Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
ASTRID
“I’m going to pull your panties to the side,” Calix said. “I wanna see that little pink pussy.”
Nodding, I gazed between us as he stroked his cock in his other hand, faster when he swooped his index finger around my thong and pulled it to the side. A low grunt escaped his mouth, and he slipped two fingers between my pussy lips to rub my clit.
After releasing my grip on my skirt, I grabbed his shoulders. “Calix …”
“I didn’t tell you to drop your skirt,” he said. “Lift it for me and watch.”
Not wanting him to stop, I lifted my skirt again and sank down onto him a few inches. I wanted him to be inside me, but I knew that we couldn’t do anything here. We were in the middle of the party. It’d be way too obvious.
“You’re aching for my cock, aren’t you?” he hummed, removing his fingers from my clit and tugging me closer to him so he could rub the head of his cock against my pussy instead. He rubbed it back and forth, across my clit, his pre-cum decorating my lips.
“Calix,” I moaned.
“How does it feel, Hellcat?” he asked.
I furrowed my brow and stared at him, pussy quivering. “Please, don’t stop.”
He drew the head of his cock to my entrance. “You want more?”
“Yes, but …” I looked around again. “Someone will … someone will see.”
Again, he grabbed my chin with his free hand. “Look at me. I promise nobody will see. It’s just me and you, right here. Don’t worry about the others. The Crew will take care of them for us, if anyone dares to glance over here. Okay?”
Fuck, my pussy is pulsing.
“Okay,” I whispered. “But I’m a …”
“A virgin,” he finished. “I know.”
After sucking in a sharp breath, I clutched my skirt harder, “I don’t want it to hurt. You’re so big, and I’ve only stuffed my fingers inside me before. You’re going to … to stretch me out.”
“Baby,” he cooed, head against my entrance, “it’s not going to hurt for long.” He pushed a centimeter into me and grunted. “God, you’re so fucking tight.” He slipped another inch inside me, putting pressure in all the wrong places.
“Calix,” I whined.
Suddenly, someone wrapped their arm around my torso and placed their large fingers against my clit. I sucked in a sharp breath, tightened around Calix, and glanced over my shoulder at Frasier.
Frasier was another one of Redwood’s billionaire players and Crew member, who flirted with everyone.
“Fuck,” Calix grunted, pushing another inch into me. “Your pussy just got so wet, Hellcat.”
I tightened even more. Frasier moved closer to me, pressing his bulge against my back and wrapping his other hand around my upper body to grasp one of my breasts. Only two sets of hands, and I was already about to lose it.
How would I feel if all five of them touched me at once?
“God,” I moaned, legs trembling.
“That’s it, baby,” Frasier murmured. “You’ve almost taken all of him.”
“Am I doing good?” I asked.
Calix grunted, shoving the last inch into me and grasping my hips. “So fucking good.”
My walls wrapped around every inch of his dick, clinging to it as tightly as they could. I dropped my skirt because I couldn’t hold on to it anymore and took his shoulders instead, my fingernails digging into his thick muscles.
Frasier moved both hands to my breasts and pinched my nipples through my shirt. I moaned and tightened even harder, the heat growing between my legs.
God, this feels way too freaking good.
“Please,” I whispered. “Give me more.”
“The good little slut is begging for it now,” Arch said from the other couch.
Arch—fucking Arch—was my stepbrother since last year. He got into trouble with his father, bad-mouthed everyone, and probably should’ve been suspended five times over now, but he was still here.
“Please,” I found myself saying again, begging and pleading more, loving the feeling of being called a slut. I wanted Arch to call me that over and over, degrade me even further.
All this time I spent at Redwood, being a good girl …
Nobody knew about this side of me.
Calix slowly pulled out of me, then pushed himself back in. I threw my head back, pussy tightening so much around him. He had only just started, and I was already halfway to the best orgasm of my life.
“Call me a slut again,” I whimpered. “Please.”
Arch smirked and stood, taking a fistful of my hair and forcing me to stare up at him. “You’re a fucking slut, Astrid. Getting fucked in the middle of a party in front of four other guys, begging me to call you filthy names. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Panting as Calix began thrusting in and out of me quicker, I stuck out my tongue and stared up at him. He clutched my throat in his free hand and spit into my mouth. My eyes widened slightly, and I squeezed Calix’s dick harder than I had before.
“More,” I begged, sticking out my tongue again. “Do it—”
He spit into my mouth again, then smacked it. “A dirty fucking whore.”
“Fuuuuck,” Calix grunted. “Your fucking pussy …”
Rush, the grumpy racing fanatic, and Cairo, one of my friends from Physics, sat on the opposite couch. Rush’s hand was down his pants, and Cairo’s gaze was intently on mine, as if he wanted to come over here, too, but there wasn’t much room on this couch.
Frasier pinched my nipples again and tipped me right over the edge. I threw my head back and moaned, pleasure rushing through me.
“That’s it, baby,” Frasier praised as I bucked my hips back and forth on Calix’s cock. “Ride out that orgasm.”
After stilling inside me, Calix seized my hips and grunted, “Fuck, Hellcat.” He took my chin in his hand and forced me to stare at him. “You’re a good virgin gone bad tonight.”