Second Sets Omnibus

Twenty Two - River

As the music dies, the boys wave their goodbyes at the edge of the stage. Large, beaming grins adorn their faces when the crowd goes nuts, cheering them on with hoots and hollers. Watching from the sidelines, I smile as they jump up and down with their hands in the air. Their music hums through my veins long after the last note. My fingers tap along my bare leg as the beat pounds in my head, never forgotten. Their lyrics will hide in my mind for years to come, even if they fizzle out—highly doubtful at this point. In my mind, we’re already in California, celebrating the win of the Battle of the Bands. Whispered Words isn’t meant for the small stage. They’re meant for the entire world to hear.

“We want more! We want more! We want more!” the crowd chants, pumping their fists in the air.

Kieran’s gaze finds mine immediately. With a nod, he grins more and turns back to the crowd.

“One more!” His voice reverberates through the screaming crowd as they jump for joy.

Standing back, I dig my phone out of my pocket and hold it up for the last time tonight. Kieran gives me the thumbs up, belting out the first line of their encore song. This time when I press record, I test out the live function on ClockTok, hoping to give their other fans a fiery treat of sweaty man meat performing on stage. And boy, their comments don’t disappoint.

So, fucking hot!

I want to lick the sweat from his nipple!

That one makes me snort and shake my head. No one’s licking that man’s or any of these men’s nipples—but me.

Wow! They sound so good! They aren’t signed?

Holy shit, when can I see them in concert? Are you guys coming to Texas?

Come overseas!

Kieran girl for life!

I’d give my left tit for Rad!

Me too, sister. Me too.

Asher looks hot!

Callum’s so cute!

Flashes of their future fame fly through my mind in rapid succession. I realize then Whispered Words would be famous enough one day to have gaggles of girls following their every move, hoping for a piece of their pie if I left for California and stayed with them. Is this what it will be like? Will I have to swim through an ocean of horny women begging for a piece of what’s mine? Fuck. Why are my thoughts suddenly coming to this futuristic planning of bashing in groupies’ faces? Focus on the present, River! And stay in it.

“All right, Central City!” Kieran’s breathless voice booms through the speakers, quieting down the rambunctious crowd, growing drunker and drunker by the minute. “You guys have been great! Thanks for having us! Check-in with us on FlashGram and ClockTok to stay updated on our performances. We’ll see you at Dead End on Halloween. Details are on our sites.” He grins, placing the mic back on its stand, waving one last time as I turn off the recording.

Rad doesn’t waste a minute rushing off stage, whipping his shirt off with an excited whoop. His bare chest glistens with sweat, reflecting off the dull streetlights. It drips down his beautiful abs, forcing my eyes to watch the descent, momentarily stunned by the sight. Shit. They have to stop pulling me in with their bodies, music, and souls. Or I’m a damned goner, for sure. I can keep telling myself over and over that this isn’t going anywhere, that this is in the present. But the more I think about it, the more the future calls. Is it so wrong to want to spend years with them instead of months?

“Pretty Girl!” he shouts, charging toward me at full speed with mischief glistening in his eyes.

I grunt when he slams into me, knocking me off my feet. He chuckles when he lifts me into his arms, and his fingertips dig into my ass cheeks until my legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck.

“Oh my God, you’re so sweaty!” I shriek through laughter, beating a hand into his bare shoulders with fake disgust. I swear every inch of my shirt soaks with his sweat and sticks to my flesh. “Gross!” I shriek when he spins me in circles, roaring with laughter.

Like a child free of worry, he throws his head back, looking up at the sky while clinging to me. These simple moments of pure ecstasy pull me in and keep me in their grasp. When I’m with them—all of them—I’m not River West, the overworked bar manager. I’m just River West—theirs. Carefree from the music infecting my soul, I join him, letting my head fall back and howl at the damn moon.

The full moon shines down on us like a spotlight, aided by the sparkling stars twinkling above in the cloudless sky. A cool breeze blows through my clothes, soothing the nasty sweat from my skin.

“Did we blow your panties off?” Rad rasps, leaning in until his nose touches mine when he stops spinning. “Did we rock that shit hard? Cuz, I think we did.”

His hardened dick presses into my center to prove his point, swiveling around my already-damp panties. The faint memory of his promise an hour before shines like a neon sign in the forefront of my mind. I grind against him, forcing a gasp from his lips, slowly turning into a soft moan.

I grin, rubbing my nose against his, and let everything go. Our lips graze on a soft kiss, and I hum, gliding my tongue along his sealed lips until he lets me in again. I throw caution to the wind, give in to the nagging feeling slowly taking over, and take what I want. I want him again. Over and over. I want him to lay me down and fuck me behind the curtain where anyone can hear my moans but never get a peek.

“Yes. You rocked it,” I whisper against his lips, nibbling them.

“Good. Now we can go to the carnival,” he insists, carrying me toward Kieran, Callum, and Asher, crowded backstage.

“The carnival?” I whisper. “Why not behind the stage?” Rad immediately stops, inspecting my eyes. “You could take me against the stage. I could…” Rad growls, shoving his long tongue down my throat again. I moan into his mouth until he pulls away, shaking his head with regret.

“I have an idea for that. You want to ride me? Let’s ride some rides first.” His eyes sparkle with some knowing look, and he grins, tucking my loose hair behind my ear.

“Don’t keep me waiting for too long,” I whisper, lust dripping from every word, practically moaning into his ear.

“Oh, I won’t,” he says, walking forward again with me in his arms. “Pretty Girl says we rocked her panties off!” Rad whoops, throwing a fist in the air.

“Of course we did,” Asher says in his usual pompous tone, leaving no room for argument. “We were amazing.” His chest puffs out, and his nose raises—cocky shit.

I snort. “Humble much?” Rad drops me to my feet but keeps an arm around my shoulders and me close. Fingers dive into my back pockets, roughly squeezing my ass.

Asher rolls his eyes, drying off his forehead with a white towel. “Always,” he says with a tiny smirk, pulling at his lips, which drops the moment his eyes lock on the advancing figure, beelining it toward the boys.

“Oh, my God!” Tessa screeches from nowhere. Seriously, how does she keep finding us? Like, can’t she go away?

I mentally groan at her screechy voice as she rounds the backstage area and lunges at Kieran. He grunts, reluctantly catching her when she latches on like the little leech she is. I could have sworn I told her I won. Hell, they even made a song about me and not her. Granted, it was called Roaring River—so not sexy. But still. Get your pink press on nails out of my man’s neck and get a move on to someone who wants you.

“What the hell?” he asks, pushing her away and keeping her at arm’s length.

“You were so amazing!” she coos again, side-eyeing me with victory. I’m not sure what kind of victory she’s feeling, but more power to her.

“Uh, thanks,” he says, scratching the back of his neck and looking at me for help.

“I even bought your shirt!” she shrieks again with a grin.

Where the fuck is her handler? Paging annoying Sara, come collect your friend before I pummel her face with my fist. Repeatedly. No one will recognize her when I’m done rearranging her features.

“Pretty Girl,” Rad whispers breathily, running his lips up my jawline. “If you beat her ass, I’ll pound your ass so hard you’ll forget your name. Whattya say?” My breaths quicken when he sucks my earlobe between his teeth, and a soft moan falls from my throat. Well then, in that case. It’s time for an ass beating so I can get my ass pounding.

“That’s it!” I say, pushing forward and away from his horny ass. “Scoot. You’re making the band uncomfortable.” I wave a hand, stepping between Kieran and Tessa with force.

“Um, maybe you’re the one making them uncomfortable, bitch. They happen to like me,” Tessa scoffs at me, crossing her arms with a haughty look.

“Are you sure about that?” Asher asks in a sharp tone. If it were a whip, he’d have left a mark.

Her mouth drops open in defeat, looking at each of the guys for confirmation.

“Tess, you’re a nice girl. We had our fun, remember?” My stomach drops when Kieran says that, and my face falls. They fucked before? Why does that make my green-eyed monster growl even more?

“It was fun,” she says, batting her eyelashes. “But I was hoping for a little more. I’m throwing a party tonight at my apartment. All the party favors will be available. You know, for old time’s sake,” she giggles.

I narrow my eyes at Kieran, who scoffs.

“We’ve got plans, but thanks,” Kieran says, pulling my back to his front. “And it doesn’t include you.”

Hurt glistens in Tessa’s eyes, and she gives a pitiful nod. “I’ll see you around then. But if you ever get tired of the trash, come to the queen,” she snarls, tossing her hair over her shoulder, and giving me one last scathing look.

Who’s the trash here? Because it’s definitely not me. I’m the mother fucking queen, and it’s about damn time someone knocked her off her high horse. I volunteer as the damn tribute because this bitch is two seconds away from meeting the special piece in my pocket.

“No. You won’t see them around. Take your stuck-up ass and scoot. I won, remember? And if I ever catch you sniffing around like the desperate poodle you are, I will cut you. They. Are. Mine.” I don’t know what happens, but something possessive takes over my tongue, and I’m just a passenger on this crazy train ride called: stamping my name on their asses.

By the time her stunned face recovers from my verbal lashing, she’s huffing and puffing like she might blow my house away. Down, big bad bitchy wolf. There’s nothing here for you.

“You heard her,” Asher reaffirms with a growl, stepping between us. “Go home.” With a flick of his wrist, Tessa stumbles with a crestfallen face and tears in her pitiful eyes.

When Tessa disappears into the shadows, a boohooing mess, Asher turns to me with a grin exploding across his lips. The boys exchange a suspicious look, and with one nod, suddenly the walls close, and four bodies press on either side of me, creating a circle around me. I’m at the center of their attention and panting with need.

“It’s about damn time you know your place,” Kieran says, moving my hair over my shoulder. “You’re the fucking queen of Whispered Words, understand? And next time, knock her teeth loose,” he chuckles, kissing the side of my lips.

Callum’s face blooms red, and he shyly takes my hand, squeezing our fingers together. “You’re-you’re the queen, Little Star.” His eyes drop to the pavement, fluttering, his long lashes fanning his cheek.

“Now, let’s pack up our shit, and then let’s go take a ride,” Asher smirks knowingly, cocking his head. “You’d like a ride or four, right, Little Brat?”

Heat envelops every inch of my body when he licks his lips and nods in the carnival’s direction to our right. Laughs and screams come from the area. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end when I try to wrap my brain around what he’s saying.

“Um, this isn’t exactly the kind of ride I expected,” I say, looking out through the large cage of the Ferris wheel resting high in the sky above the town.

The cage encompasses the whole cabin, enclosing all of us in the six-seater ride. Usually, I’d enjoy the carnival rides, but the first thing Rad insisted on was this Ferris wheel. It soars above the city, boasting an enormous height, claiming to ride higher than normal carnival Ferris wheels. Lights flicker in the distance from the towns around us when we finally reach the top. The other carnival-goers’ distant sounds echo through the metal cage coming from below. From here, they’re tiny ants marching along the darkened ground and barely visible from here.

Abruptly, we stop at the tippy top, leaving us with a breathtaking view of our broken city. I see the darkened outlines of houses, tall businesses, and the tops of trees for miles. The cool October wind whips through the cage, blowing my long strands as I sit nestled between Kieran and Callum on a bench-like seat.

“You’re-you’re shivering,” Callum murmurs, pulling me into him. His fingers run up and down my arms, alleviating the goosebumps spreading across my flesh.

“I have an idea,” Asher says with a smirk, taking me in snuggling up to Callum.

I raise my brow. “Oh, yeah? Like maybe getting off this ride?” I quip, and he grins more, shrugging.

“Or you could be a good little brat and strip every piece of clothing off your body and then hand them over.” As he delivers the words, the phrase the woman was too stunned to speak bounces around inside my head.

As I stare into the hazel-eyed devil’s eyes, my entire body locks up, pressed between Callum and Kieran. That familiar tug in my gut heats at the mere look he sends my way. Adding insult to injury, he drags his tongue along his bottom lip, wetting it, so it’s glistening under the Ferris wheel lights. And I melt. I fucking melt under his scrutiny, and that’s just bullshit. He gave me a simple demand, and here I am, lusting over one little tongue flick.

More vicious shivers run through me, despite not feeling an ounce of cold. Because, yeah—it’s not because of that. Every inch of my body heats, and I swear my heartbeat plays a symphony in my ears. Just from Asher’s words. Fuck. Me. I’m sick, and the only ailment to relieve my sickness is the four dicks searing me with expectation.

So, I play dumb.

“What?” I barely comprehended the demand he gave me. Blinking, my lips pop open when he does that sexy guy thing and leans his elbows on his widely spread knees. His thumb caresses his pointed chin, and he smirks again, watching my reactions like a hawk. Asher Montgomery knows precisely what he’s doing when he leans forward, cocking a brow.

“You heard me, Little Brat. There’s a reason we’re stopped at the top of the world. Now, strip,” he demands again, roaming his hungry eyes all over my body, taking in my heaving chest and trembling fingers.

“Why… Why should I listen to you?” I ask breathlessly, shaking my head.

There’s no way in hell I should listen to a word he says. Sure, he’s calmed his Assface ways down these past three weeks since we started planning. Dare I say he’s been cordial? But he’s still Asher Montgomery—assface extraordinaire—Evil Ash—the boogeyman in my closet, taunting me with his devilish, warm hazel eyes, lighting me up from the inside out.

Fire ignites everywhere when he looks me up and down, his want desperately showing to the world. My weak heart pounds against my ribs, echoing in my damn ears at that one simple look, begging me to defy his demands.

For him, I am a brat—his little brat, more specifically. Asher has this way about him that draws this need to rebel out of me without even trying. I can’t help but fight the feelings brewing inside me, especially when he drives me fucking insane.

This push and pull between us has me on the edge of craving his demands. I want to fall to my knees and bend to his will. With resistance, of course. That’s how our relationship has worked so far. He pushes. I pull. Somewhere along the way, we’ve gotten into this tension-filled relationship, and one of us is about to crack.

Asher cracks his knuckles and shrugs.

Rad grins, getting to his knees in the cramped space. “Fuck Asher. Take off your clothes for me—for them,” he says, nodding to Callum and Kieran pressing in on either side of me.

Crawling in my direction on the hard metal floor, Rad finally stops right before me with desire dilating his pupils, making them as dark as shadows. My breath halts in my damn chest when his warm hands spread my legs open. Soft fingers inch up my exposed thighs, drawing circles against my flesh.

“You can’t be serious. We’re on the Ferris wheel. There are other people,” I gasp when the palm of his hand grinds against my teased center, still excited from all the stolen moments before and after the show.

Despite the growing desire flaming to life in my abdomen at the potential eyes watching us, I still have reservations about dropping my pants in public. Anyone could see what we’re about to do.

“Did you see other people?” Asher lazily asks, leaning back on the bench opposite us with his legs still spread apart.

I frown, looking below at the empty carts rattling in the wind with no people in sight on the ride. The only voices for miles away are the people walking below, oblivious to what’s about to happen. If I let it, that is.

“Um, well—no,” I stammer, shaking my head. “There’s no way.” I throw my head back when Rad’s fingers dive into my pussy unexpectedly from the sides of my shorts and he pulls my panties to the side, completely exposing me to him.

“I knew you’d be wet for this, Pretty Girl,” he whispers, licking up my thigh. His fingers mercilessly dive in and out of my pussy, scissoring when his fingers bottom out.

I cry out, reaching for Kieran’s and Callum’s hands and squeezing hard. “Holy fuck,” I pant, arching my back and begging for more.

Everything ceases to exist at the moment when my eyes roll into the back of my head. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm, Rad pulls back completely, purposely leaving me a wet and needy mess.

“Ashton,” I whisper his full name, making him moan.

“Take your damn clothes off, Little Brat,” Asher barks in a voice dripping with desire. “There’s no one else on this fucking ride. Rad slipped the guy fifty bucks to leave us up here for thirty minutes. So, what are you going to do to pass the time?” he growls, leaning his elbows on his knees.

His hazel eyes eat me alive when I stare him down. Even when I lift my shirts over my head and toss them to him, I keep eye contact.

“Lean forward,” Kieran demands, undoing my bra and bringing it down my arms when I do so.

The cool metal of the ride bites into my skin when I lean back, gasping for air. My breasts rise and fall rapidly, begging for their lips to attach around my puckered nipples.

“Good girl,” Ash purrs, studying my breasts in the pale moonlight mixed with the beautiful red and blues illuminated by the Ferris wheel, bouncing off my flesh.

“Now take off your shorts and hand your panties over,” Asher demands, holding out a hand and curling his fingers. His jaw clenches when I don’t immediately bend over and do as he asks.

“Make me,” I grit my teeth, snarling in his direction. If he wants my damn panties, he can come take them off with his fucking teeth.

“Asher has officially entered the ring,” Rad whispers with a grin, eyeing Asher as he falls to his knees in the confined space and crawls to me with determination.

Raising a brow, he silently questions me again with every slide in my direction. I sit firm. Our cart sways as he inches closer and closer, finally settling in front of me. His lip peels back when he leans closer, a breath away from my lips.

“Be a good little brat and take your panties off for me,” he whispers with demand, wrapping his long fingers around my throat. My breath shudders when he takes control, tightening his hold around my throat and squeezing until my heartbeat pounds against his palm.

“Take them off, and I’ll let them fuck you,” he whispers an inch from my lips, teasing me with the tip of his tongue.

“Make. Me,” I hiss in defiance, begging Asher to yank down my shorts and panties and hate fuck me into oblivion.

Having Asher Montgomery on his knees, staring lustful hate vehemently into my eyes, should scare the panties directly off me. Instead, empowerment fills me, and my courage grows. No matter what happens, he will work for this pussy after everything he’s ever said to me.

“Oh, Pretty Girl. You’re asking for it,” Rad chuckles, drawing circles on my inner thigh.

“Take off her damn shorts and then her panties,” Asher demands Rad, never taking his eyes off mine. He holds me with his stare, a cocky smirk pulling the edge of his lips.

“As you wish,” Rad hums, not waiting for my approval.

When Rad works my shorts and panties down my legs, I don’t fight him. Even when I’m bare for the world to see and the chilly breeze puckers my nipples, I don’t swat him away as I should because I want this. I want to be at their mercy under Asher’s intense stare. I want them to fuck me in this stupid metal cart high above the city with only the wind as our witness.

With a grin, Rad hands Asher my panties without hesitation.

“Look at me,” Asher whispers, a breath away from my lips again.

Bringing my thong to his nose, he inhales deeply and shuts his eyes with a groan of approval. The noises he makes go straight to my dripping pussy, convulsing around nothing.

“You are wet for us, aren’t you? Do you want them to fuck you, Little Brat? Do you want their cocks so deep inside you that you feel them for the next few days?” Asher whispers, loosening his grip on my throat.

Straightening my thong until the moist material glistens in the lights, Asher runs the length of his tongue along the fabric with a guttural groan, reveling in my arousal.

“Now,” he rasps with dilated eyes. Undoing his pants, he settles himself on the bench across from us. “I want you to fuck them,” he demands once again, bringing his massive dick out through the fly of his jeans. He moans, wrapping my panties around his aching cock, and slowly strokes himself. Never taking his eyes off me as he does. Up and down my panties go, gliding over his hardened dick.

“Do you do this often?” I rasp, looking between the four of them with wonder.

“What’s that?” Kieran groans, sucking on my neck. His fingers roam, squeezing my tit and pinching my nipple.

“Sharing like this,” I moan, leaning my head back and falling into the pleasurable sensations taking over my body.

Silence fills the caged car. Nothing but my heavy breaths fill the air. I peek an eye open, greeted by their heat-filled gazes when they look at one another and shake their heads.

“I’m not in the habit of sharing what’s mine,” Asher says with finality, a growl brewing in the back of his throat as he strokes himself with my panties again, picking up speed. “But for you? For them? It seems to be a packaged deal.”

“Only twice before,” Rad whispers, sucking my nipple into his mouth. “With you. Kieran and Callum. Those were the only times.”

My breaths shudder again, and I loudly cry out. My voice echoes through the cage, and I’m sure if there were other people here, they’d know exactly what we were up to in this isolated cage—raised high in the sky with no soul in sight.

“Turn around,” Rad says, twirling his finger. “Put your ass in the air and let me finally fuck my pussy raw.” Possession seizes his voice, knocking it into a low growl.

I moan when I lean down, putting my elbows on the bench and my knees on the floor. Rad runs a finger down my spine and spreads my cheeks, blowing his warm breath down my crack. Digging his fingers into my hips, he lines himself up, dragging himself through my arousal dripping out of my cunt.

“You remember what I said before, right, Pretty Girl? There will never be a barrier between us ever again. There hasn’t been for three weeks, and now is no exception,” he rasps, collecting my hair into his fist, and pulling my back against his chest. “You’re the only one I’ve gone raw with,” he breathes into my neck. “The only one I want to feel pulsating around my bare cock.”

“Yes,” I moan my approval, giving a firm nod.

I cry out when he plows into me and stills, reveling in my clenching cunt. My orgasm sits on the cusp of bursting, aching for him to continue his thrusts and bring me to oblivion.

“Jesus,” he rasps, breathing heavily into my neck. “Your pussy feels like a fucking vise around my cock. You’re going to milk every damn ounce of my cum. You got that? I’m going to spill so hard,” he moans, burying his face in my neck, pounding into me harder and harder until he slows again.

“Callum,” Kieran calls to his stunned friend, rubbing his fingers along my chin. Drawing my eyes up to his, he gives me a soft smile.

“Yeah-yeah?” Callum rasps, squeezing his dick through his jeans with stiff movements. He stares at me in awe, watching my tits bounce when Rad picks up his pace again.

“Are you ready to take Callum’s cock in your mouth, Pretty Girl?” Rad whispers in my ear, slowing his thrusts and stills again. He groans when I squeeze around him, giving him my answer.

“Do you want that?” I ask through heavy breaths, licking my lips.

Through my lashes, I gaze up at Callum with want, begging to feel his warmth slide down my throat and coat it. We’ve kissed, touched, and held hands, but he’s never alluded to being ready for more. Hiding away, he usually sits on the sidelines in wait, stroking himself and watching with rapt attention as Rad or Kieran fuck me into oblivion. Only the one time he stepped up to the plate and came on my ass. Tonight, though, feels different from those occasions. I feel it in my bones tonight that Callum’s ready to advance to the next base and take what he wants.

Callum’s eyes widen, taking a heavy breath. “Only if you want to,” he whispers, squeezing his dick again through his jeans and moaning at the simplest sensation.

My pussy flutters at the sound of his deep moan, and I lick my lips, eager for a taste.

“Oh, yeah. I definitely think she wants to,” Rad strains, pulling my elbows off the bench.

“Scoot over, Callum,” Asher barks out his desperate demand, lending Callum the extra push he needs. “Pull your dick out and get it wet in her mouth.” Callum swallows hard, fumbling to get his dick out of his jeans. When he scoots over, he looks down at me with excitement, lust, and a hint of fear. “Good. Now, rub the tip along her lips. Ah,” Asher grunts through his directions, breathing heavily and slowing his pace. Leaning back, Ash stops his strokes and stares at the ceiling with glazed-over eyes.

Licking my lips, I look up at Callum. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “I want to suck you off,” I whisper, putting my hands on his knees, gently squeezing.

He shakes his head, a pink tint taking over his cheeks. “I’ve never…” He closes his eyes in shame and takes a deep breath. “When it happens, I’ll remember it forever. I didn’t want it to be just anyone,” he whispers, trailing a shaky finger down my jaw and tracing over my popped-open lips. “But if I have to relive this moment over and over for the next one hundred years, I want it to be you.”

A drum plays in my chest when he grabs his dick and gently strokes his girth. No one says a word when I lean forward and let him use me how he wants. If his memory doesn’t let him forget, I’ll make this the most incredible experience of his life. There will be no doubt that this will be the moment running through his mind in ten years when he pops a chub randomly in public and curses my name.

“River, fuck,” he hisses when I scrape my teeth lightly over his tip and take him all the way in until my cheeks hollow out, and he lets out a deep, drawn-out moan.

Taking a deep breath, I shove him further until he feels the contractions of my throat and moans, grabbing my hair. My pussy clenches, convincing Rad to continue his thrusts with new abandon, slamming our hips together.

Fingers twirl around my clit, calling my orgasm, and bringing me back to the edge of the cliff. I moan around Callum’s dick, earning a pleasing groan in return. His hips lift off the bench, shoving himself down my throat even more until he stills, reveling in my contracting throat. Every muscle in his body tightens, and his fingers grab my hair like a handlebar, slamming into my face until he cries out, arching his back, and finally, his salty come splashes down my throat.

Callum’s eyes widen when he pulls his semi-hard dick from my mouth with a lazy grin, leaving him in a blissful state. His fingers retrace my lips, gliding over the warmth of his come spread across my glistening lips.

“You missed some,” he whispers, gently shoving his thumb in my mouth. My tongue swirls around his thumb, sucking the spilled come from his flesh and swallowing it down without complaint.

“Such a good girl,” Asher groans, throwing his head back with several labored breaths falling between his parted lips. White sticky come spills from the tip of his dick, jutting directly into my thong, encasing his length. His heavy breath fills the cart, and another look of contentment passes over his face. “Fuck, River,” he mumbles through heavy breaths, staring at the ceiling of the cart with glazed-over eyes.

“My turn,” Rad says, ramming into me so hard I double over, coming all over his cock. “Fuck,” he shouts, digging his teeth into my shoulder and coming deep inside me with a shout. “You feel that, Pretty Girl?” he whispers in my ear as his fingers roam over my naked body. Squeezing my breast, he groans, slowly pulling out. “That’s what marks you as mine. No matter how far you get, I’ll always find you.” It’s a promise, not a threat, weaved in his possessive tone.

I shiver when Rad’s come drips down my thighs, sticking to my flesh. As the cool breeze blows through the cart, a shiver works through me. And the moment my eyes connect with the mismatched gaze looking down at me, my pussy clenches again.

Kieran softly moans, stroking his thick length. With one silent demand and finger curl, I crawl toward him on my hands and knees, stopping when I’m directly between his sprawled open legs. Biting into his lip, he moans when I place my hand over his, adding more pressure around his thick cock. Moans spill from his throat when I lean forward, licking his shaft toward his weeping tip. I groan when the taste of his pre-cum lands on my tongue, making my pussy ache even more.

Without wasting a second, Kieran pulls me off the ground and settles me in his lap until I’m straddling him with my knees, biting into the cool metal. His lips savagely attack mine in such a heated kiss my damn toes curl, and I grind against his hard dick.

“I couldn’t wait for a second longer, but we’re going to have to hurry,” he rasps, gripping my hips with bruising force. “Can I fuck you raw?” he whispers, moving his tip over my sensitive clit in heavy circles, sending goosebumps down my flesh. Every part of me shivers as he plays with me how he wants.

“Yes,” I gasp out in desperation, sinking onto him until he’s nestled deep inside my cunt.

“You feel so damn good,” he whispers before plunging his tongue back into my mouth, desperately dancing with mine until we’re out of breath.

Working him up and down, I moan when his fingers twirl around my clit, bringing another orgasm slamming right through me, and I clamp down on him.

“Watching you with my friends was torture. I kept thinking that it should be all me. But feeling Rad’s cum dripping from you and knowing mine will be there too has me on edge. I’m going to come now,” he moans, slamming his hips up into mine until his warmth fills me.

Slumping against his shoulder, I try to regain my breath just as the Ferris wheel slowly comes back to life, and we’re jerked forward from the force.

“Time to get dressed,” Rad whispers, helping me dismount Kieran, who tucks himself back into his jeans.

“H-here,” Callum says gently, coming before me with my bra in his hands. Working the straps up my arms, he clasps the back of my bra together, only fumbling a little and gently kissing my shoulder. Rad hands me the Property of Whispered Words shirt and helps me put it over my head. He clings tight to my original shirt, clasping it.

“We’re almost to the bottom,” Ash says in a lazy tone, standing beside me. He grins, holding up my come-filled panties, dripping with his essence onto the floor between us. “Now, for being such a damn brat, you’re going to put this back on. You’re going to wear it home and remember what happens when you disobey me. Next time, I’ll bend you over my knee, spank your ass raw, and then fuck your tight hole.” Asher leaves no room for argument, cocking his brow and watching the delighted twitches erupting across my face.

Jesus. Everything clenches, including my offended asshole. No one has touched it in a long time, especially not this dick. But I bite my tongue for once, reaching for the soaked thong, and put it on. His warm come sticks to my tiny hairs and my lower lips, mixing with his friends’ come as it drips from my sopping pussy. It’s like they’ve marked me and ruined me for everyone else. As the ride comes to a halt, I slip my flip-flops back on and turn toward the door, waiting for it to unlock.

The man operating the Ferris wheel turns bright red the moment our eyes meet, letting me know we had an audience of one. Despite being up so high, my loud moans must have traveled down here. Thankfully, no one else was in line after us.

Rad wraps an arm around my shoulders as Callum takes my hand, interlocking our fingers together.

“Thanks for the ride, man,” Rad says, digging a wad of cash from his pockets. The man doesn’t utter a word when we awkwardly walk away with looks of utter satisfaction lining our faces.

Other carnival goers roam the area with drinks in their hands. Since the sun went down, the children left, and the adults stayed to play. But they don’t pay us any mind, not knowing what we did in that unsuspecting Ferris wheel cart.

I groan with the wetness pooling more in my panties. With every miserable step, their combined cum leaks from me, running down my legs.

“You wanna go home, Pretty Girl? Or come over?” Rad asks, kissing my cheek when we get to the SUV still parked near the stage.

I contemplate my life in a matter of three seconds. Ma is probably sleeping and doing okay, and I don’t have any other obligations in the morning, making my decision ten times easier.

“Take me back to your place,” I squeal when Rad picks me up, throws me in the backseat, and climbs on top of me. Looking up, Callum grins, lifting my head so it’s on his thigh. His fingers run through my messy strands as he looks out the window, not once reaching to put his earbuds in.

“I’m still running down your leg, aren’t I?” He grins with satisfaction, running his fingers over my soaked thighs, and smearing the leaking come sticking to my flesh. “Lick it,” he says, rubbing his wet fingers along my lips until I open wide and suck all their essence off his fingers.

“Jesus,” Asher curses, swerving the SUV.

“Eyes on the road, dickbag,” Rad grumbles, sucking on my neck.

“Can’t you fucking wait? Why does this have to happen in my car? And when do I get my turn?” Asher gripes, choking the steering wheel.

Rad grins, biting my neck and sucking my flesh between his teeth. “The Ferris wheel was just the beginning,” he whispers, loudly popping off my neck. “There’s more in store for you back at the house. You ready, Pretty Girl? We’re going to fuck you all night long.”

Staring into his eyes, I see the promise nestled deep; all I can do is nod.

“Rock my world, Ashton,” I whisper, earning a groan and an eager tongue down my throat.