Chapter 45 Cass
***Cass***
Iraced up the sidewalk and let myself into their house but froze when I found multiple people moving around with kegs of beer. Weston bumped into me from behind and had to lock his arm around my waist to keep me from falling forward.
“Fuck. There’s supposed to be a party here tonight.” Hayes moved around us and I got ready to put my wanton ways on ice for at least a few hours. “Plans have changed, everybody! Party’s canceled! Take the kegs and head out!”
I looked back at him and found him gazing back at me with fire in his eyes. I started to tell him that they didn’t have to do that but I didn’t want to. I wanted them to kick everyone out to be with me. I wanted to be that important.
“What? You sure, man? Half the school is-”
Weston picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. “We’re sure. We’ve got plans.”
The same guy laughed. “Alright. You got it.”
“Tell everyone to go to RJ’s house. He’ll be good with it.” Cash slapped my ass as he rushed towards the stairs. “Lock up when you leave!”
“Have a good night, bro. Good game!”
Weston was already charging up the stairs with me over his shoulder. “No running away this time, Cassidy.”
It was hard to sound righteous while hanging upside down but I tried.
“I didn’t run away. I had plans. And I’m the one who initiated this right now.
If it were up to you three we’d still be chatting with your lovely father in the parking lot before taking a jolly old drive around town to get milkshakes. ”
“Milkshakes?” Hayes scoffed. “You’re asking for it, Strawberry.”
“I know! That’s the whole point of this.
I’m asking for it!” I laughed wildly when Weston made it to his room and threw me on the bed.
I bounced and came up on my knees to watch them prowling towards me.
“What’s a girl have to do to get some attention around here?
Oh, lock the door. If there are ever pictures of this, I want them to come from us and stay with us. ”
Cash growled as he closed in on me. “You want pictures?”
“Later. Not tonight.” I bit my lip. “Maybe not. I don’t know. I just think they’d be hot, you know?”
He ripped his shirt over his head and smirked when my eyes went to his tattoos. “You’re a little pervert, aren’t you?”
I licked my lips and shrugged. “Seems like it.”
Weston reached out and snagged me, pulling me to the edge of the bed.
His hands slipped under the sides of the jersey I had on and worked it up and over my head.
I hadn’t bothered with a bra in the oversized shirt and he groaned when he saw my bare chest. “Damn. I’d almost convinced myself that your tits couldn’t be as perfect as I remembered. But look at you. So sexy.”
I used the distraction to push him away so I could climb off the bed and sink to my knees. My heart raced as I knelt there, tangled between desire and fear of judgement. I knew what I wanted. That was hardly ever the issue. I was just terrified of the response. What would they think of me?
Hayes appeared in front of me and used a single finger to lift my face. “Second thoughts?”
I couldn’t help laughing when Weston groaned. I glanced over at him but Hayes pinched my chin between his thumb and index finger to demand my focus. I took a deep breath and tried to shake my head.
“Words, baby.” Cash spoke from behind me, his hand twisting my ponytail.
“No second thoughts. I want this.”
“But?” Hayes wasn’t cutting me any slack.
I swallowed nervously and pressed my tongue into one of my canine teeth. I hadn’t been embarrassed the night we met. My desires had developed and twisted since that night, though. I’d had time to fantasize and I was sure my desires made me a pervert, just like Cash had jokingly said.
“Cassidy.”
“What if the things I want are…wrong?” I watched Hayes’ face pinch in confusion. “I think I might really be a pervert. I’ve never wanted the things I want now but you guys gave me time to imagine things while you hated me and my brain just…went straight to the gutter.”
Hayes knelt in front of me and grinned. He looked so carefree and happy that I almost wanted to punch him.
I was freaking out and making a fool of myself.
What was so great? “You’re not a pervert.
Or maybe you are but then so are we. You don’t think we’ve spent lots of lonely showers thinking of you in the filthiest ways? ”
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.” Had those words come out of my mouth? It was official; my vagina was behind the wheel.
Weston growled as he stalked closer. “And if the things we want are filthier than you could’ve imagined? Will you run scared?”
Tension melted away at the intensity of his words. At the same time my core heated and wept for attention. “No.”
Cash, never one to back down from a challenge, knelt behind me and wrapped my hair around his fist tighter to tilt my head back so it rested on his chest. “Some of those lonely showers were filled with dreams of you choking on my dick and begging me to come all over those perfect tits.”
A full body shudder made him laugh softly against my ear. I took a shaky breath and met Weston’s hard gaze. His cowboy hat was tipped up on his head and it made him even hotter.
“I want to fuck you until you cry and beg me to stop because you can’t come again. I wouldn’t stop, though, sweetheart.” He squatted next to me and rested one of his elbows on his strong thigh. “I want to fucking ruin you.”
I whimpered like a wounded animal from the need that was so strong it’d turned to an ache.
Cash still had my hair and he pulled tighter while dragging his other hand around my ribcage and up to my breast. He pinched my nipple until the pleasure flirted with pain and I wanted to tell them that I was already ruined.
Hayes stood again and held my gaze, only breaking it to pull his shirt off.
He licked his lips and unbuttoned his jeans.
The sound of the zipper slowly lowering would haunt me forever.
“I imagined you in here with us like this. A continuation of our first night together. I fucked my hand over and over while thinking of you bent forward, sucking West’s dick while I fucked that tight ass.
The image of you pinned between me and Cash, stuffed so full of cock that you wouldn’t walk right for days, and still wanting more felt so goddamn real.
Begging for West’s dick down your throat again so you have all of us.
I don’t just want to ruin you, Strawberry.
I want to mold you around our cocks and make you addicted.
I never want to have to worry about you walking away because we’re the drug you can’t quit. ”