Chapter 12
Damon
I stand as soon as Evan ends rehearsal. I have her helmet and want nothing more than to take her riding with us.
Obviously, I want more than that, but the key is to get her alone.
We have tonight, school tomorrow, and then I’m gone for the week.
Hopefully, I’ll find out if Crowne Mawr could work as a future for at least me.
We’ll have to visit the college together to figure out if it’ll work for all of us, but this is a move in the right direction. A move toward our future.
Evan stands talking with Mark. She touches his arm, and he smiles down at her. Yeah, that’s not happening.
“He’s gay, Damon.” Hawk grabs my arm before I can stalk toward them.
I glare at Hawk and then turn to look at Mark. He’s a good-looking guy, obviously friendly with Evan. And she’s mine, so I can go claim her.
I look at Hawk’s hand and then meet his eyes. Whatever he sees in mine makes him hold his hands up in surrender. I cross the floor and wrap my arm around Evan’s waist, drawing her back against me.
I meet Mark’s eyes over her head, and he laughs softly, shaking his head.
“Damon, this is Mark. Mark, this is Damon.” Evan leans her head back against my chest. “Mark wanted me to let you know if you ever want to experiment with a man, he’s willing.
I’m not sure where I stand on whether it’s cheating or fair because I fuck other men, but we do keep it to a select few, so. ..”
She tilts her head so her wicked blue-gray eyes meet mine. She makes me crazy.
“Nice to meet you, Mark.” I wrap both arms around Evan and rest my chin on her head. “I belong to Evan.”
Mark nods. “Not trying to break anything up. And not into cheating.”
“Good.” I give him a nod like we’ve reached an understanding. I rub Evan’s hip with my hand. “You ready, little devil?”
Her cheeks flush and she meets Mark’s gaze. “I’ll talk to you later about our movie night.”
Mark waves and walks away. He shakes his head and glances back. His gaze lingers on my arms and hands with interest. Hawk seems to be right, but Mark could be bi.
“No offering me to others, Evan. That’s not part of our deal.” I loosen my grip so she can turn in my arms.
She touches my jaw. “I really wish I could have seen your face. But you’re right, I don’t share my men.”
I smirk and lean down to kiss her.
“Kiss later.” Cam puts his hand on my shoulder. “We need to ride.”
I kiss Evan briefly before she slips away, and then we wait while she cleans up. Hawk grabs her stuff. We’ve been doing this for a while now. It goes smoothly. Keira and Mia help lock up and walk out with us. Cam walks them over to their cars while we get ready to ride.
Evan climbs on the back of my bike, still dressed for school in one of her new skirts and an old shirt. Besides the panties and bras I’ve given her, she still prefers her old clothes or my clothes to the ones her mother bought her. She’s not what I expected at the beginning of this year.
Most girls would have taken advantage of the glow up, but not Evan. She’s more impressed by the paper flowers Cam makes her than the expensive clothes in her closet. As soon as Cam joins us, we take off.
“So where are we going?” Evan asks.
“Our spot,” I say.
“We have a spot?” She sounds surprised.
“The spot where we like to chase you,” Hawk adds.
Evan’s arms and knees tighten against me. Her voice is a little breathy and excited when she says, “Are you going to chase me tonight?”
I chuckle and speed up as we hit the edge of town and onto the highway. She clings to me, pressing every inch of herself against me. Watching Evan control her rehearsal makes me want to control her.
We’re going to have to talk about what we want. How we want to play. We’ve played it fairly straightforward before, but tonight I don’t want her to hold back.
Slowing down as we approach the wooded area, I turn in and park my bike. Evan slides off the back and removes her helmet. Before I can remove my helmet, she climbs on in front of me, straddling me.
Her hands reach between the two of us and grab my pants as I balance the bike.
“What are you doing, little devil?” I tilt my head with a cocky grin that she can’t see behind the helmet.
She bites her lip. “If we’re going to do this, I want you to make me wet.” Her eyes lift to where mine are covered by the shield. “And I want you to wear your helmets.”
“Like you aren’t already wet?”
She arches her eyebrow. “Make me wetter.”
“How do you propose I make you wetter?”
She takes out my hardened cock and strokes it. “Fuck me.”
I chuckle low and don’t take off my gloves. I press her back until she lies across my tank, dragging my hand down the center of her. She wraps her fingers around my handlebars. Her feet tuck around my hips as she arches up into my touch.
Pushing her skirt up, I look at her lacey panties, the ones I chose for her to wear today. Running my gloved finger along her groin, I tease the edge of her panties. She bites her lip as she watches me. The center of the fabric is visibly damp. Always so fucking wet for me.
“You going to miss me, little devil?” I stroke her pussy.
“Yes,” she whispers.
When I fist her panties and rip them from her, she gasps.
But I don’t stop there. I stand, straddling my bike, and thrust deep into her soaking cunt. I growl at the warm clutch of her around my cock.
“Harder,” she says loud enough that something small rustles in the woods as it runs off.
I thrust into her hard, grabbing the handlebar between her hands and fucking into her until the bike rocks with every push.
“Tell me what you want to do to me.” She opens her darkened eyes to search for mine. Her lips part and her tongue darts out to wet them.
“We’re going to hunt you and fuck you like the animal you are.” I strip off my glove and grab the lube from my pocket. “For when we fuck your ass.”
She groans as her hips buck against mine.
“We’re going to claim every inch of you tonight. Fill you up like the little cum slut you are.” I grab the front of her shirt and rip it open. Buttons go everywhere, and she gasps.
“Damon!” Her tone is indignant, making me chuckle darkly.
“You’re mine, little devil. The only way this stops is if you say red.” I press her clit hard and feel her cunt flutter around my cock. “But you won’t say it, will you, Evan? Because you want all the dick you can handle. You want to be my little cum slut, filled so full it drips from you.”
“Yes,” she whimpers as she arches her body. Her cunt chokes my cock as she comes. I pull out and flip her over on my bike. She pants and looks over her shoulder at me with those moonlit eyes. This girl drives me crazy in the best way. I cover my fingers with lube, drizzling it on her asshole.
When I thrust back into her still pulsing pussy, I ease my fingers into her puckered hole, fucking in and out of her ass with my fingers.
She stretches out like a cat before me, panting and making little needy noises.
I add another finger to her ass and she cries out her release. Her pussy milks my cock.
“Fuck her ass.” Hawk fists his dick as he watches me fuck Evan. “Make sure she can take me.”
Evan whimpers as I pull out before lining my cockhead up against her puckered hole. She gasps as I ease in steadily, pushing past the ring of muscles. Her knuckles are white on my handlebars. I lean down to kiss the nape of her neck and she turns her face toward me.
“Breathe, goody.” Cam stands on the other side of us, stroking himself, watching her ass take every inch of me. “Such a good girl taking that cock. You’re going to take us all tonight, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps out as I seat my dick fully in her warmth.
If it didn’t feel so good fucking her, I would stay buried inside her forever.
But it’s not just us tonight and I can’t wait to watch her take us all.
I pull out and fuck into her. She lets out a harsh breath, but when I do it again, she pushes back into me.
Right now isn’t the time to be rough. She needs to adjust to having us inside her, let me stretch her out so that it won’t hurt when we catch and fuck her.
“We’re going to fuck you so hard when we catch you.” I pull her ass cheeks apart so I can watch my cock disappear inch by inch into her welcoming hole.
She grips the handlebars and lets out a moan as her ass tightens on my cock. Her release drags me into mine.
“That’s my little cum slut. Milk me for what you want.” Groaning, I come inside her ass hard. I pull out and grab some moistened wipes to clean myself off before tucking my cock back in my athletic pants.
I use another wipe to clean her as she lays, breathing heavily, on my motorcycle. Fuck, I want a picture of her like this. Used and exhausted from pleasure, spread across my bike like a fucking offering.
I lean back as Cam grabs the lube and spreads more on her ass before pressing his fingers inside.
“What do you say if you want this to stop, Annie?” Hawk asks, still stroking his cock while watching Cam work her ass with his fingers.
“I say red,” she pants. “I’m good. Don’t fucking stop. Oh, fuck.”
She keens as she comes, soaking my motorcycle. Fucking beautiful.
Hawk helps her climb off. Her shirt hangs open, showing her lacey bra that matches the ripped panties currently in my pocket. She staggers a little but looks more determined than ever.
I love this girl.
“Feel free to hit or kick us, baby girl.” Hawk’s face is hidden by his helmet, but I can hear the smirk in his voice. “You sure you want us to keep our helmets on? If not, no hitting our faces.”
“I want the helmets.” She wets her lips and nods, backing up slightly. She eyes me warily, knowing I’m coming for her. My cock is already hard for her again. My kinky little devil.
“You better hide well, little devil. We’re going to ravage you tonight, but I’ll take care of you when we get home.”
EvanAnn
I bite my lip and turn and run before they can start counting. Their laughter follows me into the woods. At least I’m a little familiar with these woods now, but I can’t go to the same hiding spot as before.
I saw the packets of wipes and little bottles of lube in Damon’s saddlebag. We’re going to play rough, but they’ll make sure not to hurt me in a way that will require medical attention. A few bruises and being fucked until I’m sore, I can deal with.
In fact, I’m looking forward to it.
I shiver with anticipation, and maybe a little chill with my shirt ripped open. At least it was one of my old uniform shirts. I ditched my tie at the beginning of rehearsal. This shirt is ruined, but I do have new ones I can wear.
We haven’t publicized I’m living with Damon. It’s not like the beginning of the year. Everything has already changed. I can wear the new uniforms and not give a shit if people think I’m a gold digger.
The forest is quiet. I can’t hear if they’re calling out numbers, but the helmets tend to muffle their words. For all I know they’ll remain quiet and communicate only through Bluetooth. My wetness cools on my thighs. My pussy throbs with the need to be fucked again.
Do I want them to earn the right to fuck me? I lean back against a tree, trying to slow my breaths. I want to fight them. Not because I don’t want them to have me. I want them to fuck me so badly. I’m hoping to fuck them all at the same time. Feeling them pulse deep inside me. Taking them all.
But first they have to find me and catch me.
The anticipation sizzles through my blood. Asking them to wear their helmets makes it scarier. Like a horror movie brought to life. I want to be the helpless heroine. I want them to overpower me.
It feels wrong to want it this way, but they don’t judge me. And I don’t judge them. It’s why we’re comfortable with each other. It’s thrilling to hide and wait for them to find me. Even more thrilling to run from them, to make them catch me, knowing they’ll cushion my fall as much as they can.
My heart is in my ears as I try to pay attention to the night, to the forest around me, to the sounds that don’t fit.
I draw in a breath and peek around the tree I’m behind.
If they’re out there, I can’t see them. It must be close to a new moon tonight because there isn’t as much light as the other nights.
I step out from the tree and look around, but I don’t see the guys anywhere. The bikes are still in the parking lot, but I can’t see the guys. I creep forward and wince when a branch breaks beneath my step. When no one charges me, I step forward again.
Apparently, instead of being the hunted, I’m the hunter. Or maybe I’m both. My skin tingles with awareness and unease.
I draw my shirt together in my fist and try to stay low and against trees while I figure out where they’ve gone. The back of my neck prickles, and I turn sharply to see if someone is behind me.
Nothing’s there. The swell of anticipation falls. I could find a new hiding spot. Eventually they’ll look for me, right? It wouldn’t be much fun if we all just hid from each other tonight. I could call out red and find out what the deal is, but I don’t want this to end.
My pussy and ass are cold as I walk forward trying to find at least one of the guys. Maybe we’re circling each other. Of course, all they have to do to find me with this ring is open their tracking app. That shouldn’t be allowed while we’re playing, but we don’t have a lot of rules for this game.
I pause when I think I hear footsteps behind me. I spin and find nothing, not even a shadow. The breath I was holding eases out of me. Staying in one place, I wait to see if they’ll move again.
When I lose my nerve, I walk forward and the same echo follows me. I turn quickly and find no one. I swallow and release the fear building in me. No one knows about this place but us. I should have confirmed that with them.
I have a stalker. Or at least someone acting like a stalker. I stretch out my right hand. What if he shows up out here? What if he’s hurt my guys? My heart thrums quickly in my ears. Maybe this is a bad idea. My breath catches, and I turn a full three hundred and sixty degrees to see all around me.
My guys wouldn’t have gone down without a fight. They would have warned me. One guy couldn’t take them all out. But what if it wasn’t one guy? I shiver and press my thighs together.
This is so stupid.
I’m working myself up over probably nothing. But what if it’s something?
Taking a breath, I move toward the bikes. If I can get there, I can get my phone out of my backpack. I’ll call the police if the guys aren’t on me by the time I get to it.
After a few steps, I hear the same footsteps and release the uneasy breath in my lungs. I force myself to walk a few more steps before spinning to catch them. Nothing.
When I turn back toward the bikes, a figure in black in a helmet stands about ten yards ahead of me.