31. Nolan
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NOLAN
M y desire is a cruel, wicked thing. It’s a sinister agent of chaos that wraps invisible chains around us both as I take Juliet’s mouth like a man possessed.
I fucking devour her.
And she lets me.
When the sound of voices grows closer to where we are, I pull back, licking the taste of her from my lips and loving the blown wide pupils that stare back at me. For a moment, I want to track Lex down and confess the truth to him. I get it now. Why he spent years watching this girl, stealing things from her, taking pictures of her and plastering them across his wall.
She has a way of making men lose themselves in her. Stormy seas have nothing on Juliet Donovan’s eyes. They say that to desire something so desperately is a sin. She is temptation incarnate. I want to rip her apart and bury myself so deep inside of her that both of us forget where one ends and the other begins.
“Nolan—” I rip her up from the ground, cutting off whatever she’s going to say. One more word from her and I’ll have her stripped bare and my cock so deep in her cunt that I won’t give a fuck who finds us. I’d let the whole fucking school watch her choke my cock with her pussy and I wouldn’t give a damn about whether she’d hate me afterwards or not.
Juliet stumbles at the suddenness of the movement and I catch her against me, bending and then sweeping my arm around the back of her thighs. The natural instinct she has to open herself and wrap her legs around my waist and cling makes my dick pound against the front of my pants. If I have any hope of making sure this will be a repeat performance in the future, we need privacy, and there’s no fucking way I’m going to be able to wait until we get back to my house.
Picking a direction at random, I turn and stride off, moving away from the voices and the party and the bonfires. Juliet shivers, arms tightening around me. I stomp over the dewy grass and into the darkness beyond the old farmhouse where these parties are so often held.
“What are you planning?” she murmurs, as if she doesn’t feel this bowstring of need inside the way I do, but is merely curious about where the monster she clings to plans to take her. I don’t respond. My craving chokes me into silence.
I stride into the very woods that I’d once sent Lex and Gio into to save her from herself—my brave, stupid girl. Saving someone who wouldn’t have thought twice about two assholes leading her into the darkness to be taken advantage of. It makes me want to bend her over my knee and spank her ass until it’s red and hot, then rail that glowing backside of hers until she’s screaming my name.
Each step jostles her against my cock, sliding her against me in a maddening test of my endurance. I keep going, placing one foot in front of the other until there’s nothing but silence and the sound of our breathing. I come to a stop in a clearing where the treetops part to allow slivers of moonlight to spill down and illuminate her face as she raises it and looks back at me.
Charcoal lashes against such pale cheeks. Rose colored lips. The scent of whatever she was drinking lingers between us, something spicy and tart. Slowly, she unlocks her legs from my waist and slides down my body until her feet hit the soft ground underfoot. I release her from my hands, but not from my gaze.
She takes one step back and then another and another. Her whole body is trembling, and a wicked smile graces my lips when I see the sharp points of her nipples poking at her shirt. It’s not fear she’s feeling.
“Strip.” One word makes it out of my mouth. A command.
Juliet’s ice-blue eyes are locked on my face. She doesn’t immediately move and in reaction, I shrug out of my jacket, tossing it to the forest floor. Then, I reach for my shirt, tugging it off over my head and letting it follow the same path. I unbuckle my belt, but leave it on as my fingers graze the button and zipper of my pants. I arch an eyebrow at her.
“If you want to wear those clothes outside of these woods, I highly suggest you take them off,” I say, casually popping the button and watching her gaze drop down, sliding over my chest and lower. “I have no issue carrying your naked ass back to my fucking bike in front of the entire fucking school.”
Her tits rise and fall with each breath, sharp, ragged, hungry. Juliet’s eyes slowly lift back to my face, and I know—she’s just like me. Broken inside. Bleeding. Perfect for us in every way.
She’s a fighter, a survivor, and I want to show her that.
I’m going to show her that she, too, can endure an untold amount of pain … and pleasure.
I take a step towards her, daring her. Juliet smooths a hand down her stomach, drawing my keen interest as I watch her grip the hem of her shirt and lift it. Arms cross as the fabric rises, revealing smooth skin and a plain black bra. My throat dries up. She throws the shirt onto the pile I’ve created and then reaches for her leggings, shoving them down her long, impossibly ready to be stretched wide to take my fucking cock between them, legs.
Frowning, I tilt my head to the side as she takes the time to work them over her sneakers instead of removing them entirely. When she’s in nothing but a scrap of fabric that covers her pussy and that bra, she stops. I bare my teeth.
“All of it,” I demand.
Another step forward, but this time when she backs up, a grin eases across her face. Then, she says the two words bound to make any hungry man such as myself lose his fucking mind.
“ Make. Me. ”
My nostrils flare and her grin widens into a full-blown smile right before she takes off. For a moment, I’m stunned into place—watching the fluttering strands of her blue hair as it disappears into the darkness of the forest.
She’s running from me?
With a snarl, I dive after her. Something primal drives me forward, an animal instinct I didn’t know I had until she threw down her challenge. The sound of her laughter drifts back to me and I stop, mid step, turning as it echoes up to the tops of the trees.
Diabolical woman. Her laughter is all around with no hint to where she’d gone, and if there’s one thing I know about Juliet, it’s that she’s smart. She won’t go down easy. If I want her—and I’ve never wanted anything as much as I do this fucking woman—then I’ll have to make her submit, just like she asked.
Slow, even breaths. In and out. Inhale. Exhale. There . A soft shampoo scent drifts to me from my left. I turn and start tracking her. I spent half of my childhood in woods just like this, camping, hiding from my father when I could, spending time at that infernal hunting cabin when the guys and I needed to get away. She might think she has me caught in her trap, but she’s wrong. Soon, she’ll be the one in mine.
I was born to hunt her.
My legs eat the distance between us, searching, seeking. Seconds pass into minutes as I follow her through the darkness. I can only guess at the actual amount of time that’s come and gone. All I know is that each moment makes my desire for her that much more intense. If she keeps pushing like this, when I do inevitably find her—I’m going to shred her cunt with my cock and laugh when she screams through my revenge.
I pause as wood snaps to my right. The low hiss that follows heightens my arousal. I smile.
Got you, Princess.
Feet silent. Heartbeat pounding against my ribcage, I creep closer to the location of the sound. A thready need ricochets through my bones. My bloodstream is liquid violence and all of it directed at one blue-haired seductress. Sideways, I sidle around a large oak and inhale. Shampoo and something utterly feminine hits my nostrils. Almost there.
Another twig snaps under what sounds like a sneakered foot—now her actions make sense. Our girl is such a fucking giver, even when we don’t realize that she matches us in every way we never knew we needed.
Closer and closer, I move until a bright flash of pale skin enters my vision, and there she is. I watch her shift on her feet where she kneels on the ground. She doesn’t even seem all that concerned with all of the skin on display. The round cheeks of her ass are hidden beneath bikini style underwear that I mentally promise to shred the second I have her under me. Any other underwear she has back at my house will disappear soon too.
Then, the movement of her hands on the ground has me frowning as I tilt my head and edge closer. She seems to be setting up… something? I have to hold back a bark of laughter as I see her hands brush together several twigs and leaves to the side. A snort almost escapes me as she hisses again and in the near dark of the woods, fumbles with some sort of rock as she digs and digs and digs from the opening she’s cleared away.
I almost want to watch her finish, to see how far she’ll go to dig the hole that I’m sure she expects to lead me to. I shake my head, though. Stepping into something like that without warning could break someone’s ankle. This is a game and she’s so far out of her depth.
Shifting closer, I see the exact moment when she realizes she’s no longer alone. Her head lifts up, but I’m on her before she can give up on her little attempt of slowing me down and bolt. A sharp squeak of surprise leaves her lips as I haul her into my arms, turn, and shove her back against the bark of a tree.
Blue eyes wide in the dim light, she gapes at me. “You’re faster than I expected…” she pants.
“And you’re not as drunk as I thought,” I reply. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have made it that far.”
“I was feeling good,” she says, “but I told you that I wasn’t that drunk. I can hold my liquor.”
“So you did.” And so she can.
We stare at each other, her breasts shoved up against my chest, nearly toppling out of her bra. All it would take was one finger and I could slide a cup down and take her pretty pointed nipples between my lips. Her belly hollows out in time with her ragged breathing.
“Trying to hurt me, Princess?” I ask, arching an eyebrow as I nod my head back to her half-finished trap.
She blinks. “Just trying to slow you down a bit.”
I hum in the back of my throat and grind my hips into her front. My cock strains, pulsing with a need to be inside her. Not yet, though. I have more in store for my little runaway.
“And now?” I ask. “Do you want me to go slow now, Princess?”
Her pulse throbs in her neck, the thump thump thump a rapid beat that tells me she’s as turned on by my appearance as I am by her sweet game. Before she can answer me, however, a fresh sound cracks in the near distance. I stiffen and drop my arms from her, turning and keeping her against the tree, barricaded there by my own body as I search the trees.
A familiar figure appears from beyond one of them and I almost grin. Oh, this is going to be even better than anticipated.
“Nolan?” Her hand hesitates against my back and then slides up my spine. Goosebumps rise along my flesh.
Pivoting back around, she swallows a surprised yelp as I drag her from the tree and force her in front of me just as Gio steps from the gloom. Her head swivels from him to me and back again. “G? What are you?—”
I don’t let her finish her question. Placing both hands on her shoulders, I shove her down roughly until her knees hit the dirt and leaf-strewn forest floor. Gio’s eyes are on her, eating up all of that bared skin of hers, and I know without looking at the front of his jeans that he’s just as turned on as I am. My cell still sits in my back pocket. No doubt, he’d used the app that Lex designed and put on all our phones to find us here.
“I think you know what he’s here for, Jules,” I murmur, waving Gio closer. He follows my silent command and doesn’t stop until he’s standing right in front of her. On her knees between us, Juliet’s face is eye level with his crotch.
“Were you playing with Nolan, Prep Girl?” Gio asks, hand drifting out to smooth over her cheek. “Teasing him the way you tease us all?”
“I wasn’t?—”
My fingers find her hair, digging into her scalp as I grip a handful. Her words dry up as I yank her head back and look down into her glittering eyes. There’s a line of danger in her expression that cautions me on what I’ll do next. Juliet isn’t some meek, uninspired woman. If we push her too hard, too fast, she’ll go straight for the jugular. If it’s at all possible, I’d swear to God or any entity in the universe that my dick hardens even further at the warning in her gaze.
I grin down at her. “Open your mouth, Princess,” I command. “And suck G’s cock. Don’t stop until he comes, and when he does … maybe then you can have yours.”
G’s already on the move, his hands sliding to the front of his jeans as he quickly frees himself. Dragging his other hand up his front, he takes the hem of his shirt and holds it between his teeth as he moves forward. I release Juliet’s hair, and her eyes go immediately to his cock. The fact that she’s not punching me in mine right now lets me know, more than anything else, that she wants this as much as we do.
She leans forward and when Gio offers her the head of his dick, she licks around the weeping slit of him. A low groan echoes up from his chest and he pushes forward harder. Her hands look so fucking small on his shaft, closing around him and stroking. His fingers sink into her hair, holding her in place as he gently nudges himself further in between her lips.
While she’s distracted by swallowing him down, I move in to do my own work. I reach behind her and unsnap the clips of her bra. Her hands drop automatically and I quickly remove the offending piece of fabric, tossing it to the ground. Her hands return to Gio’s dick and I go to my knees behind her.
Her back stiffens a moment before my hands make contact with her skin, smoothing around her front. I grip her thighs and pull them apart. “Keep them just like this,” I whisper against her ear as I slip my fingers into the front of her panties.
I find her greedy little cunt soaking wet. She moans around Gio’s cock in her mouth. His white teeth flash in the darkness as he practically snarls through his own pleasure. He thrusts himself forward, Juliet’s head bobbing as I slip first one finger deep into her pussy and then two.
We’re about to rock her fucking world.
* * *
JULIET
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
Gio’s cock spreads my lips wide around his girth as he thrusts into my mouth. At first, it’s shallow, little motions to get me used to having his length slide over my tongue as I inhale the scent of his musk.
Between my legs, I can feel myself soaking the fabric of my panties and Nolan’s hand. He spread my legs wide, my knees buried in the dirt and twigs and leaves. Now, he spears me and fucks into me with curved fingers. The base of his palm rubs against my clit, making me whimper in the back of my throat.
Gio seems to love that sound because each time I do it, he practically growls and thrusts a bit harder. The bulb of his cock and the piercing at the head smooths over my tongue. The metal quickly warms as I lick and suck and drag my lips and tongue along the shaft of his dick.
Over and over again, I sink down the length of him and then pull back up. His fingers in my hair drive me down harder still. As if it’s not nearly enough that I’m down here, on my knees in the mud, in the dark, for him. He wants more. They both do.
“Do you like Gio fucking your mouth while I tease you like this, Princess?” Nolan’s filthy words drift into my head, the heat of his breath pressed to my neck as his naked chest rubs against my spine.
My breasts feel heavy, the nipples pointed and needy. I whimper again and Gio curses, dropping the hem of his shirt from his mouth. I half expect him to remove himself from my lips, but instead, his hand leaves the back of my head and he merely leaves himself in my mouth as he whips his t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it aside with my forgotten bra.
The jean fabric of his pants is rough under my palms, but at least it gives me something to grip onto as he finds my head once more and this time, clasps both hands at the back of my head.
“Don’t want to answer me?” Nolan asks, sliding a third finger into my cunt and spreading all of them wide enough that my hips buck against him.
I can’t fucking answer him! I want to scream, but he knows that. It’s not like I can talk with my mouth full of cock, and Gio shows no sign of releasing me from his grasp as he begins to thrust against my mouth in earnest.
“Hmmmm.” Nolan’s soft hum is the only warning I get as he withdraws his fingers from my core and strokes up the rounded curve of my belly, leaving a trail of wetness behind. My eyes shut as I suck in breath after breath through my nostrils.
Gio groans and bucks, jerking slightly, and I wince as his piercing hits the back of my throat. He’s not… My eyes pop open when he grows still and instead of pulling back, Gio begins to slowly ease himself in even more.
Pulling back slightly, just enough to warn him that I’m not okay with deep throating his massive monster fucking cock without any goddamn warning, I expect him to release me. Instead, Gio merely grins down at me and keeps going.
“You can take it,” he whispers, his words harsh and breathless. “You can take all of me, Jules.”
I glare at him. It’s not that I can’t take him, but who the fuck said I wanted to? I’m half tempted to set my teeth down against his shaft as a warning, but before I can, twin fingers grip my nipples and twist harshly.
A scream rockets up my throat, widening me just enough for Gio to sink all the way into me, choking off the cry in a split second. A groan rumbles up through him and meets my ears as tears prick at my eyes.
“That’s for not answering me,” Nolan murmurs.
Oh, fuck him. If he thinks?—
I scream around Gio’s cock again as Nolan pinches down on my nipples and twists them again. The pain spirals through me, sending sharp spikes from my tits all the way down into my cunt. The annoying creature that is my libido isn’t perturbed at all, though. Oh no, that dumb bitch has me widening my thighs and rocking against an invisible cock as my slit drenches into the gusset of my underwear.
These men are going to kill me—choke me on their cocks and pinch and fuck me until I’m a delirious mess that doesn’t even remember that I was once a fucking Queen. That I’m Juliet Donovan, daughter of a multi-millionaire and Silverwood pariah.
“Ugh, do that again,” Gio practically begs of his friend. “Her throat ripples on my cock every time she screams.”
Nolan’s dark chuckle is a threat and I mentally contemplate how well I’ll get away with biting down on the dick in my mouth before he can do something worse. As if he has a direct link to my mind, Nolan’s fingers feather away from my tortured breasts and he moves back down to my pussy. I tense and then swallow a moan of pleasure as he circles my clit.
“You don’t want her to get too angry, do you?” Nolan asks, directing the question above our heads. “She might just decide she’s done with her blowjob.”
“No.” Gio huffs out. “No, she’s not done, but fuck, I almost am. I’m so fucking close.”
Nolan’s amusement can be heard in his tone as he switches his attention from Gio to me. “You hear that, Princess?” I want to punch his goddamn face so much right now. “You’ve got one of Silverwood’s Kings practically begging you to let him cum down your throat. What are you going to do?”
I blink and then look up at Gio. Now that he’s said it, I see the desperation in Gio’s eyes. His chest is coated in a thin layer of perspiration as if it’s taking all of his self-control to hold himself back. Nolan’s lips brush my earlobe. He doesn’t even seem concerned about the fact that he’s just as close to his friend’s dick as I am.
“I bet you like it, don’t you?” He’s the fucking devil whispering in my ear. “Having him so addicted to you. You’re our pretty little drug, Jules. All of us want you so fucking bad that we’re willing to drag you out here, chase you through the woods just for a chance at getting between these legs of yours.”
As he says the words, he slaps the inside of my thigh with his free hand and I jump, a whimper vibrating around the cock flattening my tongue to the bottom of my mouth. My lips are still stretched wide around Gio’s shaft and it’s almost too much. The thickness and length of him and the minuscule amount of air squeezing down to keep me from passing out.
“How about this…” Nolan’s breath is hot against the side of my face as he takes my earlobe between his teeth and bites down. I would hiss if I could, but unfortunately, all I manage pinned as I am between him and Gio is an arch of my back that merely thrusts my tits up for a brief second before he releases me. “Suck Gio until he comes… or I keep going.”
Until he keeps going? That’s what I want, though… I want him to keep going. To finger fuck me until I come so hard I see stars. I want my own pleasure, not— pain!
Shrieking around Gio’s cock, I nearly black out as Nolan’s fingers bite down on my clit, pinching the swollen nub between my legs so hard that my legs tremble. Oh fuck. Oh fucking FUCK.
He frees my clit only to do it again and this time, stars burst in front of me. Literal, actual tears escape my eyes and slide down my cheeks.
“Better start sucking,” Nolan says, a short chuckle distracting me briefly from the pain and making me want to slug him in his goddamn fucking?—
The next pinch at my clit has me thrusting my head forward out of sheer self-preservation. Gio groans again and we’re off. He clutches at my head, fucking into my mouth at rapid speed. I don’t even feel the drag of his piercing anymore. All I can feel is the throb between my legs.
Nolan, though, doesn’t stay there. His cruel fingers repeatedly tormenting either my clit or my nipples as I gag on Gio’s cock. Back and forth, until tears are relentlessly streaming down my cheeks, Gio fucks my mouth like his own personal glory hole.
Anger rises inside me, but so does determination. I’m going to make him come so fucking hard, he’ll see stars. I reach up and delve into his jeans, pushing them down as I whimper and growl around Gio’s thrusting cock each time Nolan makes me shake and tremble in agony.
Gio’s balls are heavy against my palm, but I relish in the sharp curse that tumbles from his lips when I cup and squeeze them. I roll them against my own fingers, feeling the delicate skin draw up tight. When I glance up at his face, his eyes are practically rolling into his head and with each forward thrust, he trembles. His abdomen clenches and unclenches as he hisses out breath after breath.
Nolan continues to torture me, releasing my clit and nipples just long enough for me to focus on driving Gio to the brink of insanity and then, when I least expect it, reminding me of his presence. Sharp pain cuts through the pleasure I should be feeling. Black and white dots dance in front of my face and there’s no shaking them away. They grow bigger and bigger until I’m honestly afraid that I really am going to pass out on Gio’s dick.
Then, finally, with a sharp inhalation and a garbled curse, Gio goes still. He slams himself all the way into my throat, my hand dropping away from his balls to grab at his jeans. Fresh tears prick my eyelashes as I squeeze my eyes shut and swallow repeatedly. The thick viscous liquid of his cum drips down my throat and then across my tongue as Gio groans and pulls back.
I gasp, choking on new air before hunching over and sucking down each delicious breath. The fear of passing out recedes with the fuzzy black and white spots to be replaced by volcanic rage.
Ripping myself from Nolan’s arms, I turn in the dirt and let my fist fly.