Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Dean
The party keeps raging on, but I’ve noticed Taylor is missing.
Hell, half my team is missing. This party went from a full team celebration to a bunch of cheerleaders dancing, and defensive guys grinding up against them.
I look around for Gavin, who I could’ve sworn was talking to Taylor a little bit ago, over by the stairs.
Taylor has made it very clear that I’ve ruined her life, but honestly, I think her life has improved.
Her mother said she was hanging with the wrong crowds, out partying and drinking her life away.
Although, now that I’m looking at the current situation we’re in, she's not doing much better. She's probably drunk somewhere. Shit.
I push up from the couch, forgetting that Tiffany, or maybe it was Brittani, was sitting in my lap until she falls to the floor. “What the fuck, Dean?!” she shouts from the floor. She reaches up for me to help her. Instead, I just step over her feet, and move through the room, looking for Taylor.
I spot Cameron coming down the stairs with a few of the other guys.
“Where’s Gavin?” I ask, not wanting to ask where Taylor is.
It'll make me look weird, considering I’ve done nothing but bitch about how ungrateful she is about the life she has.
She’s had everything she’s ever wanted without even trying.
I’ve had to fight tooth and nail, working my ass off for anything I have.
At least, until my father found her mother.
They were married so fast that I didn’t really get a choice in the matter.
“With a chick.” Cameron rolls his eyes and shoulders past me.
Fucking Gavin. Him and I fought for the Captain spot this year, and I won.
He hasn’t really accepted the fact that I got it over him.
The amount of guys from the team walking down the stairs right now makes me do a double take, seeing that it’s nearly all of my offensive line and starters.
I take the steps one at a time, and study each and every one of them, noticing that they’ve all recently had sex, based on their different states of dress.
Hell, Luke doesn’t even have his shirt on.
What the fuck is happening? I’ve never once seen all of them celebrate like this. Usually it’s keg stands, beer pong, and a few chicks being passed around, here and there. But for them all to be walking downstairs, roughly at the same time, is suspicious.
Not to mention, Taylor is still missing.
I grab Devon by his sleeve and look him dead in the eyes, “What the fuck is happening?” I nearly growl out, hoping that the thoughts in my head aren’t what’s happening up there.
I’ve heard some stories of Taylor’s past, but I told my entire team to stay away from her, and I told her to stay away from them. There’s no way they’d go behind my back. Right?
“Nothing,” Devon snaps back, yanking his sleeve out of my grip as he makes his way back down to the party.
I rush up the stairs and start with the first door, flinging it open to find Kevin and Brianna in the throes of their seven year relationship.
“Sorry,” I whisper, pulling the door shut again.
I grab the doorknob of the next door, push that door open to find a guy on his knees with a mouth full of cock. I know both of them, but this is none of my business, so I shut the door and cross the hall for the next door.
The sounds coming from behind the third door tell me what exactly is going on, but I need to know if it’s her, and who she’s with.
My blood boils, my heart beating loudly in my ears as I slowly open the door.
A female voice cries out in pleasure, Gavin’s name on her lips, and I shove the door open the rest of the way to see an unholy sight.
Drew, Marcus, Gavin, and Taylor, all fucking on the bed. Taylor’s body glistens in the light, her tits bouncing as Gavin thrusts into her, hard. Marcus is buried in Drew’s ass. Drew’s dick is in Taylor’s hand, and Gavin has his fingers wrapped around Taylor’s throat.
“What the actual fuck!” I shout, slamming the door shut behind me.
“Wait your turn,” Drew groans as Taylor’s eyes lock with mine. She’s been thoroughly fucked. Her hair is a mess, cheeks flushed, and make-up smeared across her face.
Fuck. She’s a beautiful disaster.
“This shouldn’t be happening.” I step forward as Gavin grunts, thrusting into her again, her cum-covered tits bouncing perfectly to his rhythm.
I look down at Taylor, “Why are you doing this?” I ask her, clenching my fists at my side as they just keep going, fucking right in front of me.
“I’m taking one for the team, brother,” she moans, eyes lighting up as I watch her reach the abyss, hoping to fall over the edge.
“I’m gonna cum,” Marcus groans, grabbing Drew’s hips.
“Me, too.” Drew drops his head as Taylor pumps her hand over his dick.
“Get the fuck off her,” I snap at Gavin, closing the distance between us.
“We’re…almost…there…” Taylor cries out again, her orgasm ripping through her as Gavin’s head also drops, thrusting into her again, this time stopping as he releases himself inside her.
I lose all control when I watch him cum inside of her, and punch him just as Drew and Marcus both hit their finale together. Gavin laughs, laying out on the floor, my fist throbbing from hitting him.
“Stop it.” Taylor giggles from the bed. “They’re here because I asked them to.” Her breaths are ragged.
“Get dressed and get the fuck out,” I bark out to the three of them, barely keeping myself from skinning them alive for touching her.
The second they're gone, I turn my attention back to Taylor, who just lays there on the bed, completely covered in so much cum, fucking hell.
“How many guys?” I ask, my teeth grinding together as my anger starts to boil over.
“All of them.” She laughs, her heavy-lidded eyes fall closed. “All of them.” She whispers, “Fuck, that was so good.” She pulls her bottom lip through her teeth while her hands skate over her body, rubbing in the cum Drew just sprayed over her.
“You enjoyed that?” I ask, kneeling next to the bed. “Being used by the entire team, letting them turn you into a cum whore?”
She cracks one eye open, “I am a cum whore, baby.” She licks her lip, “don’t be jealous.” She lets out a sigh, and I can’t help my reaction at this point. I grab her face, pinching her cheeks together until her lips pucker out.
“You haven’t seen jealousy, Kitten. But you’re going to see my anger.” Using my other hand, I reach under her shoulders, and lift her up.
“My legs don’t work, brother.” She giggles. “Just leave me here until I get the feeling back in them, then I’ll go home and sleep for the whole weekend.”
“I’m not letting you walk out of this room until you’re cleaned up and well punished.”
“Get out.” She shoves at my chest, and falls back to the bed with a huff. “I don’t need your help, and you have no right to punish me for being a willing participant in an orgy.”
“An orgy? Kitten, you just let the entire football team run a train on you. The punishment–”
She starts laughing, stopping my words in their track. “What’s so funny?”
“Just that this orgy, train, or whatever it is you think happened in here, is none of your business.” I lift her out of the bed and haul her off to the bathroom.