good. If you disobey, I may have to hurt you. Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

I smirked and leaned over to his ear, softly kissing under it as he made small throaty noises, “That’s a good boy. Now open those legs for me. Tell me what you want, Bri.”

His hands clenched at the covers at his sides, “P-play with my ass more, please. It f-felt nice.”
Fuck, he was too good at this.
I added more lube and entered the two fingers again, scissoring until he was reaching back for his pillow and moaning. Damn. I added a third and he arched off the bed with a quiet oh, fuck.



“Please fuck me, Violet--”

I was over him in a flash, glaring down into his wide, submissive brown eyes as I tightened fingers around his throat. I raised my brows so he would repeat the question correctly. His cheeks flushed beautifully and I smiled wide. That, you couldn’t fake.
“I-I’m sorry...P-please fuck me, V.”

The strap-on they’d brought that was on the other night stand was larger than mine, so I grabbed mine out of my bag and began putting it on. Michelle crawled over and kissed him.

“May I touch him?”

I nodded, very satisfied that she had asked. Her hand wrapped around his cock and stroked slowly as they kissed deeply. His body remained pliant--his hips not arching into her hand and his hands staying where they were. Damn, he was made for this.

I gave them a few moments, lubing myself up as I watched them play, but the second she saw me walking back to them, Michelle scuttled away and left her husband to me. I wanted to take Brian from behind, so I laid on his other side, rolling him onto his side and cuddling up to his back. I soothed a hand over his waist and gave his cock a few tugs before nudging his knee up.

“Now just relax, Brian.”

I grabbed the fake phallus and nudged the head up against Syn’s tight hole and gently pushed until it gave way.
His eyes clenched shut tightly as he let out a high whine. I kissed over his bicep as my hand moved to his chest, holding him still.

“You told me...it wouldn’t hurt, V…”
“Shhh, baby. It doesn’t for long.” I barely moved back and forth, getting him get used to the girth before going any deeper. His whole body had tensed, like I knew it would, so I wrapped my fingers around his waning hard on and started jerking him off.

Brian let out a few ragged breaths as he slowly began to relax. Staring at his angelic face to make sure he was okay, I slid the rest of the way into him.

A high cry exited his lips as his fingers dug deep into the sheets. He stuffed the pillow to his mouth and I looked down in shock just in time to watch his orgasm over take him. His hips shuddered, nudging back against me as he spurt over and over.

It was all so hot I somehow completely lost control. Pulling out way too fast, I shoved him onto his back and separated his thighs. When his hands started batting me away, I fired a look at him.

“I-I’m sorry, V. D-did I do something wrong?” Syn tried to play innocent as he attempted to close his legs and get away from me. When I grabbed his wrists, he continued to resist. Jesus christ, did he have any idea what he was doing to me? Why was that hot?

“Brian--” I seethed through clenched teeth and slapped his cheek. It had just enough behind it to get his attention, just enough to seem real but actually be harmless, “I didn’t tell you to come. I warned you and now I may have to hurt you. If you let me take you in the ass however I want without complaint, that will be your only punishment.”

“Y-yes ma’am.” Brian calmed, the most delicious fake-nervous look in his eyes I’d ever seen. I re-cuffed him since he’d been such a bad boy. The thought set my nerves on fire.

Quickly, I sat back on my knees between his wide open ones and forced myself into him in one deep thrust. Brian melted back against the bed, eyes closing as he took it exactly like he was supposed to.
“Yes--Brian--” I moaned and leaned my head back, holding onto his thighs as I did my best to start a decent rhythm.

What we’d both lost all track of...was Michelle.

I felt the bed dip and a presence behind me.
“I think I get the idea. This show is mine now.” Chelle’s sexy bedroom voice clipped before I felt her hand at my back. Suddenly I was being bent over Syn and I barely had time to brace myself on my hands around his torso. Brian was surprised as I was as he gawked at her from under me. I moaned when I was promptly spanked and all dominance slithered from my hold.

“Teacher becomes the student, Vi. Now take it nicely.”

Her strap on spread me open, sliding all the way in and making me choke on a breath. It was Matt-sized and the second she was bottoming out, I was coming hard.

“Holy fucking christ, Mich--” Brian started out with a breathy moan until she shushed him. She started to fuck me and I started to cry...in bliss. When I moaned her name, it earned me a slap to my boob, right across my nipple.

“That’s enough, out of either of you. Fuck my husband while I fuck you, Vi. We mustn’t ignore his needs. This is all about him after all.” I could hear the sneer in her voice, “I can see why you like this so much, Brian. She feels divine. So wet...smooth...wants it bad. Ha! Violet wants my cock and my husband’s. Who knew. Well go on then.”

I forced myself to start my rhythm again--my concentration laying in shards around me. She didn’t move at first, my thrust forward into and out of Brian sending me back and forth on her phallus. I couldn’t help but come again, now a pathetic mess of moans and cries. Syn was in the same predicament, clearly overloaded by the scene in front of him and being fucked at the same time. His angry, red cock laid ignored against his abdomen, weeping for attention that I couldn’t gather to give it.

When Michelle broke and started fucking me again, spanking me repeatedly in the process, I went harder into poor Brian. Chelle held onto my hips as we all moved together and leaned over me, “Good girl, Violet. Just like that.”
I leaned back into her and she rewarded me by cupping my breast and massaging firmly but not too hard.
“You like that, little one?”
“Yes,” I moaned.

Our rhythm was like a symphony orchestra. So many things going on at once that seemed to mold perfectly together. It was like its own high. I was completely lost in it and could only hope they felt it too. Michelle tugged on my nipple and I yelped into another around her thick shaft.

“Girls, for the love of fuck…” Gates' voice cracked as he squirmed and adjusted beautifully under me--lips pulled back from his teeth in continuous whines and groans. I pulled myself together enough to press my lips to his, wanting to kiss him one last time before we all ignited together. He kissed me back, biting on my lower lip before I pulled away. My gaze drowned in his pupil-blown desperate mocha pools.
“Pull...your knees up...it’ll...help you come…” I wanted to help, I really did--to stroke that beautiful cock until he was exploding everywhere--but everything I had was being put into being fucked and fucking him at the same time, my arms trembling.

When he followed my advice, my jaw dropped a little as he absolutely unraveled. I’d clearly found his heaven, so I made sure I thrust in exactly the same spot. Brian’s groans turned into louder moans and cries that escalated as he arched off the bed.



“Yes--” I felt my own start when his did and my whole body tightened as he ejaculated onto his own stomach and chest. I gathered what strength I could and shifted onto one hand so my other could stroke him through it. His body convulsed as his orgasm kept going. Brian’s cries were music to my ears and as I slowed my hips, I shuddered in the last remains of my own apex.

Nearly shaking from being so spent, I reached over Syn to un-cuff him. Michelle pulled out and I could hear her unbuckling her toy. Despite the ickyness all over Brian, I collapsed onto him--unable to keep myself up any longer. Gates chuckled lightly and stroked my hair and my back.
“Know exactly how you feel…” He mumbled.
When I opened my eyes, I found what Syn seemed to be staring at. Michelle stood beside the bed, hands on hips, an impatient look on her face. I was absolutely clueless, my brain foggy and useless.

Brian lifted my chin so I could look at him, “Just lie back on the bed and let her ride you. I’d love to watch.”
He wanted me to move right now? That did sound like fun, though…

I gently pulled out as Syn forced himself to breathe. When I toppled onto my back, Brian ripped open a condom and slid it on my fake appendage--Michelle climbing over me as he did so.
Her former dominatrix attitude was over, a sexy as fuck look in her eyes when they locked with mine. She smiled nicely and kissed me as she sank down my shaft.

I laid there helplessly as she fucked herself with wild abandon. The twin rode hard until she came and then turned around. Damn. When she started riding me again, I dug my heels into the mattress, crying a little in lust when she worked it really hard--her own hands all over her body and mine. She was so sexy I slicked up a finger in my mouth and slid it into her ass, biting my own lip when it made her come.
“Fucking hell--” I shoved up into her and came again myself, melting into the sheets after.

Brian scooted my way and nibbled at my neck, letting me know how hot that had been. Michelle grinned as she agreed, unstrapping me. While she went off to the bathroom, Brian’s tongue found its way into my mouth. As we kissed, I felt a warm wash cloth move over my body as she cleaned us both off.

Syn put his hands behind his head as she rubbed over his chest. They made cute pillow talk at one another, blushing and smiling and kissing way too adorably. She took her own boots and clothes off, insisting on taking off my boots when she was done. I couldn’t help but feel adored when she got me a glass of water, told me to do whatever I needed to in the bathroom so we could go to bed together.

“Really?”
“Yes, honey.” Michelle kissed my cheek, “That was absolutely everything I had hoped it would be. The least we could do is buy you breakfast.” She joked with a wink, “You’re in no shape to drive anyway.”
That was the truth.

When I climbed into bed a few minutes later in a nighty I had brought just in case, the couple cuddled up with me in between them--making sure I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

****

Notes

melt. down. the fucking. wall. FUCK ME. wow. Ya know...if I do say so myself, teehee.

Vi, this is a Zacky story....oh, right....

Not that any of you minded the sideroad into Gates territory (literally into his territory, gaha.)

Please comment and tell me what you think! And vote please! Thanks!!!