Chapter 6
6
A tley crowed, “Hell yeah, little saint! You wanna play with the big boys tonight, don’t you?”
I felt it as the sultry smirk grew on my face, and I let it take over, narrowing my eyes as the lids got heavier, my gaze heating. It was the same look I wore when I was performing as MorgueDoll. That persona was untouchable, powerful. I leaned into her when I needed a confidence boost, and with Chamberlain watching from the sidelines, I needed all that ego.
As I walked into the circle of legs, I made a quick decision and plopped down into Atley’s open lap instead of sitting beside him. He grunted as my weight hit him, but his hands immediately clasped my waist as I’d known they would. The big bear of a man was a protector and cuddler by nature. I’d seen him handle three girls at a time with ease, so my short frame and added weight was nothing to him.
Cocooned in his arms, I tamped down a shiver as Atley’s mask skated down my neck, and he groaned under his breath as he scented me through the plastic. “You smell delectable. All sugar and spice and nothing nice.”
I felt him reach up between us, and then the next thing I knew, his bare lips were pressed against my skin. He must have pulled his mask to the top of his head.
I was sitting with my legs up, feet planted on the floor, almost like I was sitting in a chair, and his hands reached under my thighs, squeezing the plumpness there, dimpling my skin. “You look even better, little saint. I know you’re not wearing a bra, but are you wearin’ panties under these?” Atley whispered into my ear. His day-old stubble scratched against my cheek as the mint on his breath wafted over my nose, sweet and refreshing.
I was slightly surprised there was no alcohol on his breath, but only marginally. Atley’s choice of mind-numbing freedom would always be pills.
Leaning back further into his muscled chest, I ignored the laughing voices of the partygoers around us as I whispered back, “Slide your hand up my thigh and find out.” My tongue snaked out and lapped at the lobe of his ear.
Atley sucked in a harsh breath before a shaky chuckle blew from his mouth. “You are sin itself, Priestly King. How in the world did that adopted brother of yours stay away from you all these years?”
There was some weird pact between the three of them—they always slept with the same girl. Occasionally, there were some diversions, when Atley or Camber would branch out and find a new chick to bang, but eventually, the other two would follow along, and the new girl would be the center of their attention for days or weeks or however long it took them to get bored.
Chamberlain typically didn’t deign to pick up women—he let Atley do it for him, as Atley had the biggest wandering eye. The girl on his lap tonight had been their fling back in high school, so I’d seen her sneaking around the house early in the mornings before they’d left for college a few years ago.
I narrowed my eyes in contemplation.
What would Atley do if he knew Chamberlain had already had me? We never technically said we would keep it a secret.
Would it open the possibility of finally crossing that seemingly unpassable barrier between myself, Atley, and Camber?
Biting my lip to hide my smirk, I peeked at Chamberlain, only to find he was staring back at me, hard. All his attention was focused on his friend’s hands stroking my thighs.
I made up my mind.
Turning my head so my lips brushed Atley’s ear, I told our secret: “What makes you think he hasn’t touched me?”
Atley’s head turned sharply, chin jutting against me, and I knew he had to be looking at Chamberlain, who was gazing right back at us. His eyes, barely visible under the shadows of his hood, were glittering in the lamplight.
The game had begun around us, the first dare done. A girl with long red hair dropped to her knees before a blond boy wearing a Phantom of the Opera mask and presented his dick to the circle of people, sucking him down her throat in one fell swoop, to the crowd’s roaring cheer.
“Fuck, little saint. How have I never noticed how he looks at you?” Atley’s voice was cave-deep, rumbling with pleasure. “God, he’s so pissed right now. I fucking love it. That dickhead deserves to be mad.” With that, Atley’s tongue slipped from his mouth and slid up my neck. I reached back, cradling his head to my throat as he worked my earlobe between his teeth.
“You enjoy riling him up as much as I do, don’t you, sinner?” Atley murmured, and I nodded my head as one of his hands moved to my waist to tug me closer.
My ass rode snugly against his waist, and I could feel him there, growing hard, pressed tightly against me, only his sweats, denim, and my lace panties separating us. I adjusted my legs so I was almost kneeling above Atley, my back to his chest, pussy pressed perfectly against his dick as his mouth sucked at my neck.
I spotted Sawyer across the circle—it was her turn, her dare. She stripped off her tiny shorts and sat down, legs splayed, in the center of everyone. She began stroking her cunt, fingers strumming against her clit as everyone watched. Little moans escaped her mouth as her head fell back, long tendrils of her box braids dragging along the floor.
My clit throbbed at the sight and noises.
I rutted down against Atley, unbelievably turned on.
“This make you hot? Got your pussy wet from watching your friend play with herself?” Atley growled in my ear. “I bet you two do all sorts of filthy things together, huh? Rub those sweet cunts together when you’re home alone and bored?”
We never had, but the idea sparked something in me, and I groaned as Atley’s finger slid under the denim and plucked at a nipple. Suddenly, through the haze in my mind and Sawyer’s cries, I heard my name being called.
“Priestly—truth or dare?” It was Camber, who never played games. Yet, here he was, willing to play with me.
I chose the only option I had. I didn’t even think about the fact that it shouldn’t be my turn. I just wanted to play with them.
“Dare.” The word was out of my mouth before I could stop it, husky with emotion.
Camber still stood against the wall, and he appeared impartial, detached, like a shepherd staring at his flock of sheep and wondering why we didn’t measure up.
His eyes hardened as he gave me my dare. “I dare you to help your friend finish.”
Startled, my eyes flicked to Sawyer, who met my gaze with confusion. Her chest was heaving, fingers still circling her clit, but she must have been having a hard time relaxing enough to finish in front of so many people.
“You want me to…” I started, only to be interrupted by Camber.
“Lick her cunt until she comes? Yes.” A hint of a nasty smirk settled on his lips as cheers ignited through the crowd at the idea of watching us go at it. “Unless you’re too scared?”
Defiance lit me up, making my spine go rigid.
I would never turn down a dare. “As if,” I spat in return.
I didn’t even bother to stand. I just got onto my hands and knees and crawled over to Sawyer, ensuring my hips swayed tantalizingly. Going by Atley’s countering groan, he liked the view.
Once I reached Sawyer, I hovered over her, my hair a curtain around us. I could feel her hand working between us, slowly rotating as she worked her clit.
“Honestly,” she huffed out, smiling. “I figured we’d get here one day, but not with an audience.”
I laughed in reply, nodding. “Me face deep in your poonani?”
“Yeah, that.” Sawyer laughed again, the tension easing from her shoulders.
I was used to performing for crowds, even if they were never truly in front of me. And this? This exciting taste of exhibitionism lit me up in all the right ways.
More than anything, I wanted Sawyer to feel how gratifying it was to have men panting after you, to know they would give anything, pay anything, just to see more of you. It was a high that lasted.
So, I leaned in, an easy smile still playing on my lips, and gently pressed my mouth to hers with the slightest of pressure. Sawyer followed my lead, giving as much as I was taking.
Kissing a girl was vastly different than kissing a boy.
Sawyer was soft, malleable, her body pliant beneath my hands and mouth. She bent to my will with gentle strokes, and it was a heady sensation to be in control.
Once she was releasing urgent, cooing breaths, I trailed my lips down her neck, sucking ruddy marks into her dark skin as I went. Her hips rotated against me, bare pussy seeking something to gyrate against, so I squeezed my thigh in between hers, pressing it hard against her cunt. Immediately, a moan of gratitude left her lips, and the crowd around us jittered in excitement.
She was sans-bra under her shirt, so as I dipped my fingers under the fabric, it was just more smooth skin, soft as feathers. I ducked my head into the crook of her shoulder, inhaling the light, sweet scent of her as my fingers plucked gently at a nipple.
“You smell amazing,” I murmured to her, tongue darting out to taste her collarbone.
With a hitch in her breath, Sawyer replied, “Thanks. It’s the perfume you got me.”
“Goddamn, I’m good at giving gifts.” I smirked, delighted the scent fit her so perfectly.
Sawyer started giggling, but it trailed off into a grunt of pleasure as my gentle teasing of her nipples turned into harder grabs. I held her dark eyes as I lifted her shirt, my lips tracing her quivering stomach. She was up on her elbows so she could watch my path down her stomach.
I knew from our regular conversations about our sex lives that her nipples weren’t super sensitive, so I didn’t want to waste too much time on them when there was so much more sensitive skin to explore with my mouth. My tongue dipped into her belly button, lapping at the dangling piece of gold jewelry there.
I bit down gently on her lower stomach and was pleased by the way she arched beneath me, her hips restless now that her cunt couldn’t grind against anything. Sawyer was perched on her elbows, plump lip bitten between her white teeth as she watched me trail lower. The closer I got to her pussy, the more I could smell her musky aroma—inherently familiar, so close to my own primal smell, yet different in way I couldn’t quite put a finger on.
My chin rested on her hip bone. “You ready?” I asked, voice low and husky.
Sawyer nodded rapidly. “Yes. Please. God, I’m—” She broke off with a laugh. “I’m hornier now than I’ve ever been. Way to go, champ.” She patted my shoulder with her hand.
I huffed a laugh into her skin. “What are friends for?” I shrugged as I smirked up at her.
I glanced over her head, meeting Camber’s eyes for the first time. As usual, his face was a blank slate, even more so than usual, half of it obscured by the mask. Tearing my gaze from his, I searched for Chamberlain. The girl who had been at his side was now on her knees before him, his thick thighs spread around her tiny body as her head bobbed up and down. His long arms were open across the back of the couch, making him look enormous. He took up nearly the whole couch with his wingspan.
My eyes narrowed.
Two could play that game.
Even as I dipped my head low over Sawyer’s pussy, arching my ass up high, I peeked around my shoulder, meeting Atley’s eyes. They appeared to be more glazed from lust rather than drugs now, heated with arousal as they stared directly at my barely-covered cunt. I tilted my head at him, indicating he should come to me. He raised one brow, shooting a quick glance toward Chamberlain.
A knowing look came over Atley’s face before a smirk settled on it. He crawled over to me, huge hands settling on my hips.
“Let’s make your big brother jealous, little saint,” Atley purred into my ear.
And then, we did.