Chapter 26 #3
“If you’re trying to test my willpower, you’re going to find out how little I care about pissing off those guys of yours when I bend you over,” he warned, growling when I tried pushing his shirt out of the way to press my face against his stomach. He was like a heater. “Princess. Stop it.”
I gasped as he tugged my legs further off the bed, my panties pressing against the bulge in his jeans as his fingers splayed around my throat so lightly I barely felt them.
“So help me, Aurora. I’ll fuck you right here next to Ty. Don’t push me,” he said in a low voice, a whimper leaving me as his hand dropped down my chest to lightly tweak my nipple. He pinched the other one a little harder, tugging on the piercing and making me moan.
It was like everywhere he touched became hot, my legs wrapping around him as I squirmed.
“You’re going to get me in so much fucking trouble,” he muttered, his hand moving from my throat to cup my chin and tilt my face up. “You know who you’re touching, right?”
“Mark, please. Just—” Was I sober? No. Was I sober enough to know this was a bad idea? Absolutely. I was just so cold, and he was so damn hot.
“Jesus Christ,” he mumbled before his mouth was on mine, his tongue demanding entry as I opened for him. I ended up on my back as he leaned down over me, his cock so hard against my panties that I found myself rolling my hips for friction.
My hands were in his hair, and he bit out a curse as he slid a hand between us to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his thighs and pressing against my panties harder.
He didn’t pull himself from his boxers or take my panties off, letting me dry hump him as the tingling feeling started inside me.
“I need more,” I whined, his mouth hard and demanding as he went back to kissing me, thrusting slightly as my hand slipped between us to cup him.
He groaned, and I jerked as I let his cock go to rub on him again.
My clit was so sensitive, and I considered sliding my hand into my panties to hurry it along.
“Are you two fucking without me? That’s rude,” Tyler mumbled sleepily, still sounding drunk as fuck. Marco jumped back, forgetting we weren’t alone, and I reached for his shirt to pull him back to me.
“I’m so close. Please,” I whined, seeming to wake Tyler up more as he huffed.
“You guys really are fucking. Assholes.”
“Underwear’s still on,” Marco said like that really changed the fact we were grinding on each other.
“Move closer. I want to feel how wet she is,” Tyler replied, and Marco gave me a curious glance before moving back and letting Tyler pull me closer to him.
My hips lifted as Tyler pushed his hand into my panties.
“Damn, baby. You’re dripping. You need to come?
Are you going to be a good girl for Mark and let him get you off? ”
I nodded, tilting my head to look at Marco. He didn’t seem convinced, Tyler’s interruption bringing some clarity to the situation, but then he kicked his jeans off properly and climbed onto the bed to move between my legs.
He teased my nipple with his teeth, and I pushed his shirt over his head so I could feel his hot body on mine. His boxers were damp with pre-cum, and I lifted my mouth to his throat, nipping and biting along his skin as he started grinding his hard cock against my pussy.
It didn’t take long for the tingles to return, but I needed something else. We couldn’t fuck, not that there was much difference in what we were doing now, but I needed more on my clit.
I reached between us and moved my panties aside, pulling his cock free to rub the slick head directly on my clit.
Were those piercings underneath? I’d have to get a better look at those later.
“I’m going to come on your pussy if you do that,” he warned but didn’t stop me, my body coiled so tight that my muscles were all starting to ache. “Fuck. Ty, if you have a problem with me coming on your girl’s cunt, speak now.”
“I’m cool with whatever she wants,” Tyler said casually, my hips faltering as I got closer.
Marco growled, taking his cock in hand and rubbing himself back and forth on my clit until I screamed, my throat be damned, and then he grunted as hot cum covered my clit and dripped down my pussy.
“Fucking hell, Princess,” he cursed, his cock becoming still against my skin as I felt his cum sliding towards my ass. He’d come a lot.
Exhaustion filled me, and Marco must have realized that too when he fixed my panties and tucked me in beside Tyler properly. He went to leave but I snagged his wrist, stopping him.
“Stay in here,” I mumbled sleepily, tugging him towards me.
He glanced at Tyler, who shuffled against my back. “Just get in bed, dude.”
“Fine, but no one better start hitting me in the morning when everyone sobers up,” he grumbled, heading out of the room to make sure the house was locked and the lights were off before sliding into bed beside me.
I snuggled into his chest and soaked in the heat, and I was pretty sure Marco passed out before me since his breathing evened out quickly.
I didn’t even get to check out his piercings.