Chapter Three
Sadie
“Fuck,” I gasp. Alex has my knees pinned to the bed with his elbows so that my legs are spread for him.
One hand is tightly wrapped around my wrists, and the other is pinching and twisting my nipples.
He is making small flicks with his tongue across my clit.
I don’t know if he’s doing this on purpose, but I am unintentionally moaning far too loudly.
Alex absolutely hates the guys, so when I told him that I had to hear Angela come repeatedly and it made me sad, he jumped at the opportunity to make me come. I know he’s going to want to fuck tonight, and I’ll probably let him, as long as he has a condom.
“Fuck, you’re torturing me,” I groan.
“Aw. Do you not like edging?” Alex laughs.
“Either make me come or fuck off, and I’ll do it myself,” I threaten.
He doesn’t like to be challenged, so his response to my attitude is to suck my clit.
Hard. My eyes roll back immediately, and I moan loudly as my hips buck.
I pull my hands away from him to cover my mouth, but he grabs them back and nips at me as he somehow sucks harder.
“Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck,” I whimper. When my orgasm breaks, I hold my breath, and my body arches dramatically as it tears through me.
It makes my body feel warm, but everything turns blazing hot again when he doesn’t stop.
He really doesn’t like being challenged.
Combine that with his hatred for the guys, and he’s determined to make me scream.
Alex sucks and bites my clit, making me come repeatedly, until finally, I have no energy left to hold back my loud and ragged moans.
I’m hyper-sensitive as it is, but the man knows how to suck.
That’s about all he knows how to do, though.
He has an under-average-sized dick, but I’m not going to judge him on something he can’t help.
As long as we both get ours, I don’t care.
For all I know, he could be a wizard with his tiny dick. Who knows?
“You gonna let me keep going tonight?” he asks as he moves up and kisses me.
“As long as you have a condom, yes,” I say.
“Fuck, Sadie. You’re on birth control, though,” he complains.
“That doesn’t mean I want to risk it, Alex.
We’ve had this conversation,” I say. He is settled between my legs with his erection already out.
I feel bad, but I’m not even about to get herpes because I was trying to people-please and let someone raw dog me because he’s too irresponsible to bring a condom.
Alex doesn’t say anything as he gets off the bed and fixes his clothes. “What are you doing?” I ask.
“I’m leaving. What the fuck does it look like?” he snaps.
“Stop being a child and just go get condoms,” I say. He shakes his head at me and goes to the door. I pull the covers over me right as he opens it and turns back to me.
“You’re too fucking old to be a tease, Sadie. This isn’t high school anymore. Do you want to know why you’re alone? This is why. You’re fucking useless,” he says as if scolding a naughty child. He walks out and slams my door shut.
His words cause pain to stab through me, because he’s right. I’m alone because I won’t let myself get close to anyone. Am I too uptight because I don’t trust him enough to take him without a condom? I roll to my side and pull the blanket up so I can better cocoon myself as sobs break out of me.
“Please go away,” I say with a broken voice when my door opens.
“Not a chance, Little Demon,” Mason says softly as he scoops me up. He does so in a way where he keeps the blankets wrapped around me completely. I don’t have the energy to argue, so I just let him comfort me. Mason sits on my bed with me in his lap as Dean and Lance sit beside him.
I can’t stop myself from crying, and no matter how much I want to hide my feelings from them, I don’t want to be alone. I’m so tired of being alone.
“What happened?” Mason asks as he makes me sit up and look at him. I shake my head, and he sighs.
“We heard basically everything, so why not just fill in the gaps for us?” Lance says.
“He was just mad that I told him he had to wear a condom if we had sex,” I say quietly.
“Really?” Dean says. “He acted like a child because you didn’t want to get syphilis from him?”
“Yeah,” I say timidly.
“Fuck him then,” Lance frowns.
“Well, I was trying, but apparently he doesn’t plan well,” I say.
“That’s not…” Lance starts to say, but stops and smiles when I laugh through my tears. “Good to see you still have a sense of humor, Sadie.”
“That’s all I have going for me,” I whisper, dropping my eyes to my hands.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Mason asks.
“It means he’s right. I’m alone because I won’t have sex with anyone,” I say bluntly. “Not even for lack of trying. I apparently just fucking suck at this.”
“Whoa. Wait. Hold on,” Mason says. “You’re a virgin?”
“Yeah,” I say tearfully. “I always get broken up with, or they ghost me. I don’t know what is so wrong with me that no one wants me.”
“Oh, Sadie,” Mason says as he hugs me. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry because I’m uptight?” I ask.
“You’re not uptight,” Dean says. “I feel like we can take a lot of blame for why you feel this way.”
“How?” I ask.
“Uh. Because we may or may not intentionally scare off basically everyone you see,” Lance says cautiously.
“Why?” I snap.
“Because you deserve far better than fuckers like Alex,” Lance says. “He’s a fucking sleaze bag who would’ve fucked you then never talked to you again. He would’ve broken your heart, just like all the others.”
“That one guy… Adam, I think… He actually had syphilis,” Dean says.
“We found out from a girl that Lance was seeing. She saw you talking with him and told us that she was clean now, but she caught something from him and warned us to get him away from you. So we did. The next girl he slept with ended up with syphilis.”
“Why didn’t you three idiots say anything to me?” I ask with a frown.
“Because you are a spiteful little girl who would’ve done it just to do it,” Lance says, and I laugh through my still-falling tears.
“I’m just tired of being alone,” I whisper.
“You have us,” Mason says.
“That’s not what I mean,” I say. “I know I have you guys, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling lonely. You all will find girls you love, and I’ll get pushed to the back burner. Plus, it’s not your job to make me feel wanted.”
“Okay. Let’s back up here,” Dean suggests. “Let’s just go find a movie and relax for the evening.”
“Can there be alcohol involved?” I ask.
“No. Drunk-and-sad Sadie gets naked and is hard to contain,” Mason laughs.
“I do not,” I gasp.
“Yeah. Yeah, you do,” he says. “That’s how we learned that you have a tattoo.”
“What possessed you to get a tattoo on your ass anyhow?” Dean asks. My mouth falls open, and they all laugh.
“I don’t know what to say,” I admit. “When was this?”
“College after a party. It was just us, if that helps any,” Dean says with a smirk.
“Well… I looked better in college, so that’s not too bad, I guess,” I shrug. Mason tickles my side as I squeal and try to pull away. “Stop. I don’t have clothes on, man.”
“Nothing we haven’t seen before, love,” Mason grins.
“You are insufferable,” I joke. “Let me get dressed, and I’ll come out and watch a movie with you guys.”
“Okay. And Sadie…” Lance says. “Alex is wrong, and so are you. You are not alone. I know it might feel like you are, but you’re not. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”
“Mhmm,” I say. “Easy for you to say when you have regular sex.”
“We could help change that for you, Little Demon,” he says with a sly grin.
“I mean… I don’t think Todd would mind if you asked nicely for me,” I say with a sweet smile.
“Baby, all six of those men would fuck you if they weren’t afraid of us killing them,” Mason laughs.
“Am I a virgin because you three are overprotective?” I ask.
“Uh. Yeah, I think so,” Dean admits with a proud grin.
“I want to be mad, but anybody I would’ve had sex with was a loser, and I definitely would not have had a future with them,” I say.
“So that explains all the noise you make in here by yourself,” Lance says seriously.
“A girl gotta do what a girl gotta do,” I shrug, and they all chuckle.
I shimmy out of Mason’s lap and stand up while keeping the blanket around me.
The back falls, but I keep everything else they can see covered.
That same stupid hope sweeps over me when I see the way their eyes scan my body as if searching for uncovered skin. “Go away so I can get dressed.”
“Okay. We will give you three minutes to be out there, or we’re coming back. If we have to come back, we’re just gonna watch movies in here,” Dean threatens.
“Yeah, yeah,” I say. They get up and leave the room, shutting the door behind them.
I take a second to lean against the wall and close my eyes.
I don’t know why I expected them to be weird about anything.
They’ve never judged me about anything before, so I don’t know why they would start now.
Eventually, I drop the blanket and grab my underwear off the floor.
While I am in the process of putting a shirt on, the door opens.
“That’s five minutes… Hot damn, woman. I’m not even going to apologize,” Lance says humorously. I laugh and pull my T-shirt on.
“I’m losing my mind,” I say, shaking my head.
“What do you mean?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I lie. “Let’s go watch a movie.”
I go to step past him, but he grabs my waist and pulls me back toward him. “What’s wrong, Sadie?”
“I’m just having a pity party. I’ll be okay,” I say. He nods and lets me pass him.
“Go sit,” Mason says when I go to the kitchen.
“I was going to get some tea.”
“I know. I’ll bring it to you,” he says.
“Go sit, please.” I hesitate for a moment, but nod and go to the living room.
I sit in the middle between Dean and Lance.
A few minutes later, Mason hands me my hot tea before sitting on the floor directly in front of me.
It’s almost instinctive for them to surround me like this anytime we hang out.
Suddenly, this time, it’s different. I have far too much hope that maybe…
just maybe… this is the time they’ll touch me.
This is the time they’ll profess their love to me.
This is the time when it all changes, and I’m not lonely anymore.
But that won’t happen. It will never happen like that.
We start watching The Notebook because apparently, they are sadists who are trying to make me cry again with these sappy movies.
Mason ends up rubbing my feet, just as he always does.
He’s done stuff like that for as long as I can remember.
It’s just second nature to him. Lance will put his arm along the back of the couch and will mindlessly play with my hair.
Dean will always have his hand resting on my thigh and gently stroke my skin.
They’ve been doing this same thing since early high school.
They have been caring for me for as long as I can remember.
Not only have I never reciprocated that, but I’ve never even said thank you.
I’m not immune to their touch. It always brings a wave of neediness over me. I love having their hands on me, but it makes me want so much more. Tonight, I am more worked up than normal. Their touch creates a pressure that won’t subside.
Suddenly, I can’t focus on the movie. My breathing is coming in short bursts.
I close my eyes and focus on calming my breathing.
The more I do this, the more it intensifies the feeling of Dean stroking my inner thigh.
I’m only wearing a large T-shirt and underwear, so when he slides his hand up slightly, I surprise myself when I whimper softly.
Now, I can feel them looking at me. They are smart men.
They know exactly what they are doing now, and Dean does not stop.
Mason continues to massage my foot, and Lance is still stroking my hair.
The only change in their normal pattern is Dean inching closer and closer to the source of the pressure.
My pussy is practically pulsating with need.
Some part of me knows I’m gonna regret this.
I know that I should get up from this couch right now and go to bed, but it feels too fucking good to make it stop.
He’s giving me plenty of time to say no, but I don’t.
Dean nudges my thigh, and I willingly part my legs more for him.
I am silently cursing myself as I make this decision.
I know I’m going to regret it because I know they will regret it.
This is nothing more than them having pity on me, and it’s going to ruin our friendship.
They will realize that I really am just like a sister, and I will get rejected.
Getting rejected by everyone else is one thing, but to be rejected by them would be crushing.
He slips his fingers past my underwear and gently strokes my swollen and sensitive clit.
I gasp and arch off the couch when he starts to rub me perfectly.
I’ve gotten myself off plenty of times, and I’m not new to guys finger fucking me.
Something about the way he does it creates a pleasure that I’ve never felt before.
He is so damn precise with his touch that he has me edging an orgasm within seconds.
He keeps me on that edge, losing my mind, for what seems like a lifetime.
My moans are ragged and desperate. I have a tight grip on his wrist so I can feel every movement of his fingers as he works me.
Lance starts kissing and biting my neck, making me melt more. “Oh God,” I whimper.
“Do you want to come, Little Demon?” Dean asks.
“Mhmm,” I whimper.
“Say it,” Lance whispers.
“I want to come,” I say quietly.
His pace quickens, and everything reaches a peak. I moan as my orgasm bursts out of me. He pulls out every little sound from me before pulling his hand away and letting me relax.
Just as quickly as I let reality slip away, it slams back down on me when I realize what I just did.
The silence in the room is deafening, and I can’t take it.
Before anyone can say anything to me, I jump up and run to my room.
I can hear them follow me because they’re probably worried now, but I make sure to lock my door before curling up in bed.
I don’t fight the tears when they come. I let myself feel all of the pain that I just caused myself. This was nothing more than just pity; girls like me don’t get guys like them.
Before I can second-guess myself, I pull my phone out and text Todd.
Me
I need to meet with you Monday morning about my contract with the guys. This stays between us.
Todd
It’s awfully late for business meeting plans. Is everything okay?
Just meet me first thing, if you can. I need help getting some paperwork together.
Todd
And this is something the guys don’t know?
No, and I’m going to pay you, so technically you can’t say anything. Okay?
Todd
don’t want your money, Sadie. I will keep it between us. I can meet you at 8:30 before your meetings.