thirteen
Gloria Walton
“Colt,” I cry, trying to rise off Maverick again. “Wait!”
Maverick grabs my hips, holding me pinned, and grinds his dick up into me. “Yeah, wait,” he drawls after Colt. “What’s this shit about you getting married?”
Colt stops at the door, slowly turning back.
Images tumble through my mind—the look on his face when he walked in, not just anger or disbelief but genuine hurt; the hundreds of pairs of panties tumbling over us, white and pink and yellow and blue, like a swarm of butterflies plummeting from the sky.
“What is this?” I ask, picking up a handful and letting them fall back onto the bed.
“It’s your underwear,” he says flatly. “And your sisters’, if I had to guess. Your mom probably wasn’t too fussy about which pair she put with which picture.”
Picture.
I hadn’t even thought of that, but of course perverts buying used panties online want pictures of the hot teenage girl who wore them before they jerked off into them.
I want to pull the sheet over my face and never let anyone see it again.
“Why—how did you get these?”
“I bought them back,” he says, like it’s that simple. “Well, after I hired a hacker to track them down.”
“You did that for me?” I whisper, my throat suddenly thick.
“Isn’t that nice?” Maverick asks, pulling the sheet down from where I’m holding it up with one hand. “Don’t you want to thank him?”
“What?” I whisper, my gaze flying to his.
He grabs my ass in both hands and squeezes, then spreads my cheeks for Colt to see.
“You ever fuck a cheerleader in the ass?” he asks over my shoulder. “Look at it. It’s so pretty and pink, like a tight little pussy. I bet you can make it gape.”
And even though Colt’s seen every inch of me, seen my legs spread in his face, watched me cum so hard I nearly blacked out, I’ve never felt half as exposed I do as now—or as cheap. The thought of him seeing me stretched around Maverick’s thick, pierced cock makes me want to hide under more than the sheet. It makes me want to disappear in a wisp of smoke, burned alive by shame.
“I don’t do that,” I hiss at Mav, my face a scorching inferno.
“Come on, babe, it’s just a little anal,” he says, sliding his middle finger down my spread crack and tapping at my rear entrance. I tense, and he chuckles and circles his finger around the knot of muscle, slowly massaging it. “Show him how you can take two cocks at once. Sweet little girl-next-door types don’t date gangster so they can stay innocent.”
“I don’t like it,” I whisper, my whole body clenching up as a shudder of fear passes over me.
He groans and grinds up into me, grabbing my ass again and pumping me up and down his shaft. “Come on, ese , join the party,” he says to Colt, who hasn’t moved from the door. He stands watching, his jaw clenched, his expression unreadable. “How long has it been since we fucked a girl together?”
I whip my head back around to face Maverick, my eyes wide. “What? No,” I breathe, not wanting Colt to hear. It’s bad enough that he’s seen us. “Tell him to leave!”
“Go on, grab some lube,” Maverick drawls, gesturing lazily to the tube on the bedside table.
Colt scoffs. “She’s never needed lube for me.”
My face flames hotter, and I bury my face in Maverick’s inked shoulder. “I told you, I don’t like being shared,” I mutter into his neck.
“Relax, we’ll get you warmed up first. It doesn’t hurt all that much if you do it right. You might love it.”
“I’ve done it,” I grit out. “I hate it.”
“You’ve never done it with us,” he says, pulling my head back and meeting my eyes with his strange, beautiful green-and-gold gaze. “Trust me, princess?”
I swallow hard as he lays back on the bed, pulling me down on his chest. I don’t trust him. I don’t trust anyone because of shit like this. I guess I trusted him a little too much though. I never thought I’d end up naked and helpless with two men again, never thought he’d put me in this position. I’ve been here too many times to think there’s an alternate ending where they don’t get what they want, though. The best thing to do is play along, do what they say, and get it over with as quickly as possible. That’s the key to survival.
“Relax, I’ll get you something to take the edge off,” Maverick says, cradling me against his chest like I’m something precious to him and not just a sex doll. “Dynamo, toss me my jeans.”
Colt slowly leaves the doorway, approaching the bed to pick up Maverick’s jeans. He digs through the pockets, pulls out a pill bottle, and opens it. I notice his fingers shaking as he dumps some pills into his palm before turning away and throwing them back.
Maverick maneuvers his arm in front of me, and I consider jumping off him and making a run for it. But even if I got away, if they let me go, I’ve been around men enough to have no illusions about what the next one would do when he found me running down the street stark naked. At least these guys are the devils I know. Hell, I’ve already fucked them both, so what does it even matter?
“Here, take a bump of this,” Mav says, turning back and lifting the side of his hand for me. A line of white powder stretches from his thumb to his wrist.
“I can’t,” I say. “I get drug tested at work.”
“It’s all legal,” Maverick assures me. “You’ll be fine. Just a little muscle relaxer, some painkiller, and anxiety meds. Snort it.”
He lifts it to my nose, and I hold one nostril closed and obey. I don’t love drugs, but the Dolces shoved enough up my nose and down my throat that I’m not exactly a novice.
“Damn, that was hot,” Maverick groans when I finish the line. He pulls me in and kisses me hard on the mouth. “Now the party’s really started.”
He lays back on my pillows again and pulls my knees up beside his hips, then spreads my cheeks again. I squeeze my eyes closed and tense, ready for Colt.
“Eat her ass while I fuck her,” Maverick says.
I want the ground to open up and swallow me whole, and I’m glad my face is hidden in his chest. I feel Colt’s tongue lathing my crack before teasing the ring of muscle. It slides down, stroking the rim of my pussy stretched around Maverick’s cock as it fills me. Colt’s tongue leaves me, stroking Mav’s cock when it slides out, then riding it back to my pussy when he buries his cock inside it. I whimper, suddenly more humiliated by how turned on I am than scared. Colt moans in response, palming the bottom of my ass, spreading my pussy lips to watch Maverick pump slowly in and out. Then he leans in again, sucking and licking at my ass hole, my pussy, the stretched flesh between, Maverick’s pierced length.
I hate, hate, hate it, and I love it, and I hate how good it feels, how wet it makes me. I’m burning with humiliation, which only makes me wetter. Colt laps it up, sucks the wetness from me, spits it back on my ass and lets it trickle down. Then he sits up, and I see his disfigured, tattooed hand reach over and snag the lube. It’s the first I’ve seen of him since he joined us, and suddenly I feel alone and needy, and I want him to hold me, to be close to me, not behind me where I can’t see.
“Colt,” I whisper.
“Right here, butterfly,” he reassures me, and the bed shifts as he kneels behind me. “Mav, stop moving.”
Maverick obeys, lying under me breathing hard, his hands palming my cheeks, opening them again for Colt. I tense up, ready for pain, but instead of thrusting into me quick like Baron does, punishing me for hurting him, Colt eases a slippery, lubed up finger in just one knuckle deep.
“Holy fuck,” he mutters.
Maverick moves his finger down to join, but Colt knocks it away.
“Let her adjust, for fuck’s sake,” he snaps, sliding his finger deeper. Once he’s past the ring of tight, resistant flesh, I can’t stop his forward progress. He buries his finger to the hilt, then starts to fuck me with it. Every few strokes, he pulls out and circles it around the outside, coating me with lube, massaging and encouraging me to relax.
“Doesn’t that feel good?” Maverick asks.
I nod obediently, sinking into the soft, blurry numbness of the pills. Maybe it won’t hurt when Colt fucks me with his dick, either.
Colt grabs my hair suddenly, dragging me into a sitting position.
“Fuck us,” he growls.
“I—”
“Fuck my fingers and that pierced cock you love so much at the same time,” he orders. “Bounce and moan like a cheap whore, the way you always do.”
His fingers tighten in my hair, and the harshness of his voice in my ear makes my body obey like an automaton. After years of practice, years of punishment for failure, it knows how to jump when someone says jump, without even asking how high. It knows how to bend without breaking, how to keep dancing, even when my mind rebels. It keeps us alive by following orders without asking questions, without voicing opinions, without spilling the protest that rises inside me. I bounce, rising and falling on Colt’s finger and Maverick’s cock, throwing my head back and moaning like I love it.
“God damn,” Colt groans, reaching around to finger my clit with his free hand. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me, Gloria Walton.”
Maverick sits and snakes an arm around me, working a finger into my ass with Colt’s. Knowing Colt can see their fingers stretching me open, my ass jiggling as I bounce, Maverick’s thick cock wrecking my pussy, makes me want to die. I will never live this down. What’s the point of surviving it if I have to die inside every time I see Colt’s face after this?
Being buried alive would be a better fate.
“Ah, fuck, I want her ass now,” Maverick says, fingering my hole faster. “You take her cunt.”
“Fuck no,” Colt growls. “I got her ready. I’m going to cum in her ass and watch it drip out onto your balls. Now lay down and shut up.”
Maverick chuckles and obeys, grinning up at Colt. “Bossy asshole.”
“When I’ve got a submissive asshole to sink my dick into.”
Colt bends me forward, spreading my cheeks wide and watching my hole pulse open and closed. He moans and straightens, gripping my hip while his other hand lines up his cock. Maverick lifts his head and holds me open for Colt. He starts to sink into me, but the piercings stop him, adding resistance.
“Relax for me, butterfly,” he says, giving his hips a hard nudge forward. The head of his bare cock breaches my rear entrance, and I suck in a breath at the sting as I’m stretched wider than their fingers. “God damn, that’s a beautiful sight. Relax and take me deeper. That’s my good girl. You okay?”
I nod, biting my lip.
Maverick catches the motion, leans up, and captures me in a deep, sensuous kiss. He fucks my mouth slowly with his tongue, his piercing dancing over my tongue while the ones inside me strain against my walls, torturing me with pleasure as he begins to move in slow, grinding motions. Colt keeps encouraging me as he eases in slowly, letting me adjust to each new inch. Maverick holds me open for him, massaging my ass, moaning into my mouth.
“Fuck, you look so good stretched around us both like this,” Colt says, running his thumb around the rim stretched tight around his cock, then down, around the entrance to my pussy hugging Maverick’s girth. “We’re going to fill both your holes with cum, but first, I want you to cum all over Maverick’s cock. Can you do that for me, butterfly?”
He begins to move, pumping into me deeper with each pass, until he’s buried to the hilt, and I can feel his pubic piercing nestled against the sensitive skin at the top of my crack. Below me, I can feel a cozy warmth where they’re joined, their balls pressed together snugly.
“Gloria,” Colt breathes against the back of my neck, nipping at my skin. “You feel so fucking good, I’d cum right now if I didn’t want to keep fucking you all night. But I never want this to be over.”
Maverick releases me from his kiss, tucks my hair behind my ear, and gives me a soft, sweet smile. “How you doing?”
“I’m—okay.”
“You’re better than okay, princess,” he says. “You’re taking us like a fucking queen. I’m going to sit up so we can all watch you take two cocks at once. Ready?”
I nod, and he sits up, placing my knees on the bed so we’re kneeling, and they can thrust from both directions. The twins have done this to me before, but I’ve never been fucked like this, so carefully, not even by Colt. With him, it was always lust and hate, fire and fury. There were moments of teasing, taunting, and then giving in with a wild hate fuck when the tension overwhelmed us. And then, when we got that out of our system, there was still passion and, sometimes, playfulness. There was never this kind of care, checking in with me, praising me, admiring me for how good I take them.
Colt sweeps my hair aside and lays soft kisses along my shoulder, pumping into me in alternating rhythm with Maverick, so every time he draws out of my ass, Maverick fills my pussy with his thick shaft, the piercings of his Jacob’s ladder hitting me in places that make my head spin. Every time Maverick pulls out, leaving me empty, Colt fills me to the brim, the pain of his cock stretching me and making me wince and gasp even as it sends pleasure rippling into my core.
He slides an arm around me, cupping my heavy breast and plucking at my nipple while his other palm slides down my belly, stopping at my mound. He slides a finger over each pussy lip, furrowed back by Maverick’s intrusion, then tugs gently at my clit piercing. I gasp, and he nuzzles my ear. “Turn your face this way and kiss me like the devil you are.”
I obey eagerly, opening for his tongue and burying my fingers in his silky strands. He wraps his arms tighter around me, fingering my clit and squeezing my nipple until I whimper and buck. He lifts my breast, and Maverick lathes his tongue over my nipple. I shudder, and Colt does it again, thumbing my other nipple while his hips roll, his pierced cock gliding to the hilt inside me with each pass. I’m all his, even with another man fucking me. His cock is in my ass, his tongue in my mouth, his hands on my pussy, my tits. He owns every part of me, and I love it, even love that he’s giving his friend my cunt, allowing him this pleasure.
Colt breaks our kiss and watches Maverick flick the tip of his tongue against the peak of my nipple, then lathe the flat part, circling the tip with his piercing. Maverick lifts his eyes to mine, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and then his gaze moves past me to Colt.
“Suck,” Colt commands, thrusting my breast into the other man’s mouth.
Maverick obeys, tugging it sharply into his mouth.
“Good boy,” Colt growls.
Maverick moans around my flesh, sending spirals of pleasure and pain spiking into me with each hard pull. The sensations are too much, feeling their cocks gliding into me, Colt’s fingers caressing and teasing and tugging at my clit, Maverick sucking my nipple so hard little cries of pain escape me. Colt bites down on the juncture between my neck and shoulder, then pulls back to kiss and lick at my skin. “You close?” he breathes.
I nod, convulsive shudders wracking my body, embarrassed that I’m the one who’s going to lose control first.
“You like taking two cocks at once, don’t you, my filthy little queen?” he asks. “You may wear a crown, but when I tell you to crawl at my feet, beg me to fuck your uptight little ass until you scream, you’ll do it, won’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp out.
“And when I tell you to cum on my friend’s cock while I wreck this pretty little ass hole, you’ll do it.”
“Yes.”
They both thrust into me at once suddenly, filling me so full I think I’ll be torn in two. My body arches, and a shudder of pure bliss grips my body. Colt’s fingers spread me open, one on either side of Maverick’s shaft, so he can feel him pumping into my drenched opening. His other hand releases me and slides around Maverick, grabbing his ass and dragging him harder into me. Maverick’s arms slide around me, past me, gripping Colt with both hands and slamming him into me and making me cry out again. They both pound into me so hard it knocks the breath out of me, and suddenly, it’s just like when the twins do this, and my body tenses with familiar terror.
“Cum,” Colt growls in my ear, ramming his cock viciously into my ass.
I want to tell them to stop, to tell them it’s too much, but to my utter humiliation, I feel myself obeying instead. My walls clamp down on Maverick, and the tension in my body becomes an arch of rippling pleasure as my head falls back on Colt’s shoulder and Maverick drives into me so hard my knees leave the bed. I feel a rush of wetness coat his cock when I cum, and he lifts my other breast this time, his teeth clamping onto my nipple.
I buck between them, a scream tearing from me as my core grips him again and a tingling rush of pain moves back from my nipple, through my breast, into my belly. He bites down again, grinding his cock into my clenched center.
“She likes a little pain, don’t you, princess?” Maverick asks, chuckling and pulling back to grin at me, traces of blood on his teeth.
“Don’t tell me what she likes,” Colt growls behind me. He grabs my thighs, lifting them from the bed and making my weight fall forward against Maverick. Colt bears down on his friend’s shoulder, forcing him back on the bed. Maverick adjusts his position, letting Colt shove him flat on his back, his inked chest rising and falling with his rapid breaths.
“I can feel your cock inside her,” Colt snarls, driving into my ass with hard, harsh thrusts.
“Yeah, you like that ladder now, don’t you?” Maverick asks, grinning up at Colt. “Maybe next you’ll let me put it inside you instead.”
“Fuck you,” Colt snaps, shoving my head aside and slamming his hands onto the bed on either side of Maverick’s head. I spit out hair, shocked at suddenly being thrust aside. He drives into me harder, as if he’s trying to fuck me off Maverick’s cock, which is still buried inside me. Maverick braces his hands on my upper thighs, gripping my hip crease to hold me pinned in place while Colt unleashes a storm of fury into my body, battering me like a hurricane determined to leave nothing but devastation behind.
I bite back tears, squeezing my eyes closed so I don’t have to see the used panties under my face, as discarded as the top half of me. I try to keep my body relaxed, to be as limp as I was under the twins. I know it’s not even about me, not really. He’s in some battle of wills with Maverick, staring into his eyes, while I’m outside the cage of his arms, pushed aside. I might as well not be here, especially when he lowers onto his elbows, crashing his mouth down on Maverick’s. Maverick wraps one arm around Colt’s neck, lifting his head from the bed, kissing him back passionately, fiercely, hatefully.
His other hand holds me pinned while they use my bottom half to sheathe themselves, ignoring the rest of me as if I don’t exist. Maverick is punching up into me in short, erratic thrusts, while Colt’s have grown quicker and harder as he draws out only a few inches before pounding me into Maverick with another punishing blow into my very depths. Their mouths battle, grunts and groans and growls rumbling through them as they try to tear through me to get to each other.
This is new, as new as the tenderness, but instead of feeling cared for, it’s degrading in the most shameful sense, more so even than what the twins did. At least I was in the room for that. Now I wonder if they’ve forgotten me altogether. Their hips grind together with bruising force, their teeth clashing so hard I can hear it. It’s dirty and rough, so much masculine energy I’m swept up in it for a minute, especially when Maverick lets out a guttural grunt, and his cock expands inside me, the hardware straining against my walls that are already stretched painfully around his girth. I want the ground to swallow me in one gulp when I feel my core fluttering in response, thirsty for the cum he’s spilling into a condom inside me.
As if that weren’t bad enough, Colt seems to sense it somehow, and he reaches between our sweaty bodies and yanks at my clit piercing so hard I see stars. I buck under him, my walls clenching hard enough to make Maverick utter a sharp sound of surprise inside the passionate kiss still locking them together as thoroughly as the grip of my two holes. Colt grinds in, his cock widening and making me cry out in pain, and I feel his wet heat spreading deep inside me. A shuddering sob wracks my body at the same time as a weak, pitiful, humiliating orgasm that Colt’s fingers drag from my unwilling ragdoll body.
He lets out a long, low moan into Maverick’s mouth, his hips jerking involuntarily with the spasms wracking his body as more cum squeezes into my depths. My core is sore and battered and throbbing erratically around Maverick’s girth. He grinds and shudders under me, his own aftershocks making his cock pulse inside me as it slowly becomes less rigid, less unbearable.
After a long minute, Colt lifts himself off me. I lay twisted to one side under Maverick’s armpit, where he left me when he started fucking Maverick and forgot I existed. Now he spreads my cheeks and groans.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he says, thumbing over my stretched, swollen flesh before opening me wider with a thumb and finger to see his cum pooling inside my gaping entrance. He slides the middle finger on his other hand deep inside me, scooping his cum with it when he draws out. He leans down, his mouth closing over my opening, placing a gentle, conciliatory kiss on the stinging skin. His tongue caresses me sensuously, and he sucks a few times before pushing his tongue inside, slowly fucking it in and out with his cum. I shudder with pleasure and shock, frozen in mortification as he eats me out for a minute before rising. Then he crawls over my back, leaning down and sealing his mouth with Maverick’s, spilling his cum into the other man’s mouth.
At last, Colt rolls off me and into the pile of laundry, flopping down on his back, spent and magnificent as he reposes like a king. Maverick slides out from under me. I sink into the used panties, as limp as a dead thing. Finally, he rolls me over and pries the hair off my face, soaked with tears and sweat.
“Shit,” he says. “This is why I don’t fuck with good girls.”
“Good girls?” Colt asks, sitting up on his elbows to look at me. I wish they’d just left me there to die of humiliation on my own, because it’s worse when they’re paying attention to me than when they acted like I was just one of those blow-up fuck doll torsos that only go from knees to navel, as if that’s the only important part and the rest of a woman is irrelevant.
“What’s wrong?” Maverick asks. “Were we too rough on you, princess?”
I draw in one last, long shuddering breath before forcing myself to harden, closing and battening the tattered hatches around my heart one more time. “You need to leave,” I say, my voice coming out croaky and hoarse. “Both of you.”
“That’s how it’s going to be?” Maverick asks, standing and peeling the used condom off his softening penis.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice stronger now. “That’s how it’s going to be. I told you I didn’t like anal. I told you I didn’t like to be shared.”
“Yeah, but you have to admit it was hot getting pounded like that,” he says, picking up his jeans from where Colt dropped them. “I felt you cum at least twice.”
“I. Don’t. Like. It,” I grit out, each word deliberate as I glare at him. But I know he’ll never understand, that he can justify it the same way Duke does, that I gave in, I didn’t say, “No, stop, you’re hurting me.” I didn’t say it because he’d have tried to talk me out of it, to talk me through it, to dismiss it the way he’s dismissing the protests I was brave enough to utter before he continued anyway. In his mind, I came, therefore I wanted it. It really is that simple.
Maverick shakes his head and shrugs into his black t-shirt. “Thanks for reminding me why I don’t fuck with the girl-next-door type. All this drama over a little anal.”
“It’s not drama,” I say, my limbs shaking as I sit up and wrap the sheet over my chest, as if the flimsy cotton can shield me from his casual cruelty, his complete indifference. He doesn’t get it. He doesn’t know how long I was silent, how much courage it took to even tell him I didn’t like it.
“Hey,” Colt says, touching my leg through the sheet. “When did you say you didn’t like anal?”
“Right before you did it,” I say, glaring at him.
“You did?” he asks, looking back and forth between me and Maverick, clearly confused. I try to remember if I said it to him, if he was too fucked up on the handful of pills he took to hear me, or if I only whispered it to Maverick, and he never heard my protests at all. But I can’t remember. It never mattered before—they’re all the same, they act as one, a dangerous wave of dominance that breaks me, forces me into submission no matter what I want or like.
“Yeah,” I say, because it doesn’t matter if he heard it or not. I can’t trust him or Maverick or anyone. I should fucking know that by now. “So you need to be getting your clothes on too. Both of you can see yourselves out.”
“Or what?” Colt asks. “You gonna hold a gun on him and make him clean me up after I fucked your ass? Or does that kind of thing only get you going when there’s a hint of incest to titillate you?”
“Fuck you,” I say, my voice trembling. But I deserve it after what I did to him that night, the worst thing I’ve ever done. Maybe that’s why he did what he did tonight, to show me that I’m nothing, that I don’t matter to him any more than that night. After all, I would have taken that to my grave, and he drops it casually, in front of an audience too.
“Been there, done that,” he says, smirking at me. “I’m three for three now. Filled every one of your sweet little holes with my cum. There’s not a place on you I haven’t claimed.”
“Get out,” I growl. “Both of you. And don’t come back. Ever.”
“Sure thing, princess,” Maverick says. “I told you I don’t do relationships, and this conversation is reminding me why. Sorry if you got the wrong impression about us.”
“I didn’t,” I say. “I picked you up tonight because I needed a good distraction, and you’re always good for that. But it’s time to face reality.”
“Did we hurt you?” Colt asks, narrowing his eyes as he searches mine for the truth, as if, now that he’s done treating me like a cum dumpster, he suddenly gives a fuck that I’m only pretending I’m fine.
“I gave you something to relax you,” Maverick points out.
“You didn’t hurt me,” I tell him, then turn to Colt. “And you… You’re worse than the Dolces. At least they only hurt me physically.”
“That’s a fucked up thing to say to me,” he says, standing and yanking up his jeans. He’s still dressed, and somehow that makes me feel even cheaper, even more used. He glares down at me as he buckles his belt. “You don’t want me here right now, fine. I’ll go. That’s your choice, and I’ll respect it. But if you think this is over between us too, you’re a long way from facing reality. Because this?” He gestures between us. “This will never be over, Gloria Walton. Never. That’s my choice.”