25. Substantive Tests
Substantive Tests
Dante
As we do the dishes, Sara makes some frosting for the cupcakes on the cooling rack. They smell as delicious as she is. I don’t think Tom will be brave enough to come down tonight. Not after what Sara said this morning.
He knows to give her space. And we know she’ll forgive him because when it comes to Tom, we all forgive him. He’s an ass sometimes, but what he does when he’s being your friend usually makes it worth it.
But I can’t mesh the Tom I know with the way he treated Wyatt. I knew Tom held something over his head for years to keep him away from Sara, but not something like this. Tom blackmailed him with not only Wyatt’s future, but Wyatt’s mother’s too. What kind of friend does that?
It’s hard to reconcile that with what we’ve always known about Tom.
If it weren’t for Tom, none of us would have had a home to go to when things got bad.
Whether I needed somewhere to hide from my uncle or Finn needed to get away from his father’s schemes or Wyatt just needed somewhere he could breathe without being made to feel less than his siblings.
Tom collected us as friends and made us a group. Even though right now I want to pummel him for what he did to Sara, I can also see how he wouldn’t want to see that coming. How he could ignore the warning signs. Because at the end of the day, Tom is a dreamer just like Sara.
He wants to believe the best in people. But fuck, with Wyatt, Tom tore down the whole basis of our relationship.
The trust we give each other. How could I not know that Tom was holding this over Wyatt’s head for years?
How can I ever forgive him for what he’s put Sara through and what he’s put Wyatt through?
How can I ever be Tom’s friend again when I don’t trust him?
Sara’s laugh draws me out of my thoughts as I load the last dish.
“Just think what we can do with that frosting, princess.” Drew is pressed against her back, pushing her into the counter.
Sara’s green eyes sparkle as she gathers some frosting on her fingertip and brings it to her lips. When she slides her finger into her mouth and moans, I’m not the only one in the room who grows hard.
In a low voice that doesn’t carry, Drew whispers, “I could bend you over this island and slam my cock right into your cunt. Fuck you hard and fast and then let the others have a go at you until you’re messy with our cum.
I’d dip my fingers inside your cunt and gather our offerings before sliding them into your mouth and letting you taste how good we all go together.
You could decide whether you prefer us or frosting. ”
She moans softly. “You’re distracting me from my cupcakes.”
He chuckles. “I don’t give a fuck about your cupcakes, princess. I just want your tight little pussy to choke the life out of my cock.”
She slides out from between him and the counter and moves to the sink to wash her hands. Her gaze collides with mine.
“What do you think, boss?” She arches a challenging eyebrow. “Should I let you all fuck me in this kitchen while I frost my cupcakes? Where someone could walk in and find you fucking me hard and so good?”
She dries her hands and closes the space between us. “Do you want to risk getting caught?”
Her eyes sparkle with mischief. Do I think Tom will come in? No. But does it make it a little hotter to pretend he could walk in to find me fucking his sister on the counter? Fuck. My dick is throbbing it aches so much.
I back her up against the opposite counter and her cheeks flush. Tipping up her chin, I search her eyes.
“I want to fuck you until your legs give out, pip.” I lower my head and breathe in her gasp.
“Do you want to get caught fucking us? Maybe Natasha will come back in and find me buried in your tight pussy, fucking you until you scream. Maybe you want them to find us. How quiet do you think you can be, pip? With all our dicks fucking you until you come all over us?”
She bites her lip and palms my cock. “I won’t make a peep, boss. I promise. You can fuck me while I focus on my cupcakes. If anyone comes in, they’ll only see you helping me.”
I chuckle because no one would believe that. I rub my thumb over her lips and they part. “You think you can be quiet, pip?”
She smirks. “Yes, boss.”
Liar.
I glance at Wyatt, then Finn, then Drew. All of them are on board. I nod to Finn and he goes out the door that Natasha left through.
“Ice your cupcakes, pip.” I back away.
She moves to her bowl of frosting and grabs the piping bag, watching us warily. Like we might pounce at any moment.
Wyatt chuckles. “What’s wrong, trouble? Afraid you won’t be able to handle it?”
She finishes with the bag and squeezes out a small amount on a napkin. “I’m ready when you are, sir.”
Finn comes back in and gives me a nod. That means they’re far enough away not to come running if Sara does end up screaming, but we’ll make sure she doesn’t make a peep.
She begins to frost one of the cupcakes. Tension rides her as she waits for one of us to move. Drew leans against the counter beside her, watching her pipe the icing. She twitches a little.
“Can you imagine just having one cock for that needy cunt?” Finn rests against the counter on her other side. “Just one that may or may not make you come.”
She releases a pent-up breath and meets his dancing green eyes. “One dick is better than none, which is what I’m getting right now.”
Wyatt closes in on her back. “Greedy, trouble?”
“Always,” she whispers. Her gaze darts to the door.
“It’s not locked, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Finn grazes his finger along her jaw. “Anyone could walk through that door at any time and see exactly what we’re doing.”
She whimpers slightly. Yeah, she’s into the idea of getting caught.
Wyatt drags her pants over her hips and down her legs to hang between her knees. Her panties go next. When he slides his hand over her bare ass cheek, she messes up her icing on the cupcake.
He swats her ass, filling the air with the resounding smack. “Don’t mess up, trouble. You said you could frost these and get fucked. Practically begged for it. Did you lie?”
Her eyes flash with heat and anger, but lust glows there too. “No, I didn’t lie.”
He spanks her again. “No, I didn’t lie…”
“Sir.” She looks livid. Pink crawls from her neck up to her cheeks.
“Work, trouble.” Wyatt waits while she scrapes off the icing she messed up and puts it back in the bowl. When she picks up the icing bag, he slides his fingers into her pussy. “So soaking wet, Sara. Does thinking you’re going to get caught with my cock buried inside you turn you on that much?”
“Yes, sir.” She moans quietly and tries to focus on the cupcake.
He takes his fingers out of her and frees his cock, stroking it a couple times before nudging it against her entrance.
She gasps but doesn’t stop working.
“If you stop or mess up, I’m going to stop fucking you, trouble.” He moves her hair off her neck and presses a soft kiss to where her shoulder and neck meet. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
He smirks before he thrusts deep inside her. She moans and Wyatt wraps his hand over her mouth. “Quiet, trouble. You need to learn to be quiet so we can fuck you anywhere we want.”
He draws out and slams back in.
Finn slides his hand down the front of her, gliding his fingers over her clit. Wyatt covers her mouth and muffles the low moan they work out of her.
“Focus, trouble,” Wyatt whispers against her skin as his cock fucks her pussy hard.
She drags in a breath and tries to spread her legs, but her pants keep her from doing that.
While Wyatt continues to thrust in and out of her, holding her hips and watching his wet cock sink into her over and over, she does her best to ice the cupcake before moving on to the next.
When Wyatt slams into her a final time and comes, she moans her release.
She trembles as he pulls out and steps away, righting his pants. His dark eyes meet mine and he arches an eyebrow. I smirk and pull my cock out of my pants as I approach Sara’s ass. Her ass cheek is pink from where Wyatt spanked her, and her and Wyatt’s cum spills down her thigh.
I tap her pussy with my cock and she gasps. “Don’t worry, pip. You’re so wet. I’ll slide right in.”
My cock glides through her wetness before I thrust deep inside her.
She cries out as she comes around my length.
Her pussy so sensitive already. Fuck, I love that she is so comfortable with her own sexuality.
But as much as I hate Tom right now, having him find me balls deep in his sister wouldn’t be great and definitely not sexy.
I put my hand over her mouth and chuckle darkly.
“Better watch the door, pip. Someone could come to investigate why you’re making so much noise.” I draw out and fuck into her hard.
She whimpers against my hand even as her cunt clenches around my cock.
“Is that what you want, pip?” I press her hips into the counter with my next thrust. This angle doesn’t let me go deep, but with her legs caught together, her already tight cunt is even tighter.
With my lips against the shell of her ear, I whisper, “You want someone to find us. Maybe we can pretend my cock isn’t buried inside your tight pussy.
Maybe they’ll believe you aren’t coming around my cock like a little slut. ”
She moans and gets wetter as I work my cock in and out of her.
“Don’t forget to ice your cupcakes, flower.” Finn’s fingers slide along her clit, brushing my cock as I thrust in and out of her. “We need to finish in here so you can clean our cocks with your tongue after this.”
She shudders her release, bathing me in her warmth and milking my cock.
“Do you like that idea? Do you want to be our dirty girl on your knees sucking each of us off?”
An aftershock ripples through her at my words.
Only with Sara do I feel confident degrading her and praising her at the same time.
I thrust in hard and come deep inside her convulsing cunt.
When I draw out, Finn steps back, lowering his pants and pulling out his cock.
I draw my pants up and Wyatt claims the spot Finn left.
His fingers already work her clit as Finn puts his hand over her mouth and thrusts deep inside. She lets out a little mewl, but pipes some more frosting on the cupcakes. They’re far from perfect, but she’s doing her best under the circumstances.
“Maybe after we come down your throat, we’ll all take turns on this ass. Give your pussy a rest.” Finn grins and leans in to her ear. “What if they came in right now, flower? What if they saw me fucking you? Do you think I’d stop?”
She shakes her head and moans.
He chuckles darkly. “You’re right. I wouldn’t. I don’t care who sees me fucking you, because you’re mine.”
He scrapes his teeth against her earlobe and she shivers in his arms.
“You’re going to love the way we taste, flower.” He holds her hips as he looks down to watch his cock shuttle in and out of her.
Even though I’ve already come, my cock hardens, watching her take them, knowing I’m going to take her again and again. Because I can’t get enough of her. I never will. No one’s made me feel like this before.
Her cry is muffled as she comes. Finn groans and jerks his hips against hers before stilling inside her.
“Nothing better than filling one of your holes, flower.” Finn kisses her neck and steps back. “Should have been doing this for years. We have to make up for lost time.”
Her thighs glisten with the mixture of us as Drew steps in, fisting his cock.
“Fuck, princess. You’re sloppy down here. Think you can get off one more time before we’re discovered?” Drew slides inside her in one thrust.
She lets out a sharp exhale. I can almost imagine her pussy clenching, tightening, and squeezing until my balls ache to unload in her. To fill her up and keep her so sloppy wet that she takes me easily.
I never imagined sharing a woman with my friends. Because there was always only one woman we were all attracted to and she was off-limits. Until now.
“You ready to taste us all like a good little slut?” Drew says and takes her hard and fast.
Wyatt circles her already sensitive clit. Her eyes close and her head hangs as she loses herself in the moment. I move next to her on the other side of Wyatt. I grab her chin and lift it so she can see the door.
“Do you think they’d come to check on you if you screamed, pip?” I stroke my hand down her neck.
She whimpers.
“Can you feel it building? The need to scream because your release is just too big to keep inside. So full of our cum that it oozes out around Drew’s cock even as he fucks it back inside you.
Do you think they’ll still see you as a little girl, or will they know you’re a woman who takes what she wants? ”
Her eyes widen in panic and I can see the scream welling inside her. I turn her face to mine and capture her mouth in time to muffle her scream as her orgasm overwhelms her.
“Damn, flower. You’re wasting the icing.” Finn’s chuckle makes me want to look.
But I can’t stop kissing her, tasting her, sliding my tongue against hers as she moans and jerks her hips against the counter.
Drew groans his release and she trembles between us. I pull away. Wyatt grabs a towel and wipes his hand on it. Drew steps back, leaving her empty.
I catch some of the cum running down her thigh with my fingers. I gather it and shove it back into her fluttering cunt. Her lips part and she clenches the edge of the counter.
“You hear how wet you are, pip?” I murmur as I watch my fingers glide in and out of her pussy.
“You ready to taste us, because that’s all this is, pip.
A taste. We’ll be giving you our full loads to swallow when we get back to the room.
If you’re lucky, maybe we’ll work this pretty pussy at the same time. ”
She bites her lip and I chuckle as her orgasm bears down on my fingers.
“But you won’t need us to help you come, will you? You just need our cocks deep in your throat. That’s enough for you, isn’t it?”
She whimpers and I pull my fingers out, so fucking wet they’re dripping on the floor.
Our eyes lock.
“Clean my fingers, pip.”
She takes my hand and lifts it, sucking my fingers into her mouth and moaning at the taste as she licks every bit of cum off my hand.
“Good girl.”
Her eyes grow hazy with lust. Wyatt pulls her pants up. I glance at the island to see she squeezed out the icing when she came last time, leaving a puddle. Perfect.
I take my fingers out of her mouth and scoop up the chocolate icing from the counter. “Only fair to get a good comparison.”
She takes my icing-covered fingers into her mouth and sucks the frosting off. She lifts her heavy gaze to mine and my cock aches for more.
Finn cleans up the rest and Drew stores the cupcakes for later. Wyatt draws Sara back against him.
“What do you think, trouble? What wins? Us or the frosting?”
She leans her head back against him and meets my eyes. “Us. Always us.”