Chapter 9
EvanAnn
Warmth settles throughout me after the shot, and I lean against Hawk. Cam caps the bottle of vodka and puts it on the coffee table on its side.
“Spin for us, goody.”
I swallow nervously and lean forward to spin the bottle. When the bottle stops, it points to Damon. I lift my gaze to his, and he smirks.
“Evan.”
I straighten.
“Truth or fuck.”
My lips part and then I press them back together. “Interesting way to shorten it.”
Damon shrugs and gives me a mischievous smile. “Pick, little devil.”
I’m curious what sort of truth he’ll ask me, but it might be easier to go with fuck, marry, kill. Either way, I’m not sure I want to take a dare from Damon. Not down here where our parents might return home at any time.
Normally I wouldn’t worry, because Mom wouldn’t come to check on me.
Normally I’d be doing homework or studying or something else equally boring.
But she’s been concerned and focused since the rose incident.
It’s intense, but it can’t last. It never does because usually my life is pretty monotonous and boring.
I’m sure I’ll get back to the boring and monotonous from her point of view soon.
“Fuck, marry, kill.” Seems like I’ll be least likely to say no to.
Damon rubs his finger over his lip as those blue eyes study me carefully. “Cam, Hawk, and me.”
What? “It’s supposed to be celebrities, not real people. That’s not—”
“It’s my choice, Evan.” Damon smirks. “So what’s it going to be? Who do you want to fuck, marry, kill or do you want a dare?”
I should have known he wouldn’t make it easy. I glare at him, but fuck him. “Fuck Hawk, marry Cam, and kill you.”
Damon’s chuckle is low and his eyes knowing. “You don’t want to kill me, little devil.”
“Right now?” I lift an eyebrow like try me.
Damon leans in and spins the bottle. “You’d fuck us all.”
“Don’t be so sure about that.” I straighten like I wouldn’t be one hundred percent on board with whatever they want me to do. But we all know I would be. My traitorous body hums with the thought of them fucking me tonight. All of them.
The bottle lands on Hawk.
“Truth or fuck, Damon.” Hawk leans back and runs his hand down my spine. A shiver runs through me and I glance at him. He smirks but doesn’t look away from Damon.
“I’m always down to fuck.” Damon glances down at the juncture of my legs. I’m wearing jeans. I figured whatever we did would be in the privacy of his room, so it didn’t matter what I wore. Eventually they’d just strip me naked. But if we decided to go for a ride, jeans wouldn’t complicate matters.
Down here though, a skirt would have been more accessible for this game. But how was I supposed to know we’d be playing a game where our parents might wander down to find out what we’re up to? My cheeks heat.
“Mia, Olivia, Evan.” Hawk smirks.
“Not even a choice. Fuck Evan. Marry Evan. And kill Olivia and Mia.”
“That’s not how the game works,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
Damon leans forward and his heated eyes meet mine. “Then dare me.”
I glance at Hawk, and he’s contemplating.
“Dress Evan how you wish she’d dress tonight.” Hawk arches his eyebrow when I glare at him.
Damon stands and wipes his hands on his athletic pants. “Be right back.”
He disappears up the stairs.
“This might take a minute.” Cam grabs me and pulls me onto his lap. “So we have some time, goody. Or should I say wifey.”
Laughing, I lean back against him and turn to ask. “What did you have in mind?”
“Something that would get you in trouble if your mother came home early.” He undoes my jeans, and I suck in a breath.
“It’s not fun if it’s not dangerous, baby girl.” Hawk grabs my legs and pulls them across his thighs, tipping me onto Cam’s lap.
Cam lowers me so I’m laying across both of their legs. “Perfect.”
He tugs my shirt up and draws the cup of my bra down before leaning over and sucking on my nipple. Heat floods me.
“Cam,” I scold quietly, but my hand tangles in his hair to keep him there. His tongue is wicked, and the way he sucks on me makes my pussy throb.
Hawk tugs my jeans down over my hips. Making an indignant noise, I try to lift my head to tell him to stop. I don’t really want to be naked in the basement.
“You have to change for the dare anyway, baby girl.” Hawk’s smile is mischievous, as he drops my jeans on the floor and shifts until my parted legs are around him. I bite my lip. I should really stop this before they get me in trouble.
But when Cam sucks harder, I stop fighting. Some rational part of my brain is still working. The likelihood of our parents coming home anytime soon is fairly low. It’s probable Damon would intervene if necessary as he’s upstairs.
Hawk tugs my panties to the side and lifts my hips. He latches on to my pussy with his mouth. I close my eyes and give into the overwhelming feeling of Cam and Hawk touching me. Sparks flood my system until I feel like I’m glowing from the inside out.
When Hawk thrusts his fingers into me, I moan. I love how they fuck me. Cam trails kisses up my neck before claiming my mouth. His fingers tweak my hardened nipples, sending a bolt of need through me. Hawk’s tongue strokes my clit in time with his fingers stroking in and out, pushing me higher.
I’m a live wire ready to explode. Cam slides his tongue against mine as his fingers pinch my nipples. Hawk sucks on my clit and adds another finger to his thrusting. It’s too much, and I moan my release into Cam’s mouth as it buzzes through me. Hawk drags his fingers out and licks them off.
When Cam helps me sit up, Hawk grabs the back of my neck and kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue and lips. I wrap my hand around the back of his neck to keep him from stopping.
I can’t do much with my bandaged hand. It’s difficult to remember where we are and what we’re doing when all I want to do is take them in me and be what they need. To never stop this pleasure. When I start to straddle Hawk’s lap more, Cam clears his throat.
“Stand, goody.”
I pull away from Hawk’s lips to focus on Cam, but he nods behind me. I turn and see Damon sitting on the chair, watching with a smirk on his face.
“Come here, little devil.”
I stand and glance toward the staircase leading upstairs. Fuck, I didn’t even hear him come down. He could have been anyone. I should be embarrassed, but I can’t seem to care beyond what they can do to me.
I’m theirs to play with, and I love every minute of it.
“No one’s here, and you need to change.” Damon leans forward and grabs the elastic of my panties. “Get naked.”
I finish taking my shirt off over my head and drop it on Cam’s lap. He chuckles. My bra is practically already off. The cups are pulled to the side, exposing both my breasts. I reach behind me and watch Damon’s hungry eyes take me in as I release the clasp and drop it to the floor.
The way they watch me. The way they want me. It’s intoxicating and liberating.
I walk over to him in only my panties. As I slide them down my hips slowly, he tracks my every move. When they flutter to the floor, I lean over him and rest my good hand on his shoulder as I step out of them.
He wets his lips when I straighten, naked in front of him. My chest heaves with every breath. I need him to fuck me. My skin aches for their touch.
His smirk should have warned me, but he holds out my old uniform skirt, the too-short one he made me wear for him before. I take it from him and glance over at Hawk. I only have one good hand still.
“Can I get a little help?” I hold the skirt out to him.
Chuckling, he stands and takes it from me. When he steps behind me, his shirt brushes against my naked back. Sparks scatter through my system. I lean back against him as he puts his arms around me to hold the skirt for me to step into.
Their gazes are hot on me as Hawk buttons and zips my skirt once it’s in place. Damon holds out the top, which is a white men’s oxford, clearly one of Damon’s. Hawk takes it and helps me slip it up my arms.
Damon stands, and I lift my hooded gaze to his.
I want him to touch me, not just dress me.
He smirks and begins to button the shirt.
His knuckles brush my breasts through the material, making my nipples harden almost painfully.
He stops buttoning under my breasts and ties the rest into a knot, leaving my midriff bare.
I glance toward the chair to see if he brought panties for me.
He cups my jaw and tips my head back so it presses against Hawk’s shoulder. Caught between the two of them, I’m so ready to move on to the next step.
“Did you want to ask something, little devil?” His eyes burn with heat.
I swallow. “Panties?”
This skirt is almost obscenely short. Without panties, I’m guaranteed to flash someone. I’m not worried about flashing the guys, but if my mom were to come down or worse, Adam...
“I don’t see the problem.” He rubs his thumb over my lips, and I breathe out at the hit of lust. “This is exactly how I would dress you.”
He smirks and lowers himself into his chair. Hawk steps back, leaving me on fire but cold without their touch. I glance down at my modified uniform and put my hand on my cocked hip.
“This is how you’d dress me?” I arch an eyebrow.
“Absolutely.” He leans forward and puts his hands on my thighs, drawing me to stand between his legs. “On your knees, little devil.”
“It’s not my turn to take a dare.”
“Okay, truth or fuck, little devil.”
“You didn’t spin the bottle.”
“But I choose you to ask, so what’s it going to be?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Truth.”
“Whose cock feels the best in your pussy?”
My mouth opens. What a fucker. “That’s not fair.”
He smirks. “Then take the dare, little devil.”
They might as well have called the game just Dare. I hate that he wins this one. I couldn’t even decide who feels the best. They all feel fucking fantastic, and I want to feel them inside me now. “Fine. Dare me.”
“Get my cock hard with your mouth and then sit with it buried in your cunt during the next turn.”