“Can’t your boys fuck and have a conversation at the same time? That’s a pity. I like to tell woman what I’m going to do to them so I can feel their pussy clench around my dick in anticipation. Relax so I can get my fingers in your ass,” he murmured, moving back and pulling his soaked fingers from my pussy, prodding them against my ass until he had two pumping in an out of me.
It didn’t matter how many times I let guys near my ass, I was never going to relax when I knew something was about to go in there.
He added a third finger after a moment, stretching me to how he wanted, before withdrawing them to tip lube down my crack and push his dick inside with a little force.
He gave me a second to adjust to the intrusion, before he pulled back and thrust into me hard, making me gasp.
He wrapped my hair around his fist again, not taking it easy on me in the slightest.
My body burned for him, and I was surprised when he managed to make me come again like that.
I choked as he leaned over my back and wrapped a hand around my throat tightly, his hot breath tickling my neck.
“You wanna ride me, princess? I want you slamming that wet pussy up and down on my dick. How about if I like how you ride me, I give you a little break while I eat your pussy?” He offered, grinning against my neck as I moaned a yes.
There was something about bad boys that turned you into a filthy whore.
He slapped my ass cheek hard, my skin burning at the contact as he did it again in the same spot.
He hadn’t been joking.
My ass was going to be bruised by the morning.
He pulled out of my body, sitting back against the headboard and patting his thigh.
“C’mon, show me how bad you want my come.”
I’d never become immune to dirty talk.
I straddled him, riding him slow for a moment to get a good rhythm going.
He held the back of my neck firmly, keeping his eyes on mine in silence before tugging me closer to kiss me.
It was raw and dirty, his tongue sliding along mine roughly as I picked up the pace with my hips.
His hands grabbed my butt cheeks and squeezed hard as he tugged me forward in his lap, directing me how he wanted me until I was bouncing quickly on his dick and his fist went to my hair again.
His other hand wrapped around my throat as he let me do all the work, his eyes blazing with lust as he squeezed tighter and grunted.
“You want me to fill your pussy with my come?”
“Give it to me,” I begged, slamming down hard a few more times until his hand relaxed on my throat and he ground up into me with a groan, his head falling back against the headboard.
I slowed, his dick throbbing inside me as he grabbed my hips to halt my movements.
His eyes met mine and his lips kicked up into a smirk.
“Now we have the warmup out of the way, get ready for round one.”
Oh, fuck.
Skeeter
“What the fuck!” Caden roared from inside the house, instantly putting me on alert.
Something was wrong, and he sounded worried in amongst the anger.
The others and I quickly walked inside to find Caden in the kitchen, fisting his hair angrily as his eyes darted around the room in disbelief.
Tyler moved up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder with confusion.
“What’s wrong?”
“She’s fucking gone! She was literally...”
We all heard the Corvette start, two seconds before it took off down the street, causing Caden to choke on his words. “She fucking ran off on me!”
Tyler cringed. “Don’t take it to heart, bro. She’s tripping out of her brain. I didn’t think she was that high, though.”
I ground my teeth together, narrowing my eyes on him.
“Yeah, about that. What the fuck was she on? I’ve never seen someone fucking hallucinate like that on cocaine.”
“She’s been weird since she showed up. She called me and said she’d gotten high earlier in the night and was still wide awake, so she wanted to come over. I didn’t give her shit, and I have no idea where she even got drugs from if you didn’t give it to her,” Tyler replied, but Lukas spoke softly, his voice pained.
“If she’s hallucinating, should we get her admitted to the hospital or something? She could really hurt herself.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose with annoyance, knowing that wasn’t an option.
They’d be likely to lock her back up, as well as bring our crews down in the process.
Rory was a Bloody Psycho now, so she had to be treated like the rest of us.
Shitty home-job medical care and handling her own shit without the law.
“Let’s just start looking for her, okay? We’ll figure the rest out tomorrow. I’ll check the shed, you guys check out the usual hang outs like the diner, alright? Call me if you fucking find her,” I instructed, trying to rack my brain for an idea on where she’d gotten hold of the drugs in the first place.
She always got them from me, and she wasn’t stupid enough to buy them from a corner dealer that she didn’t know, surely.
I pulled my tracking app up on my phone, scowling when her icon claimed she was still at Tyler’s.
I couldn’t track her if she’d left her phone behind.
Caden and Tyler darted off together without hesitation, the Challenger’s tires screaming out of the driveway within seconds.
Jensen and Lukas hung back, Lukas needing a minute to get his shit together.
He was way too fucking soft to have a woman like Rory in his bed.
Jensen surprised me slightly as he gently wrapped his fingers around Lukas’s throat, tugging him close and speaking in a low commanding voice.
“I know you’re worried, but hold yourself together. We need to go and find her and you’re no use to her if you sit here and melt down. Find your balls, and let’s go.”
I held back a smirk as Lukas nodded without argument, a groan leaving him as Jensen tightened his hold around Lukas’s throat as he pulled him closer, giving him a rough kiss.
I didn’t understand how they could hang off each other like that before, but I could totally see it now.
The fuckers had the love bug.
As if Lukas felt my gaze on them, he flicked his eyes over to me and scowled as Jensen let him go.
“What?”
“You guys are all cute and mushy, gross,” I joked, confusion flashing in his almond eyes.
“You’re cool with it?”
I snorted, raising an eyebrow at him while holding his gaze.
“I don’t give a shit who you’re fucking, as long as it’s not me. Grow some balls and just come out of the closet. Jensen would totally love to show you off and shower you with purses and poodles.”
Jensen cracked a grin, his eyes filling with amusement.
“Nuh uh. I shower my man with pancakes and blow jobs.”
I knew he said that just to stir me up, but it damn well worked.
I scrunched my nose up, flipping him off with annoyance.
“Asshole. That’s not an image I wanted in my fucking head. Let’s go find our girl before she crashes her car into a fucking unicorn or something.”
Lukas flipped me off right back, stalking off to Jensen’s Camaro without another word. Jensen chuckled, giving me a sly wink.
“Thanks, Skeet. I fucking love angry sex.”