Chapter 32
RAF
The ‘team bonding’ exercise Ford suggested is, predictably, sex.
We get back to the apartment, and at first there’s just this weird, static tension as we all drop our bags and exchange glances.
Ava strips off her coat and lingers by the door, fidgeting with her sweatshirt sleeve, hair falling forward to cover half her face.
Wes and Ford wander into the kitchen and lean back against the counter, arms folded.
I take my spot at the end of the couch and wait, because I already know what’s coming.
Ford’s the first to speak, his grin cutting through the tension like a goddamn machete. “Well?” he asks, arching a brow at Wes, then at me. “Aren’t we gonna do the thing?”
Wes glances at me, jaw tight. “You sure you want to?” he asks, voice pitched low. He means it, but not in the way Ava probably wants him to.
I nod once, not trusting myself to speak just yet.
My hands are still bandaged from the fight, but that’s not what hurts.
It’s everything else. The shadows, back and darker than ever.
The failure in the ring, the lost opportunity from the scout.
The knowledge that Ava saw it all– saw me lose, saw me bleed.
Now, she’s the only one who can fix it.
Ford pushes off from the counter, moving toward her with his signature lazy swagger.
“You want to make Raf feel better, don’t you?
” he croons, slipping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her toward the living room.
“Our boy took a beating for you, Ava baby. Least you can do is give him a little treat.”
Ava looks at me, big brown eyes wide, and for a half-second, I almost want to let her off the hook. Almost. But then I see the faintest flicker of something on her face, the subtle arch of her eyebrow that says she’s not quite as innocent as she seems.
Ford nudges her forward, and she climbs onto my lap, straddling my waist and looping her arms around my neck. Ford grins in satisfaction, sliding in next to us and stretching his arms along the back of the couch, making a show of how he doesn’t give a fuck about personal space.
Wes lingers in the kitchen, but I can feel his eyes on us, hungry and wary all at once.
Ava leans in, and I grab a fistful of her hair, tilting her head back so I can get a better look at her.
She flinches, just barely, but then she pushes her tits against my chest, and the heat of her skin through my t-shirt makes me want to rip it off and tear her apart.
I crush my mouth to hers, sinking my teeth into her lower lip until she gasps.
“You wanna make me feel better?” I murmur into her mouth.
She nods, her breath hitching.
“Then do it.”
I shove my tongue past her lips, and she moans, melting into the kiss.
She tastes like coffee and fear– my favorite flavor.
The heat of her pussy rides right over my cock as she grinds harder against me.
I keep one hand tangled in her hair, the other squeezing her thigh hard enough to bruise.
I want to leave marks all over her. I want everyone on campus to know exactly who the fuck she belongs to.
“Fuck, you two are hot together,” Ford groans from beside us, and I flicker a glance his way to see he’s already pulled his dick out, stroking it lazy and slow. “Keep going.”
A chuckle rumbles in my chest as I break the kiss and pull back, just to fuck with him. Ava sucks in a breath, blushing furiously, blinking at me like she’s fucking desperate for approval.
“You like that?” I muse, cocking a brow. “You like being watched?”
Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of pink, but she doesn’t look away. “Maybe,” she whispers boldly.
I slide my hands up her belly, palming her tits. She’s not wearing a bra, and the sweatshirt she threw on before leaving is thin. I squeeze them through the fabric, thumbing her nipples until she whimpers.
Wes finally moves in closer, circling around to stand behind the couch. “You sure you wanna take all of us?” he asks, but his voice is already rough, barely hiding how much he wants in.
Ava’s eyes flick up to him, and then to Ford, then back to me. She nods, acting tough, but I can feel her heart pounding through her ribs.
I grab the hem of her sweatshirt and yank it off, baring her tits. Then I duck my head, licking and biting at one while my hand kneads the other. She arches against me, hands clutching my shoulders, digging her nails in.
Ford leans over, licking his lips. “Let me see,” he rasps, and I pull her to the side, showing her off.
He whistles again. “God, you’re pretty,” he purrs, and Ava bites her lip, smirking back at him.
Wes reaches out, brushing her hair off her neck, and then slides his palm down her spine. He takes it slow, savoring it, and she shivers again, goosebumps prickling her skin.
She squirms on my lap, working herself up, rubbing her cunt against the hard bulge in my jeans.
“Greedy little slut,” I chuckle, squeezing her ass.
“You’re the one who started it,” she huffs, a spark of fight in her eyes.
Good.
I want her fighting back.
Ford leans forward, evidently reaching the end of his patience. He tugs her off my lap, standing her up. “Jeans,” he grunts, flicking his chin at her waist. “Off.”
Ava hesitates, then pops the button on her jeans and slides them down, exposing her signature white cotton panties that drive all three of us wild.
She’s trembling now, but I know it’s not from fear.
Her body’s aching for us, practically begging to be stretched and filled and used.
She’s just as fucked up as we are. We’ve created a monster.
Wes helps her balance, his hands on her hips to steady her as she steps out of the jeans. He kneels behind her, planting a kiss on the small of her back, then runs his tongue along her spine. Ava moans, her knees buckling just a little.
I get my own pants off, then my shirt, shoving my boxers down before dropping back onto the couch.
Ford’s naked already, stretched out on the couch with his dick in his hand.
Wes strips Ava’s panties off by tearing them at the seam.
He balls the fabric in his fist and sniffs it, then tosses it at me.
It hits my face and I breathe in her scent, wanting to fuck her so bad I could kill for it.
“I get her ass," Ford pants, hand moving fast over his cock.
“Says who?” Wes scoffs, jerking his head in Ford’s direction.
“You got her mouth first, Raf got her pussy," Ford says, eyes darkening. "So I want her ass.”
“He’s right, you know,” Ava breathes. “It’s only fair.”
I whirl on her, brows shooting up. “You really want that huge dick in your ass, little Dolly?" I murmur, narrowing my eyes. "It’s gonna hurt.”
“Is it?” she asks, sucking in a soft little gasp as she whips her gaze back toward Ford.
Jesus.
She’s really committing to this whole sweet and innocent act.
“I’ll make it good for you, Ava baby,” he replies with a wink, licking his teeth like a psychopath. “Promise.”
She looks unsure, eyes darting between us, fingers twisting together in front of her.
I lean back on the couch and spread my legs wider, patting my lap. “Come here,” I growl, inclining my chin.
She instantly complies, crawling right into my lap and straddling me again. Her bare cunt is already dripping for me, and I line myself up, sliding my cock through her folds, just teasing her entrance. “You want it?” I taunt.
She rolls her hips, breath hitching as she nods.
“You gotta beg for it, baby.”
She blushes, but then she bites down on her lip, meeting my eyes. “Please, big brother. I need it.”
Those words are so wrong they’re right, making me go fucking feral. I ram my dick inside her, all the way to the hilt. She cries out, nails scoring my shoulders as I hold her there, letting her stretch around me, the tightness and heat of her so fucking good.
Ford leans in, thumb circling her clit, and Ava whimpers, clenching around my cock. “Such a good Doll,” he murmurs. “Always ready for us.”
Wes circles around to the back of the couch again, naked now and fisting his cock.
He taps her cheek with it, and she opens her mouth obediently.
He pushes in, slow at first, then deeper, choking her a little.
She gags, but he holds her head, guiding her rhythm.
Her eyes water, but she doesn’t break eye contact, even when spit dribbles down her chin.
I start bouncing her on my lap, driving deeper, every thrust making her moan around Wes’ dick. I can’t get enough of the sounds she makes, the way her pussy squeezes tighter around my cock whenever she gags on Wes.
Ford slides in behind her, kneading her ass cheeks. “Ready to get that ass drilled?” he asks her, mock-sweet.
She shakes her head, eyes wild.
“Too bad, ‘cause you’re gonna,” he grins, swiping a bottle of lube off the side table. No idea how or when he brought that out, but she’ll need it.
He slicks up a finger and teases her ass, circling the rim, then sliding inside. Ava jerks, clenching around me, and I almost lose it right there. I clamp my hand on her hip to keep her steady, fucking her harder, using her body for leverage.
Wes pulls out of her mouth for a second, letting her breathe. She gasps for air, lips swollen and red, eyes glazed. “You good?” he asks.
She nods, then leans forward, mouth open, inviting him back in. He grins, then shoves his dick down her throat again, deeper this time.
Ford adds another finger, stretching her wider. The sound that she makes is guttural, muscles tensing, then relaxing. He pumps them in and out, slow at first, then faster, getting her ready for him as she keeps riding me and sucking Wes.
“Ready, Ava baby?” Ford murmurs, sliding his fingers out of her ass and lining his cock up in their place.
She pops off Wes, glancing over her shoulder at Ford, her voice shaking with shallow pants but her tone absolute. “Yes.”
He starts pushing in slowly, and she fucking screams. Her body tenses, her cunt gripping so tight around my dick I groan, tears leaking from her eyes.
Ford strokes a hand down her spine, easing in another inch, then another, working himself deeper in her ass.
For a second, I wonder if it’s even possible; if her small body can even fit both of us inside her at once.
Then Ford finally bottoms out with a low groan, and it’s a fucking sight– my stepsister stretched around both our dicks, taking everything we give her.
Wes slides back into her mouth, and we all start pumping, falling into a rhythm, using her and pushing her past her limits. She’s a goddamn mess– drooling, crying, gasping for air, but she never once says stop. If anything, she keeps whispering “please, please, please” between mouthfuls of Wes.
We all say filthy things to her– Ford telling her what a perfect slut she is, Wes calling her our Doll, me whispering in her ear how she’s never gonna get enough. We edge the shit out of her, keeping her right at the brink, backing off every time she gets close.
Finally, I decide she’s had enough. I pinch her nipple, her hazy eyes sliding to meet mine. “You wanna come?” I snarl.
She nods frantically as Wes fists her hair, forcing her to swallow him deeper.
“Then take it, slut.”
I rub her clit hard, and she explodes, body spasming as she squirts all over my lap. The sight of it makes me lose control, and I come deep inside her, holding her down on my cock as I pump every drop in.
Ford follows a second later, and I feel the heat of it as he finishes in her ass, groaning her name.
Wes yanks her mouth off his cock, jerks himself a few times, and finishes all over her face and tits, painting her in stripes of white. He stands back, breathless, watching the way the cum drips down her skin.
Ava slumps between us, totally spent, legs quivering, body covered in sweat and spit and everything else.
I laugh as she collapses against me. “Good fucking girl,” I mutter, stroking her hair. For a minute, nobody moves. Just the sound of our breathing and the low static of Ford’s laugh.
Ford wipes his dick on the inside of her thigh, then flops back, arms stretched behind his head like he’s just finished a nice meal. “Fuck, I needed that,” he says.
I slide out of Ava, lifting her up and tossing her down onto the couch beside me. She sprawls out, eyes closed, looking like a used-up ragdoll.
I grab a towel from the coffee table and clean myself off, but before I stand, I look down at her, at the mess dripping from her cunt.
“You know,” I say, voice low and dangerous, “I kinda hope you get pregnant.”
She lifts her head, dazed, and frowns. “W-what?”
I lean over, baring my teeth in a smile. “I hope you get knocked up, Ava,” I murmur. “So you end up exactly like your whore mother.”
The words hit her like a slap. Her lips tremble, eyes wide and glossy. “That’s… what?” she whispers.
I grab her jaw, squeezing hard enough that she whimpers. “You think we don’t know what you did? You think we don’t know how you’ve been playing us, you little bitch? We fucking know.”
She tries to twist away, but I hold her firm. “So what?” she spits, trying to muster up some fight. “You still want me, Raf.”
Wes and Ford don’t come to her defense. If anything, they look just as pissed as I am. Ford’s mouth is a flat line. Wes’s jaw is clenched so tight it looks like it might snap.
“Yeah, I do.” I grin as I let go, shoving her back onto the couch. “But your mother didn’t. And now we have a pathetic little toy to use until we get sick of you, too.”
Ava stares at us, realization dawning in her eyes. For the first time since Halloween, she looks truly, utterly defeated.
“Come on, boys,” I say, standing and pulling on my clothes. “Let’s leave the slut to clean herself up.”
Ford is already dressed, grabbing his jacket. He walks past Ava without a word, not even a glance. Wes hesitates, looking down at her like he might say something, but then he shakes his head, pulling on his clothes and following Ford out the door.
I’m the last to dress and leave, but before I close the door, I look back at Ava. She’s lying eerily still, face streaked with cum and tears as she stares up at the ceiling.
“See you later, Doll,” I call, then slam the door behind me.
In the hallway, Wes and Ford are waiting. Ford’s lighting a cigarette, Wes staring at the floor.
I know I should feel better, that I finally got what I wanted. But as we walk down the stairs, I can’t help but wonder if we just made her more dangerous than ever.
Doesn’t matter. No more games.
Just her destruction.