Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
ASTRID
One moment, Rush had his hand on the door, and the next, both of his hands were on my collar, ripping the shirt straight down the middle. I yelped and covered my exposed tits.
How is he so strong?!
“Rush!” I exclaimed. “What are you doing?!”
“I told you to take off the shirt, and you decided to be a little fucking brat about it.”
“So, you ruined the shirt for both of us?!” I exclaimed. “Are you crazy?!”
Someone waggled the door handle behind me, and my eyes widened even more. If anyone came in, then they would see me almost naked in the middle of the boys’ restroom with Rush Parker, the grumpy ass who didn’t talk to anyone.
“Let me in,” a familiar voice said behind the door.
Rush grabbed me by the elbow, ripping my arm away from my tits and pulling me away from the door. I stumbled into the wall and stared in horror as Arch stepped into the bathroom to see me completely exposed, dropping his backpack onto the floor.
Arch clicked his tongue at me and stared at me through his brows, his chin tilted down. “Finally get to see Hellcat’s nice tits,” he murmured, stalking toward me while I flattened out against the wall, trapped between Rush and Arch. “What happened to your shirt?”
“My shirt,” Rush growled.
I glared up at Rush, then turned my attention to my stepbrother. “None of your—”
Arch wrapped a hand around my throat, pinned me to the wall, and smacked one of my tits with his rough hand. “Don’t be a brat with us, Astrid. We own you after last night. Don’t want anyone to find out you’re fucking around with The Crew, do you?”
“I’m not fucking around with you,” I snarled at him.
“You fucked Calix in front of us all at the party, then Frasier this morning.”
My cheeks warmed. “How did you find out about that?”
Frasier said he’d keep it quiet!
Arch unbuckled his belt, pulled it off his waist, wrapped it around my throat to use as a collar, then yanked me closer to him with the leather.
“It doesn’t matter how I found out,” he growled, his hand coming around my chin, his fingers squeezing my cheeks and making my lips pout. “You’re all ours now.”
“No, I’m—”
Before I could finish my sentence, Arch bent me at the hip, and my tits bounced forward, swaying underneath me. Rush placed his palm on my forehead, pushing it back and gripping his cock through his jeans. He undid his belt and zipper, then pulled out his dick.
“These big, fat fucking titties,” Rush said, grabbing one and bouncing it around in his free hand.
Arch shoved my skirt to my ankles, moved behind me, and lined himself up at my entrance. “I’ve wanted this for so”—he wrapped his hands around my waist, the head of his cock brushing against my entrance—“fucking”—thrust—“long.”
My toes curled, and I willingly opened my mouth to moan out in pleasure. Rush shoved his fat cock between my lips and grunted, thrusting in and out of me slowly at first.
“Good girls like you are never innocent,” Arch growled. “You’re all dirty whores.”
Heat exploded in my core, and I tightened around Arch. “I-I’m not!”
“Dirty little whores who’ll do anything to feel good,” Rush murmured, pushing some hair out of my face and shoving his dick back into my mouth.
“Astrid, I know you better than you think. Have watched you touch your drooling little pussy more than once. Who do you think told Calix to take you last night?”
My watery eyes widened, and I clenched even tighter on Arch. Fuck!
“You’re just a desperate little slut,” Arch said, reaching around my torso and groping my tits. “Desperate for attention …” He pounded into me from behind. “But even more desperate for some cock.”
“Make her pussy cry,” Rush mumbled, taking a better hold on my head and matching Arch’s pace but inside my throat.
I sank my fingernails into his thighs and cried out in pleasure. The pressure built higher and higher and higher inside me, until I was about to …
About to …
Body trembling, I choked on Rush’s cock and came hard. Wave after wave of ecstasy rushed through my body, and I curled my toes, barely able to stand upright. Arch suddenly pulled out of me, leaving me empty, and I fell to the ground, Rush’s cock still down my throat.
Rush sank his hand into my hair, grabbing it roughly as he bucked his hips forward. Warm cum shot down the back of my throat, and he forced me to drink it down and swallow. I stared up at him hazily, pussy pulsing.
When Rush finally pulled out of me, Arch stepped forward. “Clean my dick off with that filthy mouth.”
In a daze, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Arch shoved himself into it, forcing me to suck my juices off his hard, throbbing cock. I whimpered when he hit the back of my throat.
“Please come,” I mumbled, words muffled by his huge dick. Spit rolled down my chin and onto my swaying tits. My pussy was still aching from the orgasm from a few moments ago. “Please …”
Arch pulled himself out of me and decorated my face with his cum, getting it all over my lashes and cheeks and lips. I stared up at them, licking what I could off me, feeling exactly like what he had called me—a dirty little whore.
Arch and Rush began stuffing themselves back into their jeans, grabbing their belongings from the floor.
“What am I going to do about a shirt?” I asked, holding my arms over my tits and smooshing them to my chest. I stared at them both through hazy eyes, licking the last few drops of Arch’s cum from my lips. “I don’t have an extra change of clothes.”
“Don’t worry,” Arch murmured, reaching into his backpack. “I brought something from home.” He tossed me a bikini top that was way too small to be mine. It definitely hadn’t come from home because I didn’t have bikinis this small. They’d barely cover my tits. “It’s yours.”
“It’s mine, my ass,” I growled, finally coming to my senses. “Give me a shirt.”
Rush snatched my phone from the floor and slipped it into his pocket, a smirk in those usually grumpy eyes. “Have fun figuring it out.”
And with that, they both stepped out of the boys’ bathroom, leaving me with a torn shirt and a skimpy little bikini that would maybe cover my nipples. That was … if I was lucky.