Chapter 28
Dove
This is the last thing I should be doing, but I don’t want to pull away either.
When I got home this afternoon, all I wanted was to lock myself away in my bathroom with a fresh razor, cut until the pain lodged in my chest went away.
But I stumbled on the boys, and curiosity got the better of me.
Slater didn’t screw his stepmum after all.
Something stopped him, and I just had to stick around and see who.
By the way he kisses me, I’d say it was me.
He tastes of whiskey and sin, and right now, I need to prove to myself I’m still in control of my own life so badly, and if that means fucking Slater and River on my own terms, then bring it on.
What’s the worst that could happen, I end up with a broken pussy?
Slater plunges his tongue deep inside my mouth, and my hand skates up and under his T-shirt, finding solid muscle.
The man is like a brick wall, so fucking strong.
My fingers explore, moving down until I’m cupping his hard cock inside his jeans.
He’s so ready for me, and that only turns me on more.
Our kiss becomes more hurried until his teeth are sinking into my bottom lip.
I pull away from him, panting like crazy.
The second of reprieve doesn’t last long before River’s lips are back on mine, licking the blood from my broken lip with a hungry growl.
Their hands move over my skin, sending warm tingles through my body.
Slater grabs a handful of one my tits, roughly shoving down my bra so he can toy with my nipple.
His callused hands bring their own type of torturous pleasure.
River slips his hand down lower, dancing under my panties. He feels his way over my thin strip of pubic hair and between my legs. “So wet for us, aren’t you, baby?”
A moan leaves my lips before I can stop it. I’m practically purring for him already. “So fucking wet, I think I could take you both.”
The flicker of excitement in his eyes tells me that’s exactly what he wants to hear. He is a dirty, dirty man. I knew it before tonight, but that look just proves it.
“That filthy mouth is going to get you in trouble, brat.” Slater’s palm comes down on my bare ass, the shock pulling a cry from me. My eyes meet with his, and the darkness in them should scare me, but all it does is encourage me to fully commit.
My brow rises in challenge, wanting to see how far I can push him.
“More, Daddy,” I hiss. The give a fuck about my dignity train has left the station, and all that is left is pure unadulterated desire. These boys have seen me at my worst, or maybe it’s my best, and they fucking got off on it. If he wants to tease me about my daddy kink, I’m going all in with him.
Slater and River share a look. It’s sinister in a way that sends a shiver all the way down to my bones. “Don’t push me today, brat, I might not be able to hold back.” Then with an evil smirk, his hand cracks down on my ass again.
It stings like a motherfucker but sends a thrill right the way through me at the same time.
I don’t know why I’m so fucked up like this, but I love it.
My therapist thinks it’s something to do with all the trauma I’m holding on to, that I get off on pain because it strangely brings me peace and calm.
But I just think I’m a glutton for punishment.
I don’t know how to be normal, so I turn to anything that will make me feel alive, make me feel again, and I just know Slater’s personal brand of punishment is going to be right up my alley.
River’s fingers slip through my juices, feeling every part of me down there. His movements are slow and smooth, accompanied by kisses on every part of my flesh he can get his lips on. He’s teasing me into a frenzy.
“Riv,” I beg him, needing him to actually fill me up, not toy with me. “Please.”
He cups my chin with his free hand, his deep blue eyes staring right into my soul as if he’s trying to understand me. “Please what, baby? What do you want from me?”
I lock eyes with him, and it takes me back years. Sweet River, who’s not so sweet anymore. He’s sexy as sin and all man, but is he capable of giving me what I need? I won’t know until I ask. “Fill me with your fingers. Three, four, I don’t care how many. Make it hurt.”
He swallows hard, a hint of hesitation in his features. “Fuck, Dove.” He slips his fingers between my legs, getting them all slick but not filling me like I need him to. What is he waiting for? I’m practically panting for it.
Slater squeezes my nipple, hard. “Do it, River, give the girl what she wants.” He grabs a fistful of my panties and drags the things down my legs, tossing them across the room.
I move my leg just a little, giving River better access to me. He locks his gaze on mine, a flash of something deranged in his eyes, then he plunges three thick fingers deep inside of me in one go.
My head falls back. “Fuck!” I cry into the room, sudden fullness burning as much as it’s everything I want. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
He pumps his fingers in and out of me deliciously. With every thrust, my body opens up for him more.
Slater slaps my ass again, his hot breath on my neck as he sucks his way down to my shoulder where he sinks his teeth into my flesh.
He knows the assignment. Make it hurt. I rub him through his jeans, needing more, wanting to feel him for real.
This isn’t some teenage crush anymore, it’s a deep-seated desire that has to be filled by both of them.
River’s hand grabs my ass firmly, positioning me just where he wants me as he removes his slick fingers, then plunges four inside me instead.
“Yes, Riv, fuck yes.” I rock into him, desperate, needy, and out of control, chasing the high I need so damn badly.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he rumbles. “Your sweet pussy stretching for me like your body was made for my fingers.”
I nod. “I can take more. I can take both of you.” I try unbuckling Slater’s belt, but he swats me away with a scowl.
Another slap on the ass, and it’s burning now, red-hot, but it’s still not enough. “So fucking greedy, aren’t you, brat.”
“Yes,” I agree. I’m so turned on I can’t see straight. All I know is I want more. Both of them at once if that’s what it takes to ease the emotions inside, the real hurt thumping through my body and soul.
With a wicked grin, River pulls his fingers free, and bringing them up to his lips, he licks my juices, tasting me with a groan, before plunging his tongue inside my mouth with my juices still on it. It’s hot as hell. Dirty, but so damn sinful I’m hooked.
Slater takes the opportunity to pick me up and toss me down on the sofa. He studies me with that same damn scowl he always has on his face around me. He likes to pretend he hates me, and maybe he does, but right now, I don’t care as long as he can give me what I need.
I spread my legs open wide for him so he can see all of me. There is nothing to be shy about here. He’s seen it all before anyway in my videos. And the way his eyes flare while he takes me in is just too wonderful to miss. He acts like he hates me, but I turn him the hell on, that much is obvious.
My heart hammers against my ribs, and a lightheadedness makes my head spin. I shift my gaze between the two of them. “What are you waiting for?” I purr.
Slater’s brow rises, and he tilts his head to one side. The whole look on him is slightly deranged, if not sexy as hell. “You like pain. Do you know when to stop?”
“Yes,” I respond quickly, but it’s a lie. I wouldn’t stop him, not while I’m chasing this kind of high.
“And you’ve fucked two guys before?” River asks. He seems more curious, less psycho about it like Slater.
My cheeks flush with fresh heat. What the fuck is wrong with the two of them, can’t they just fuck me and be done with it?
This isn’t complicated. I roll my lips then sit up, crossing one leg over the other.
“If you’re not up for it, don’t worry about it,” I snap, not liking the way they question me.
They have just taken the fun out of what was turning out to be a nice afternoon.
With a heavy sigh, I stand and go to find my panties.
I need to get the hell out of here. I’m not embarrassed, I’m more disappointed in them.
“So that’s a no,” River says from behind me, amusement in his voice.
I turn in a rush, ready to fight him on it, to find them both behind me like predators. “It’s none of your fucking business, that’s what it is,” I spit back. They have pissed me off now.
Slater stands in my way. “Don’t get mouthy, brat, or I will punish you.”
I pop up on my toes so I’m glaring right into Slater’s dark eyes. He doesn’t scare me, not one bit. “Do it,” I push, waiting to see just what the big dude is made of.
Slater’s brow rises and a smile twists onto his lips. “Turn around, hands on the armchair, ass to me,” he commands, a playful tone in his voice that I wasn’t expecting.
I swallow down the lump in my throat, turning round to find River already sitting on the armchair behind me, his shirt gone, his art and chiseled abs on full display, a sly look on his handsome face.
A small slither of fear runs through me that I may have just pushed them too far.
Whoops. Guess I’m about to find out exactly what the two of them are capable of.
When I bend, I come face to face with River’s crotch.
A clear tent in his pants that I would be more than happy to take care of.
Reading my mind, he undoes his pants, his massive cock staring me right in the face.
It’s a fine specimen, thick and long, and I can’t help but lick my lips.
“You’re going to need the distraction, baby,” he tells me as his hand laces into the back of my short hair, not so tight it hurts but enough that I know he’s in control here and not me.
From behind, I hear the whip of Slater’s belt sliding from its loops and understand why I’m about to need a distraction. Shit’s about to get real. Bring it on, fuckers.