Chapter 8 #2
He keeps walking, and I struggle to keep up. This low buzz of energy flows through me at his rushing to get me alone. No one is in this part of the house as he takes me down to a lower level.
“Where are we going?” I whisper, afraid to get in trouble for being somewhere we shouldn’t.
“Out, without causing a scene.” His other hand holds his phone and he thumbs a message to someone. “Text Mia. Tell her you’re catching a ride.”
I think of what she told me earlier about fucking someone as revenge. Maybe it’s somewhat revenge, but I’m definitely all in on these guys. I fire off a text, and she sends me a devil emoji. She has no idea.
When we finally pass through an exterior door, their motorcycles are parked here. Hawk gives me his jacket to put on.
“She rides with me tonight.” Damon’s voice sends shivers through me.
I turn to watch them approach. Sparks dance through my system.
Cam sweeps me into his arms and kisses me thoroughly. “Please tell me you have that lipstick with you, goody.”
“I do.” Mia gave me the tube to keep in case I needed to reapply.
He smirks. “I’m going to need you to freshen it often for me.”
I arch an eyebrow, but Hawk puts my helmet on.
Damon’s already straddling his bike, and I climb on behind him and slide close so my lacy-covered pussy is against his denim ass, squeezing my thighs on the outside of his. His motorcycle rumbles beneath us as he pulls out from behind the house.
“Want a taste of our darkness, little devil?”
I rest my head against Damon’s back and just enjoy the feeling of being close to him. Anticipation buzzes through me. “Are you going to spank me?”
Cam chuckles.
Hawk’s voice comes through the Bluetooth. “No, baby girl. We’re saving that for something special.”
“So what do you want to do to me?” I ask, noticing we’re not heading toward the houses.
“Are you afraid of the woods, goody?” Cam’s voice sends shivers through me.
“Is it too soon?” Hawk’s voice is low and concerned.
I consider last night. It wasn’t the woods I was afraid of. “I’m not afraid of the woods, but I don’t want to be left in them again.”
“No one’s leaving you, baby girl.”
I trust them not to. My insides warm. They may not be boyfriend material, but I trust what they say and that they’ll take care of me if something goes wrong.
The bikes hit the town limit and burst with speed as we hit the highway.
We go about five minutes down some country roads and pull off into a different parking space than the one Chase took me to.
This one doesn’t have lights, and the pavement is cracked with grass growing between it.
Abandoned. It would make a great apocalyptic film background.
After they park, the others get off the bikes, so I follow. Damon helps me take my helmet off.
“Can you see in there?” Damon asks, gesturing to the forest.
I turn to look into the trees. There’s enough moonlight to make it shadowy.
“Yes.” Unease and tension wind inside me. “What’s the plan?”
Damon grabs my hair and tips my head back, making me gasp as his lips claim mine. His hand slides up my side under the crop top to squeeze my breast. Leaning into his touch, I whimper into his mouth as awareness explodes through me.
“We’re going to give you a head start.” He rests his forehead on mine. “If we catch you, we’re going to fuck your mouth, little devil.”
My cheeks heat as I look at the others. It’s dark and with how wet my panties are, it might be the perfect time to push through one of the boundaries. Plus, I won’t have to choose who goes first and it’s dark. So hopefully less noticeable.
I want them all to fuck me. I’m ready.
When I turn back to Damon, I raise up on my toes to get near his ear. “Only my mouth?”
“Yes.” His hand tightens in my hair, pulling slightly. He releases a low growl that makes my pussy ache. Our bodies are pressed tight against each other.
I wet my lips next to his ear. “Ask me again.”
I drop back down and look into his eyes.
They narrow on me before widening. He grabs the back of my neck. “Can I fuck you, little devil?”
My breath catches. “If you can catch me.”
His mouth crashes down on mine. His hand slides under my skirt and grabs my panties. My heart pounds at my decision.
Against my mouth, he says, “Are you sure, Evan?”
“Yes.”
A rip breaks into the quiet night, and I gasp at the touch of pain as Damon rips my panties from my body. Damon slides the remnants in his pocket.
My insides are burning with need.
“You wet for us, little devil?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. His hand cups my pussy and presses a finger inside, sliding in easily. I bite back my moan. “You want our cum inside you?”
I hum my answer, barely able to think. I’m wound so tight.
“You get a safe word this time, baby girl.” Hawk closes in on my back. “If something is wrong or you get hurt, call out red. Like a stop sign. Do you understand?”
I nod.
Hawk slides his hand along my thigh and when Damon removes his finger, Hawk slides his deep inside me. I gasp as he fucks me with his finger. Damon circles my clit as I lean back against Hawk to watch Damon’s eyes in the dark. I can’t see the color, but the need for me is so fucking obvious.
I want to fuck them all tonight.
Cam’s hand slides over my breast and teases my nipple into a hard peak. “We need you soaking wet for us, goody.”
I gasp in Damon’s breath as his mouth covers mine. Their hands work me as I cling to Damon’s shirt.
I cry out into Damon’s mouth as my release gushes around Hawk’s fingers, leaving my thighs wet. They all withdraw as I’m catching my breath.
I look up into Damon’s eyes. He sucks his finger in his mouth, and his grin is almost feral.
“Ten... Nine... Eight...”
I pull away from him and stagger off on weak knees into the woods. Adrenaline pumps through my system as I hurry away from them and the numbers keep counting down. Yelling wait won’t stop them. For a moment, real fear creeps through my system. Did I really give them permission to fuck me like this?
In the woods, after they catch me? Am I supposed to struggle? Try to get away?
My pussy throbs. I don’t hate the idea.
My heart races and I’m almost dizzy trying to figure out where to hide. It seemed logical. I don’t have to decide who goes first. Someone will catch me and fuck me, and it will be done. I won’t be a virgin anymore.
No need to think more about it.
It doesn’t always hurt the first time. I’m sure I read that somewhere. Besides, anything could break a hymen. Even a finger fuck.
“Two.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. My pulse catapults. I duck behind a tree, trying to catch my breath.
The wind cools the wetness between my legs.
Any number of things can stretch or tear a hymen.
I doubt there’s much there at this point as often as the guys have had their fingers between my legs.
A fresh wave of arousal flows through me.
“One.” Branches crack as they enter the woods. They aren’t rushing, which is almost more terrifying. Because the closer they get, the more the urge to run presses on me. As soon as I move, they’ll know where I am. My heartbeat is loud in my ears.
It’s possible they’ll decide to fuck my mouth. Just because I gave them permission doesn’t mean they’ll slam into me at the first opportunity. And it’s not like they’ll come at me all at once. Right?
Fuck.
I could yell the safe word. Red. It would stop them, but I don’t want to stop. Even though my heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest, I want this. Honestly, I want to be out of my head. I don’t want to worry about two weeks from now when the decision is finally taken out of my hands.
Maybe they’ll find out I’m a virgin or maybe they won’t even notice. I’ve read that guys can’t really tell. But I’ll know it’s gone. Finally.
A branch cracks to my left, and I cover my mouth to stop from screaming. It’s darker in the woods than it appeared from the road. The canopy provides cover and instead of the guys I know, all I see are shadows shifting through the night.
A crack directly behind me makes me bolt. I can’t handle it. It doesn’t matter that I’m giving away my position, I need to run. Footsteps fall after mine. I’m not going to outrun him. I can’t outrun any of them, but I can try.
Arms wrap around me, and we go falling toward the ground. Holding in my shriek, I brace for impact, but he turns us so I fall on him. His chest and arms are bare. I scramble to get off him, to get away, but he comes with me and I’m kneeling on the dirt with him behind me.
His hands grab my hips and fear chases through me. The word red lingers on my tongue, but then a warm mouth is on my pussy. My body melts, programmed to ache for their tongues on any part of my body. My fingers dig into the leaves on the ground.
When he sucks on my clit, I forget to run. I forget what I’ve offered. The heat curls inside me and I open my legs for him. The flood gates open and I shatter.
A belt clinks and a zipper unzips as my release chases through me. It registers somewhere in my mind as I try to come back down. Something much bigger than a finger thrusts into my pussy, ripping me open. I scream at the pain.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Oh fuck, it burns. Fuck. Every inch of me is clenched around him.
He’s huge, and it feels like he’s tearing me to pieces, like I’m way too small for something that big, but he’s not moving.
“Are you okay?”
Damon. I pant through the pain. Tears flow down my cheeks. Lies. It was all lies. Fuck, this hurts.
“What’s wrong?” His body covers me, but he’s still inside me and my pussy is throbbing, but not necessarily in a good way. “Talk to me, little devil.”
He brushes my hair away from my face and feels the wetness of my tears. He begins to withdraw.
“Ow, ow, nope.” I grab his hip to hold him still. “It’ll pass.”
Fuck, I hope it does. Unless that’s a lie too. I whimper. Maybe if we just stay like this for a while. If he never moves again.
“What will pass?” Damon’s voice is suspicious, but he can’t see anything in this darkness either.
“What the fuck is happening?” Hawk.
“I just need a moment,” I whisper.
“Fuck, goody. Please tell me you’re not a virgin.” Cam sounds stressed.
“What?” Damon says.
I laugh a little. “Not anymore.”
“You didn’t think to mention that, little devil?” Damon rocks his hips gently and presses his fingers, slick with something, on my clit.
The pain is receding as pleasure rolls through me. His fingers are working some sort of magic. My core tightens around him inside me, and I release a little moan. That didn’t feel so bad.
“You thought I was a whore.” I blow out a breath. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
Damon’s head rests against the center of my back. “Fuck.”
My hips begin to rock with his fingers, and the pain is mostly gone. He begins to draw out, and I panic.
“No, it’s feeling better, please.”
He slowly eases back in. “I’m not saying I would have fucked you on a bed of roses for your first time, little devil, but I probably wouldn’t have thrust in so deep on the first go.”
He does it again, pulling out and sliding back in, while his finger rubs my clit in tiny circles. My insides hum with pleasure.
“I don’t like roses. They’re too garish.” My words are breathy.
His fingers are working their magic, and I grow wetter as he drags his cock along my walls. “You’re so fucking tight. Fuck. Come for me, little devil. Come on my cock so I can come so deep in your cunt you’ll never get me out.”
My fingers dig into the leaves as he moves a little faster, snapping his hips into mine. I can’t focus on anything but his finger on my clit and his cock thrusting inside me. Oh, fuck, why did I wait?
Catching my breath, I tumble over the edge. My pussy milks his cock as he thrusts a couple more times. One final thrust and I can feel the pulse of his cum through his cock as he pumps it into me. This is the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
For a moment, we stay connected, breathing deep to slow our hearts. When he pulls out, Hawk lifts me into his arms. I bury my head into his neck, knowing I’ll have to face all three of them in the light.
So much for them not noticing.