Ten starts pressing a finger inside me against Bridger’s dick. Then it’s two. Soon, when it’s three, he replaces his fingers with his length and the tightness has pain shooting up my thighs.
I whimper, not wanting him to stop but realizing the pain is overwhelming. “You okay, baby?” he asks, and I nod quickly. “Relax for me.”
When I can’t force it, Bridger reaches for my clit, flicking the swollen flesh with purpose. I moan and relax around Ten’s intrusion. Once he’s seated and I’m stretched, he rocks into me.
Bridger allows Ten to move while he focuses on making me come again. “Fuck, I didn’t think I’d enjoy this so much,” Bridger grunts, closing his eyes. His expression is a mix of pleasure and pain and it only turns me on more.
“Better fuck faster, Tennison, I want your ass,” Jordan taunts from behind me.
“Let’s move to the side of Corpse so she can watch me fuck you,” Lux suggests. Ten thrusts into me, my hips and legs burning in the best way.
Lux, as promised, is laying to my right. “Sit on my lap like Colt is,” he directs Jordan. I feel my insides clench as I watch Jordan lower himself onto Lux.
I feel my orgasm build as he rides him in the most aggressive yet smooth way. He moans as Lux grips his hips and I groan in response to all the bodies at work. Jordan reaches over to me, taking my mouth as both cocks inside me move together, chasing their happy endings.
The sensation of my orgasm cresting has me screeching and I hear both Ten and Bridger grunting their releases, filling me up as I ride out my own high.
Ten pulls out of me as soon as he’s done, and I watch with the most oversensitized jelly bones as he also sits on Lux’s lap, bending perfectly so Jordan can stretch him and get fucked by Lux at the same time.
It’s such a beautiful symphony that my body hums to the point of exhaustion. “Want my cock, Tennison?” Jordan taunts.
Ten nods frantically, his ass waiting for more of Jordan’s fingers. Lux grips Ten’s throat, the animalistic way he does it takes my breath away.
Their mouths collide and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Bridger pulls me off of him, bringing me to his side. “Want more, Starless?”
I shake my head, feeling spent, but enjoying the view nonetheless. Lux hisses his release, filling Jordan. Then Jordan adjusts to where he’s entering Ten, while Lux and Ten ravenously kiss. The sight is purely primal. I’ve never expected this much sex or adrenaline while watching it.
I’ve seen my fair share of porn and nothing compares to this moment. Hell, I didn’t realize seeing four guys I’m in love with would make me hotter than being fucked by them all. I guess that’s the thing about love… it surprises you.
Bridger rubs circles into me while the three of them grunt and groan, growling comes right before my eyes drift shut.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ross
“Where?” Justice asks, cradling the phone to his face while he pulls on a pair of jeans. I’m supposed to be asleep, but I’m not. This hotel isn’t the most comfortable, and missing Colt and the others overwhelms me. “Yeah, we’ll be there. No funny business, I have a gun.”
Wherever Pru is, I can’t hear or see him, but I really want to know who Justice is talking to. With a sister like his, there’s not an ounce of trust. Hell, even with Roderick as a father… I couldn’t imagine giving him that much faith.
We may have all grown up together, shared memories, and love the same girl, but things change.
“Pru, we need to drive about three more hours south.” Wanting to see Pru but unwilling to be noticed, I breathe, closing my eyes, hoping they continue to speak.
“Why?” he questions, his voice groggy and indecipherable.
“Bridger wants to meet, but I have to let him know first.”
I can hear scuffling of items, but I don’t dare open my eyes. “Don’t get us killed,” Pru hisses. “Colt is already in danger as it is, if you fuck with the situation more, she might be killed like Cass.”
“You’d fucking know with your big-ass mouth,” Justice barks. “If not for you getting wasted the night before, maybe he’d be alive. Ever think of that?”
I hear more movement, but it sounds like they’re fighting. “Fuck you, Just. It’s not my fault we’d flown to Arcadia just to find out Colt was with the others.”
“Jealousy gets you nowhere,” Justice argues. “We’ve known from the beginning that to win her, we’d have to fight dirty.”
“Killing people isn’t fighting dirty, Just. It’s fucked up.”
“Says you, it’s not me who likes the job of disposal. It’s you. Now, shut the fuck up and let’s get ready. They can’t know our involvement with her death.” Who, Rimbaur? Yang? Someone else?
“You ever going to stop bending over and taking it up the ass from dad?” Pru hisses. “We wouldn’t be in this mess if not for your inane need to please him.”
Someone stumbles and lands on me, and while I wanted to avoid waking up, I don’t have a choice. Acting surprised, I jostle, startling them both. You’d think they’d expect it after falling on me.
Pru slowly rises, his face full of fury, while Just’s matches almost equally. “Who pissed in your coffee?” I mutter groggily, laying on the rasp.
With both his hands, Pru wipes off his shirt as if it’s dusty, and I scratch my head. When we were younger, his anxiety was insane. There were times he’d get dirt or mud on his hands or clothes and he’d spend hours upon hours washing them until his skin broke and bled.
I’d thought that would have lessened with age, but seeing the way he stares at his shirt makes me wonder if that’s at all true.
“We’re leaving,” Just barks, tossing a shirt at me. I sniff it out of habit and his eyes narrow. It smells like him. Asshole personified with a hint of spice.
“Such a freak,” he mutters. “Going to jerk off to it next?”
I chuckle, giving him my most condescending tone. “Why, do you want to watch?” His face falls for a moment before he masks his surprise. I wish people would stop underestimating my humor. Quips are easy to make when you’re dead inside.
“Where are we going?” Playing the just woken person, I pull on the shirt and rub a hand through my hair, snagging on a couple curls. He eyes me and the expression pinching his face is nearly indecipherable.
“Get ready and shut the fuck up.”
I smirk, knowing my comeback immediately. “Shove a dick in my mouth and it’ll silence me for hours,” I taunt. Again, he’s taken aback but at least Pru chuckles. I head toward the bathroom, taking a piss before gargling with water. My mouth feels like a dumpster fire, it’s gross and unhygienic. Not brushing my teeth has to be one of the top worst moments of my existence.