41. Bay
FORTY-ONE
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I’d never say this out loud, but I love when Torin fucks me. I love his focused persona about it, like he’s in the middle of playing a game and he’s ready for the big win. Every time he’s in me, it’s like he’s at the Super Bowl—or whatever they call the big championship for basketball—and every plunge and thrust is going to get him one step closer to what we both want.
And his promises of taking my ass, or the other way around with Reeve, has my cunt throbbing in primal need for them to just do it now.
Not only do I like the words that come out of their mouths when they’re in the heat of the moment with me, but I can feel Cairo’s substantial stare from across the room.
And it surprises me that he hasn’t left.
Not that I want him to.
My gluttony craves his attention to be on me, all the Forsaken Boys in the same room, watching me get fucked by my stepbrother.
Even that makes me cream with his thick dick inside me as he pants and groans while I snack on his neck, hoping that he won’t mind the few marks I plan on leaving there.
Torin’s dick slides out of me, and I growl in irritation, ready to reach down between us and grab it again, when I feel Reeve suddenly press up from behind and enter me in one quick plunge.
I squeeze Torin’s body to mine in surprise and pleasure as his best friend takes me without permission or any foreplay of his own.
Reeve’s index finger finds my asshole, and he circles it in a silent oath of his own that he’s with Torin when they say they’re both going to take me at the same time.
I think I’ll die.
I’m fully aware that I’m going to hell anyway from the simple fact that I’m letting these boys share me without zero shame after we already fucked in the back of Torin’s SUV.
It must mean more than I care to admit. I’m allowing them to have pieces of me that I rarely give out and they treat me like a queen. Not once have they rubbed it in my face or taunted me with it.
No, they come back for more.
And I love that they can both do this with me without Reeve boasting about how his cock has a slight tilt to the right or Torin’s alpha personality shining through.
“Taking that second cock like a good little girl,” Torin praises me, still spreading my ass wide for Reeve to play with while his best friend takes his time in steady, casual movements. “But I’m already eager for more.”
And on cue, Reeve pulls out, and Torin replaces him for the second time, not giving a fuck if Reeve was almost there or not.
The Prince of The Landings and the surfer boy from Newport.
Except Reeve has no problem allowing Torin to act like the big dog.
“Are you squeezing him tight, McQueen?” Reeve asks against my ear. His tone so deliciously husky that it sends a ripple of goosebumps up my spine.
“Did you fuck her earlier?”
“She milked me fucking dry,” he growls along my heated flesh, and I shudder at the memory of riding him while he let me take over.
“I want that,” Torin demands, sending a delirious thrill of lust throughout every nerve ending of my body. It’s the territorial and dominating tone of his. The control he demands for a piece of me to be his. “And you’re gonna give it to me, aren’t you, Wildfire?”
“Come get it, Pretty Boy,” I taunt in his ear, wanting him to chase me and get what he so desperately sounds like he needs. “Mark me and embed yourself so deep inside me that I can’t get you out.”
Instead of going to town on giving me what I want, he disappears again and Reeve takes over.
His pelvis hits my ass, finding that rhythm of his that’s slow but satisfying at the same time.
“Sounds like she’s getting a little bossy,” Reeve quips to his friend. “Now…we’ll allow that outside of this, baby, but when our cocks are inside you…you’re gonna listen.”
I turn my head to rest my cheek against his lips. “You mean when I rode your dick and made you finish inside me? That kind of bossy, or do you want me to lay there and just take it?”
Reeve hums into an amused chuckle. “You know I like you however you wanna be, McQueen. Torin, though”—he looks at his brother, who’s watching us fuck in front of him—“he craves control. I think it’s about time someone breaks him.”
Reeve’s palms slide underneath my thighs, and that’s when Torin’s body steps away from me, leaving me with only Reeve’s strength to hold me with his cock still inside.
“You wanna break me?” Torin’s brow lifts as he strokes his thick cock, waiting patiently for me to answer. “Get so deep inside that I can’t take a single inhale without you?”
“Actually…” I inhale before continuing with, “That doesn’t sound half bad, Pretty Boy.”
“You’re fucking crazy.”
I know .
This is all me setting myself up for disaster in the form of muscles, testosterone, and tattoos.
“I’m all or nothing,” I answer honestly. “Was never into the half-ass thing.”
His lips curl into a dangerous smile, as if he’s caught me in the corner of the room with my pussy literally spread open for him. “I want the whole-ass thing.” I look to the ceiling, exasperated, but not when he steps closer and between my thighs. “But I want you screaming my fucking name first.”
He leans in, the tip of his cock rubbing against my wet center, and I smell the cedarwood off his skin mixed with sweat and gravel from his game.
I prep myself for him to go full throttle on me, for him to just plow inside me to claim me for himself, but he only bends to whisper in my ear.
“You’ve been spending a lot of alone time with Reeve…and every time he seems to get you into a room, you fuck him. Last time I got you alone, we didn’t fuck. I bought you fries and half the appetizer menu. Now, you owe me, don’t you?”
“I guess I do.”
“ Alone .”
“Alone,” I repeat, meeting his dark pools of eyes, and that’s when he impales me, deep and crazed. I meet Reeve’s chest as he puts his body weight into it, clutching my hips and driving himself unhinged and wired into my body.
We’ve pushed past the bullshit…for now. One false movement between one of us and it’ll shatter what we’ve worked toward—trust.
To people like us, it’s more valuable than gold. It’s worth more than houses, cars, and a bank full of cash.
And if I have these boys backing me, and vice versa, dare I say, that I’ll be happy.
Truly happy for the first time in a really long time.
Torin’s hand comes around to grope the back of my neck, towering over me with his height and looking into my eyes like he’s seeing them for the first time.
This isn’t just group sex; this is a forming of a union.
Me, him, and Reeve.
It causes my eyes to slice over to Cairo, finding him in exactly the same spot he was in before. But this time, his intense stare is sharper and zeroed in on us as a whole while we touch and fuck each other without shame.
Torin’s fingers latch onto my chin as he pulls me over to him again. “He can’t have you.” I don’t know if he says it because he doesn’t want him to, or because there’s some unspoken agreement that was made before all of this, but I take it with a grain of salt. He hasn’t been forthcoming with how I’ve been around, and he’s made it clear on several occasions that he’d rather I not be.
Torin’s mouth secures onto mine, pulling needily at my body lip, and he groans out in pleasure, bottoming out into my wet core and going back for more.
“You were made for us, McQueen,” Reeve says to me. “A fucking queen, created for the likes of us dumb motherfuckers.”
“And we get to fuck this sweet cunt every night if we want to.” Torin’s tawny eyes bore into mine. “Don’t we?”
Damn.
My body burns as he holds my gaze, and when I don’t answer him fast enough, he drops my chin and goes right to my clit, rubbing the tender nub in quick circles without mercy.
“Don’t we?” he repeats, and this time it’s not a question. He just wants me to say it out loud to ease his mind, because without a verbal confirmation, Torin isn’t comfortable I’ve noticed. While, with Reeve, I could fuck him and answer anything he’d ever asked, Torin needs to be on the same exact page with the same exact objective at the end of the day.
“Yes,” I quip, raising my chin to keep some of my pride intact. “All the time.”
“Anytime?”
I quirk my brows because now he’s getting needy, which is a tad out of character for Pretty Boy. Maybe it’s because Emilio was a bitch to him. Maybe it’s because his mom wasn’t a mother. However, if I need to fill some voids, I can try.
“Bend me over in front of your priest, Pretty Boy, I don’t care. If you want me, you can have me.” I grab my tits and immediately gain his attention. “You want to suck on my pussy, do that. If you want me face down and ass up, all you have to do is ask.”
“I don’t ask,” he claims. “I just do.”
I lick at my bottom lip, flurries of carnality taking over me. I can feel the flutters of my orgasm entering my lower gut, and I groan when Torin hits a spot that causes both pain and instant arousal.
“Wrap your legs around Torin,” Reeve tells me. “I wanna play with your ass.”
Fuck. Me.
I do what he says, which only causes Torin to be able to go deeper, and I’m not going to be holding on for much longer. I’m at his ready, fucked how he wants it, and Torin likes it deep and steady, just like him.
Reeve spreads my ass cheeks, and that’s when I feel his breath on one and I squeal in surprise to which Torin chuckles.
And I don’t even get to wonder what the hell he’s doing, because he just does.
Reeve Stanton always just does what he wants to do.
His mouth finds the second place Torin wants to claim, and he eats my ass out like he’s making out with my mouth. His tongue is everywhere, his lips move with purpose. His fingers squeeze and stretch me while Torin continues his own assault on my cunt.
“Fuck, Reeve,” I moan, gripping onto Torin for dear life.
It was the wrong thing to say, apparently. Especially since Torin has been feeling a certain type of way about not having me alone. His whole face darkens in on me like I just said his dick was small.
“Reeve, eh?” Oh shit… “Kiss me.”
“But—”
“ Right the fuck now.” Like the good little girl I am, I fuse my lips to his, and he immediately devours me like an animal. He nibbles and bites, licking away any discomfort he may have caused as his best friend gets braver and begins pushing a finger into my ass.
I try to pull away, the sensation of both of them too much for me, when Torin slows his movement on my clit and demands on letting them do what they want or I’m getting nothing.
“Who’s got this mouth?” Torin asks me in a guttural tone, mixed with desire and power. “You’re gonna suck me dry the next time I get my hands on you for the sheer mention of another man’s name while I’m inside you.”
I open my mouth to argue that it’s Reeve, but that doesn’t matter to him. He allows me to pay attention to someone else he permits, but when I’m moaning someone else’s name, that’s where the problem must lie.
“Damn, baby”—Torin looks between the lack of space between us—“you’re gonna do it, aren’t you? You’re going to milk the cum right out of me.”
“You should feel her when you’re bare,” Reeve says into my bottom, suddenly part of the conversation.
Torin looks at me when he asks Reeve. “Did you?”
“She threw the damn condom away.”
That sends Torin in a fucking blind frenzy of I don’t know what. He screws me so long and deep that I don’t know where he starts and I begin. My body is buzzing with so much, I can’t even think about anything anymore, only that I want to come.
I want to live in this dangerous fucking relationship, because somewhere between before and now, I lost a piece of my mind. I’m living recklessly when I shouldn’t. To where I don’t care because the reality is just too responsible and depressing.
I would honestly even be thrilled if today was my last day, and I got to be with them before saying goodbye to dad and my sisters.
As morbid as that sounds, I found my equals. I found two guys who just want someone who is going to accept their annoying flaws even if we are on opposite sides.
We can fix that.
We can make a difference.
And if we don’t, we’ll figure it out.
Because I don’t think Reeve and Torin are going to let me leave.
And I sure as hell won’t without a good enough explanation.
“I’m going to come,” Torin tells me. “And you’re going to take it all.”
His thumb dips between my lips as I suck and I feel him twitch inside of me before it triggers his climax. The look on his face sends me over the edge, and it was the most intensely claiming expression Torin has ever given me.
That he’s mine.
Torin leans in to kiss me as Reeve rises and wraps an arm around my waist. I’m a sandwich of boys who are supposed to be my enemies, my project, but I can’t bring myself to give a fuck at the moment.
A male clearing his throat pulls me from my lust-filled trance, drawing me to Cairo who currently has a phone in his hand.
“Your cell won’t stop vibrating.” His dark chocolate eyes don’t move from mine as I pluck the device from his hands. A stir of dark impatience fleets from his eyes as I extract my focus from him and to the screen of my phone filled with text messages and calls, all from Levi.
LEVI: Where are you, Bay?
LEVI: Call me.
LEVI: Get the fuck out of that party.
LEVI: Roger’s in the hospital.
LEVI: He stroked out again.