Chapter 4 #2
“We’re fine,” he sighed, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
I could sense that he didn’t want to talk about Jensen, most likely because of where we were, so I dropped it and snuggled into him, not realizing I’d fallen asleep until movement woke me.
Someone was carrying me, Skeeter’s scent surrounding me.
“Where’s Luke?” I mumbled, trying to get my bearings.
“Coming to bed in a second,” he grumbled, no anger in his tone.
“You’re not making him sleep on the couch?” I teased.
“D’s crashing on the couch. Your little boyfriend can crash with us tonight because I’m pretty sure Diesel would freak out if he had to sleep next to you,” he said with a slight chuckle, taking me into the bedroom and placing me on the bed.
He stripped me to my panties before tucking me in, getting himself ready for bed as Lukas appeared in the doorway.
He seemed unsure as he entered, and Skeeter silently pointed to the side of the bed he could sleep on as he ducked out to the bathroom.
Lukas stripped down to his boxers and climbed in next to me, hauling me against him. His entire body relaxed from my touch, and I pressed back against him a little more.
“I like that you’re here,” I whispered, his lips trailing across my neck.
“Me too.”
“Can’t relate,” Skeeter huffed as he returned, switching the light off and climbing in on my other side, annoyance radiating off him. He liked spooning me, which was a little difficult when Lukas already was.
“Liar,” I muttered, jerking in surprise when his hand moved to my panties and thumbed my clit.
“Don’t pick a fight with me, we’ll scare Luke,” he warned, and amusement filled me when I felt Lukas’ cock harden against my ass.
“I’m not starting a fight. Just stating facts,” I smiled, Skeeter’s other hand moving to my chin to tilt my head up for a kiss.
My hips automatically leaned closer as he slipped his hand into my panties, deepening the kiss as I groaned. Lukas’ hand moved to my hip, squeezing slightly as his breath fanned across my neck.
A curse left me as Skeeter pushed two fingers inside me, his thumb continuing to rub circles on my clit.
“How about you get on your back and let Luke feast on you?” he asked, Lukas stiffening behind me.
“What?” he asked, and Skeeter chuckled.
“You still like pussy, right? Put on a show for me.”
Skeeter’s fingers withdrew from me and I huffed out a breath of frustration, rolling onto my back and reaching down to take my panties off.
Lukas seemed unsure about the whole thing but he kicked the blanket off and moved between my legs, peering up at me. My fingers slid into his hair as he pressed a kiss to my clit, flicking his tongue out to lightly tease me.
I had no idea what was happening, but I was rolling with it.
Lukas
I had no problem fucking Rory in front of the guys, but Skeeter’s eyes on us made me awkward. He was like a sex god, every girl’s dream, and it was nerve-racking having him watching me.
It wasn’t like I was bad in bed, but compared to him? I probably fucked like a damn virgin.
“No wonder she needs so many of you if this is how you all fuck,” Skeeter drawled, snapping me from my thoughts. I glared at him and shoved my tongue in her pussy, eating her more aggressively. “That’s better. Good boy.”
My traitorous cock jerked in my boxers, and I startled slightly as he growled when I reached down to palm it.
“Get her off first. Have some control.”
That was a little ironic coming from the unhinged psychopath.
My hand moved to her pussy instead to push two fingers inside her, my mouth on her clit as she squirmed. She was panting, her thighs tightening around my head the closer I got her to the edge.
When she came, Skeeter ordered me to go faster, my hand moving quicker as I continued to suck, her hips trying to rise off the bed to escape me as she cried out.
I’d just crawled up her body to kiss her when I heard footsteps, glancing over my shoulder to find Diesel glaring at us as he grabbed the open door.
“Fucking assholes,” he growled, slamming it before heading back to the couch.
Skeeter found it funny, but Rory looked horrified.
“Fuck, I forgot he was here,” she groaned, only making Skeeter shrug.
“Who gives a shit? Did he think we were going to say a prayer and go to sleep?”
Rory went to protest but I cut her off with a kiss, her hands instantly sliding up my back to draw me closer.
I was hungry for her, needing to be inside her, and she seemed to be thinking the same thing when her hands moved down my sides to my boxers to push them off my hips so I could kick them off.
“You going to help him, baby girl?” Skeeter murmured, leaning over to kiss her neck.
“Wrap your hand around him.” She did as she was told and I let out an embarrassing moan as she stroked me a few times before sliding my dick back and forth across her pussy, my pre-cum slicking her clit as she rubbed it against it. “Get yourself off like that.”
I wasn’t going to last long at this rate. Not with her touching me while Skeeter narrated everything.
Her pussy was soaked, my cock easily sliding across it, and the second she came with a groan, I took over and pushed inside her. A curse of surprise left her as I fucked her through it, her nails digging into my back the harder I went.
Then I flipped her onto her stomach with every intention of bending her the fuck over, but then my hand brushed something on her back that made me pause.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked, reaching over to turn the lamp on and finding a scabbing letter S on her lower back. It wasn’t hard to come to the conclusion of which knife-wielding prick had done it from the way he was smirking. “You branded her?”
“Luke—” Rory started as she snapped out of her orgasm-haze, but I was pissed.
He did that on purpose, knowing the rest of us would have to stare at it for the rest of our lives.
“You like it? Made it myself,” Skeeter taunted, and I launched myself at him.
My fist clipped his jaw as he chuckled and managed to restrain me, shoving my back down on the bed and grabbing my throat, pinning me under his body.
“You honestly thought you could take me down or something?”
I squirmed as fury raced through me, my entire body freezing when I realized my cock was pressed hard against him. The more I thought about it, the harder I got, my face flaming when I saw that he’d noticed.
“I’m flattered, but you’re not my type,” he chuckled darkly, leaning down lower as his fingers flexed around my throat. “Although, I guess you’re a pussy, and I like pussy. You want me to top you? I can warm you up for Gilbert.”
He laughed as I scrambled back and almost fell off the bed, Rory swatting at him with a scowl.
“Leave him alone, asshole.”
“As long as he knows his place in this bedroom.”
“Yeah, inside me,” she threw back, pushing me onto my back and straddling me. I wanted to tell her to fuck off, but she slid down my length and my frustration melted away. “Be a good boy and lie there while I fuck you.”
My brain was so confused with the emotions it just went through, and I nodded as she started riding me. She felt so good, my eyes drifting shut as I soaked it in.
“Watch her, Luke. She’s putting on a show for you,” Skeeter scolded, my eyes opening as she leaned down to give me a quick kiss.
She was braced above me, her tits in my face as she started doing a twerking motion to keep fucking me, and I almost came right then and there.
“Fuck,” I cursed as Skeeter slapped her ass and she almost snapped my cock off with how tight her pussy became.
“Skeet, please,” she whined, and he eyed me for a second before rolling over to open his bedside drawer. He held my gaze as he kicked his boxers off and lubed his cock in his fist, trying to intimidate me.
“Stop looking at me, you fucking weirdo,” I snapped, a sinister grin taking over his face as he moved behind Rory to start toying with her ass.
“You’re so easy to rattle,” he replied, my eyes flicking from his to Rory’s as she tensed around me with a soft curse. I wanted to see what he was doing to her, but that wasn’t possible while she was riding me.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” I begged after a second, suddenly missing his narration.
“Two fingers in her ass. Do you think she can take three?”
“Yes.”
“Hey, baby. You think you can take more?” he asked her, making her nod. I could feel him stretching her through the thin wall of her pussy, and I thrust up a little to get more friction.
He wrapped his free hand in her hair, tugging her head back slightly as he bit her neck, licking away the sting as he kept fingering her ass.
“Jesus Christ,” I gritted out as I fought the urge to come from his fingers moving against my cock, a knowing smirk tugging at his mouth as he pulled out to fist his cock. The second he started pushing inside, he thankfully took his eyes off me to focus on Rory, letting me breathe for a moment.
A whimper left her as he pushed deeper, my hands moving to her waist to give her a gentle squeeze of encouragement.
“Good girl. You’re doing a good job,” I murmured, feeling weird dirty talking her in front of Skeeter, who was definitely better at it.
“Such a good girl,” he said in her ear as he became fully seated inside her, the hand in her hair moving to her throat as he nibbled her earlobe. His other hand went to her hip right by mine, and I became hyper aware of his finger as it rested beside mine.
I wanted to move it away, but I refused to take my hand off her. She was mine too, and he needed to learn that. He couldn’t intimidate me out of the way.
As if proving my point, I sat up a little to tongue her nipple, loving how she clenched around me as she ground down.
“You two really need to start moving,” she huffed, jerking slightly when Skeeter slapped her ass sharply again.
“You’re not in charge here. I am.”
“We are,” I corrected, his dark gaze flicking to mine.
“I didn’t stutter.”
I scowled when he pushed me back down on the bed and encouraged her to lay over me, both his hands on her hips as he started thrusting into her. My hand wrapped around the back of her neck to tug her closer to kiss me, my hips lifting to fuck into her pussy from below.
She couldn’t do anything other than lie there as we both fucked her closer to climax, and I gritted my teeth as she came and strangled my cock, trying to hold off as long as I could.
“Come for me,” she blurted out as she peered down at me, her body shaking as aftershocks rolled through her. “Both of you, please.”
“You want us to stuff you with cum?” I asked as I nipped at her lower lip, planting my feet on the bed a little more to thrust harder.
Skeeter picked up the pace too, the orgasm tearing through me so hard I thought I was going to black out, him following a moment later.
He collapsed over her back, both of them squishing me, and I didn’t dare ask them to move. I liked the closeness after sex.
Skeeter was the first to move as he slid from her body, dropping down beside us to catch his breath, and Rory buried her face into my neck more as my arms wrapped around her.
“I can’t move,” she admitted, a chuckle leaving me.
“Good. I don’t want you to.”
She snuggled deeper, her hand lifting to the side of my face as her thumb stroked back and forth across my skin. My eyes closed and I soaked in her touch, not caring when my cock softened completely and slipped out of her, my cum dripping out of her and onto my groin.
The bed moved as Skeeter got to his feet, walking naked from the room. I could hear Diesel cursing him out and the water running for a moment before he returned and shut the door, walking towards us with a washcloth.
“I’m not cleaning your junk,” he said seriously as he reached under Rory slightly to start cleaning between her legs, making me snort.
“I hope not. It’s not for you.”
“You can’t handle Jensen, so you’d run from someone like me,” he joked, giving me a look that said he was just playing. “You need to work on your confidence, man. I could see you second-guessing everything you did and said because I was there.”
“Was not.”
“Were too,” he scoffed, his eyes dropping to Rory’s face. “She’s out.”
I carefully lifted a hand to her hair to brush it off her face, finding her asleep.
“You know you’re intimidating and that you do it on purpose,” I muttered, and he grinned like I’d complimented him.
“Suck it up. I’m not tiptoeing around you to make you comfortable. Proud of you for fucking without your boyfriend though. Good job.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“You know why I’m confident? I don’t give a fuck what people think. If you can just admit it—”
“He’s not my boyfriend,” I repeated, my face flushing. “We haven’t talked about that. We’re just figuring shit out.”
He finished cleaning Rory before carefully lifting her from my body to place her between us, tossing the washcloth at me to clean myself up.
“Is that code for you’re trying all the positions first?”
“No. We haven’t slept together.”
“Choked on his cock yet?”
“I’m not ready to do stuff like that. You don’t get it,” I snapped quietly, and he rolled his eyes.
“So you’re a pillow princess and let him do all the work? Dicks aren’t that scary. I had yours on my fucking leg earlier and didn’t run screaming. I also know you aren’t game enough to try and fuck me with it though.”
“You’re really comfortable about this and it’s weird.”
He chuckled, getting comfortable and wrapping his body around Rory’s back.
“I just know I can have your cock near me without it being anything more. You look at mine like I’m going to shove it inside you the second you turn away.
Maybe you need to take more control in the bedroom.
Not my bedroom, but when you’re with Jensen.
If you’re in charge, you call the shots,” he suggested, my eyes holding his.
“It’s not that easy.”
“Why? Because you’re awkward? Everyone’s awkward when it’s their first time doing something. Stop being a bitch and just take charge and suck a cock.”
“Why do you want me to suck a cock so badly?”
“So you stop whining about it,” he deadpanned, and I rolled over to turn off the lamp, getting comfortable as the dark surrounded us.
“What if I hate it?” I mumbled after a moment, hearing him let out an annoyed sigh.
“Then don’t do it again. Go to sleep, Lukas. Before I jam my cock down your throat and help your dilemma.”
That was the last thing I wanted, so I shut up and tried to go to sleep, dreams plaguing me of terrible sex and Jensen laughing at me.