Katie 2 (Desires #5)

4. Chapter 4

Chapter four

W e get Chinese take-out on the way home, and Carter spoils me, as if I’ve done something good, by getting me cream cheese Rangoons before I can ask. I give him a warm smile, and he strokes through my hair before tugging it back when we get to the window.

“I bet the man taking Brad’s card right now is staring at your hard nipples. They’re poking right through that little leotard. Does having your hair pulled make you that horny?” he growls in my ear, all low and breathy, the same voice he uses when he’s inside me.

Brad’s hand slides along the inside of my thigh and stops when he feels the wetness there. “I should’ve been there today.”

I whimper, sure that the person at the window is going to say something, but our food is passed over and put on my lap. It nearly burns my thighs, but Carter holds me in place.

“I think she can handle having her hair pulled harder than that,” Brad teases.

Carter obeys, and I whimper.

I know if I truly want them to stop, they’ll stop. But I never do. Even though my stomach is rolling. It’s just the fear of someone seeing and saying something. That’s all.

“I know you had her in class,” Brad growls as he drives right into a parking spot. “Which mean she’s mine right now.”

He adjusts me, lifting me onto his lap, jerking his pants down just far enough to free his cock, and rubbing the head against my entrance.

He thrusts into me and groans. “You look perfect freshly fucked, little slut, but you’re best when I’m inside you and you can’t hide how good you feel.”

“Yes,” I moan.

He jerks his hips up as I try to bounce with him. But as his grip on my hips tightens almost painfully, my movement comes to a stop. He fucks me hard and fast, holding me down so all I can do is take it. Brad is never gentle. He swats my ass hard, ordering me to ride his cock even though his hand on my hip is holding me in place.

“Show me you want me, little slut. Take me the way you need, let’s go,” Brad orders sharply with another hard swat to my ass.

I whimper with a roll of my hips since that’s all I can do, riding him as he pounds into me at a pace that leaves me breathless and totally unable to speak. All I can do is feel him, use him, savor every sharp, intense thrust.

Carter nods. “That’s right, take it.”

Carter reaches forward and jerks my hair back, exposing my throat to Brad who’s more than happy to lay his claim by leaving a hickey and a bitemark on my neck.

“So fucking delicious,” Brad snarls as his fingers dig into my ass.

The whole car shakes from how hard he is with me, over and over while I fight the pleasure that’s curling my toes. I let out sobbing moans, but I know Brad’s not there, not yet.

“Talk to me. Tell me how good it feels. Tell me who owns this pussy,” Brad orders.

“You!” I yell. “It’s yours. I’m yours. Please, please,” I beg.

“What do you want? I need to hear it. Use your words,” Brad growls.

He swats my ass again, so hard I’m sure it’ll bruise, but I can’t make myself care. I need him exactly as he is, never gentle, always testing my limits. “I need you. I need you to make me come!” I shudder as I’m getting closer and closer to my orgasm. I whimper. “Please!”

“Not yet, you don’t. You’re going to earn it,” Brad snarls.

Carter looks me over and licks his lips. “If this car were bigger…”

“She’s all mine to enjoy,” Brad snarls as he jackhammers into me, making my eyes roll back.

“Please, please, Brad. You’re so good. I’m so close. Please,” I cry, tears pricking my eyes as Carter tugs my hair again.

“Hold it,” Brad answers sharply as he increases the pace, losing his rhythm while my pussy tightens around his pumping cock.

“Fuck, you should be naked,” Carter groans. “I should be behind you, fucking your tight little ass until you remember exactly who you belong to. Until you can’t think about anyone but us. So tight and hot and wet. All ours. Our perfect doll.”

The sound of skin on skin echoes as Brad slams into me until he’s groaning and panting. “Fuck, come, Katie. Come now or not at all.”

His fingers brush my back door, and that’s all I need. The little bit of pressure alongside Carter’s words pushes me over the edge and I come hard.

I try and fail to bury my face in Brad’s neck. I’m sure anyone in the parking lot can hear me as I chant Brad’s name, but I don’t care. I can’t care. All that exists are Brad and Carter.

I feel twice as exposed when Brad comes in me, my head jerked back until my crown touches the steering wheel, my back arched so no one would be able to question whether we’re fucking. It’s just that obvious.

“Such a good girl,” Carter praises.

“Now you’re properly filled,” Brad says before swatting my ass. “Take your seat so we can get home and eat, sweet slut.”

When we get home, I search around for Henry, but he’s nowhere to be seen.

With a sigh, I head back to the dining room where Carter has set up the Chinese. He knows more than me as he didn’t put a plate down for Henry.

“How were classes today?” Brad asks as we take our seats and dive in.

I take my time with my orange chicken, waiting for my stomach to settle a bit. Once it does, I happily take a bite and nod. “They’re good, really good. I wish one of my professors would do more than read from the textbook.”

“That just means he doesn’t know the material.” Carter snorts. “If he knew what he was talking about, he’d be able to actually teach instead of narrate.”

Brad glances from me to Carter. I can’t help but wonder if he feels left out now that he can’t linger around my classes.

I lick over my bottom lip and glance between my two boyfriends. How has this gotten so… easy?

“Katie?” Brad asks.

“Yes?” I ask.

“Are you happy with school? If you’re spending money and it’s not doing more than reading textbooks could, maybe we should think about things,” Brad says with utter calm.

I smile at him. “I need the diploma to work. It’s just like three and a half more months and then I’ll have it,” I say brightly.

Brad nods and rubs over my inner thigh again before filling his mouth.

“Who was that guy in class? Carter asks, and Brad’s gaze cuts over to me with the threat of violence in his gaze. We stare at one another, and I clear my throat after I swallow.

“I don’t know. He tried to say that people only listen to you because you’re attractive, and I disagreed. We got to talking about our majors, and he invited me to lunch to try and ‘convert me’ to sociology,” I say while rolling my eyes. “As if I’m going to change my mind in my last semester.”

The guys exchange a long look that I still haven’t learned how to read, but at the same time, I know there’s some plotting going on. I point my fork at both of them. “I’m not interested in him. It doesn’t matter if he’s interested in me.”

“It does if he’s asking you out,” Carter says.

“You’re our little slut, not the world’s,” Brad snarls. “Maybe I need to make that clear. You know I don’t care about being in public. I could get away with plenty.”

“Indecency laws exist,” Carter reminds him.

“Like I said, I can get away with plenty. I won’t break the laws. I’ll just make it really clear that Katie doesn’t need another man in her life. She’s full,” Brad argues.

And they make sure I’m full of them plenty. I’ve lost count of the ways they’ve used me, with and without Henry. My ass, my pussy, my mouth. None of those holes belong to me anymore. Not when I’m living with Carter and Brad. They remind me that my pussy is theirs, my ass is theirs, my mouth, my tits. They own me in the very best way, and I don’t care how twisted it is. They just make me feel so damn good.

Carter shares another look with Brad, this one not as hot, not as demanding. It’s cautious. I don’t like that look. That one I know.

Brad turns to look at me, opens his mouth, and I stretch to cover his lips with my hand. “We’re not talking about her.”

They keep checking with me to see if I’ve heard anything from Mom. The guys are dirty, demanding, and drive me insane, but they’re good to me where and when it matters. I’ve felt guilty about ruining our family plenty, and they never let that guilt sit for long without challenging it.

But now I’ve accepted that I didn’t ruin things, that Henry and Mom’s relationship was already heading in that direction, that they weren’t intimate for a long time, that I didn’t force my stepbrothers or stepdad to do anything. I just existed… and accepted it, and enjoyed it, and they’ve started with questions.

Have I talked to my mom?

Have I heard from her at all?

Am I okay?

I love how worried they are, but hearing the same questions and giving the same answers make me feel worse. I should know what’s going on with my mother, but after her request to stop calling and texting, I haven’t heard anything at all.

I push my food away.

“Don’t do that, Katie. You need to eat,” Carter insists.

“Or else.” Brad glowers at me.

I take another few bites, but my appetite is gone. It disappears every time they remind me of the state our family is in. I glance around. “Where’s Henry?”

“Don’t you mean ‘Daddy’, little slut? You know how he feels about your using his name,” Brad reminds me, pushing my food toward me again. “If you want a cream cheese Rangoon, eat.”

“I’m…” I do want one, but I don’t want to keep talking. “I’m exhausted. I need to get a shower and get started on homework.”

I walk away and hear Carter sigh. “How did you put up with her constantly being busy last semester?”

“By distracting her thoroughly. She’s smarter than she gives herself credit for, but she never let me distract her from an essay… unless she was ahead of schedule,” Brad says around his food.

“Oh, I didn’t know she had the power to stop you.” Carter chuckles. “Losing your touch?”

“She’s working hard. I have limits.”

They give each other shit as I get through my shower. I work on homework, then lie in my bed alone. One plus of having Brad stay with me was never being alone in bed. I roll over. My bed isn’t huge, but there’s too much space.

I almost go out to see if one of them will join me in bed, but I have class in the morning and I’m worried about Henry. Then again, they could fuck all those worries away.

Maybe both of them?

I did my homework. I deserve a reward.

Still, my body is so heavy and I’m so exhausted. I change into the pink lingerie I got for Daddy on Christmas since I haven’t gotten a chance to share it with him. Hopefully, he’ll like the view and get to enjoy himself.

I love waking up to his cum leaking out of me and the knowledge that he didn’t want to wait until I was awake to have me.

They’ve definitely made me as kinky and wild as they are, and it hardly took any time at all for them to make me theirs. It’s a pleasant enough thought to fall asleep to, so I close my eyes, get comfortable on my side, and start planning tomorrow until sleep weighs heavily on me.