Page 63 of Eternal Pieces
I grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge on the way to my room opposite Sarah’s. Leaving the lights low, I sit on the bed and flick through the television, but nothing catches my attention.
Instead, I decide to get comfy with my latest book. It’s a smutty monster romance, and I’m almost at the part where I get to find out if they really can make it fit.
Before I get started, I check my messages in case the guys have checked in. There’s nothing from them, but there is another hateful text from Aaron. I’d hoped that after what Max and Maddox did to him after graduation, the messages would stop. He must have nothing better to do in his hospital bed.
They didn’t tell me the exact details of what happened, but I saw the news reports of a break-in at his frat house. The date lined up with the morning I woke up to find Max and Maddox covered in bruises.
Feeling a little lonely since my guys aren’t here, I send them a risqué selfie with my full breasts in view, milk leaking out from them.
They see it, but don’t respond.
“Spoil sports,” I pout.
Slipping out of my nightshirt, I lie back on the bed with the intention of getting myself off before I turn in for the night. My breasts are sore, and I could do with expressing some milk first, but my mind is already running away with itself.
Two long, thick cocks take up all my thoughts as I slip my hand down my shorts and start to touch myself. Closing my eyes, I picture Max and Maddox watching me, stroking themselves to completion in time with me. My shorts are only getting in the way of my fantasy so I slide them off as well, leaving myself completely bare as I play with my clit.
I feel myself getting close, but the longing ache for them in my chest is stopping me from getting there. I need them here.
“Would you look at that? A perfect little pussy spread open for us.”
“Such a warm welcome.”
Gasping, I shoot up in bed. I know those distorted voices all too well now. This time they’re not in my imagination.
My two dark strangers stand at the foot of the bed in their neon masks. One of them has his head tilted as he watches me with a bundle of rope in his hands. The other has a very familiar baseball bat. My heart races as all my fantasies come to life.
“How did you get in here?” I ask breathlessly.
“That’s not something a little whore like you needs to know,” the one holding the rope says. The cadence of his words leaves no room for argument.Max.
“Look at her all wide open and bare like this. She’s asking for someone to break in and take this pussy.” Maddox trails the bat up the inside of my leg and presses the thick end of it to my pussy. Moaning like the whore I am for them, I part my legs wider, wanting to feel that delicious coolness against my wet,heated skin. But he pulls it away and laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. “Fuck, she’s a horny girl.”
They start to circle me. Each one taking a side of the bed, making it a struggle to keep my eyes on them both.
“It’s bad luck for you to see me before the wedding.”
“We get to see what’s ours whenever we like. No superstition is going to keep us away.” Maddox holds the end of the baseball bat to my chin, forcing me to focus on him.
I arch my back, letting them get a better view of my naked body. In the dim light, I can just about make out the large bulges in the fronts of their jeans.
Max drops the rope on the bed and picks up my book. “Did we interrupt something?”
Biting my lip, I nod and run my hands across the top of my breasts, avoiding my sensitive nipples. Maddox follows with the bat, and I cry out as he catches one of the tight buds with the metal.
Max leans in close and grazes his knuckles over my jaw. Anticipation builds inside me. Tilting my head up, I invite him to do whatever he wants to me. But he swiftly pulls away, leaving me longing for his touch.
“Lie down. Hands above your head. Legs open.”
I gasp from the sudden increase in volume as Max orders me around. But I don’t move. My eyes go to the closed door. To where Sarah is sleeping, two rooms over.
“Your friend can’t help you; she’ll be knocked out until morning,” Maddox says from my other side.
“How do you know that?” Then it dawns on me. “You had that alcohol sent up, didn’t you?”
“Maybe.” Maddox shrugs, casually circling back to the foot of the bed, the bat swinging by his side. “Maybe it was laced with a sleeping pill. Or maybe your friend is just a lightweight. Eitherway, you’re ours for however long we want you.” Dropping the bat, he grabs my ankles and pulls me toward him.
I put up a little resistance. Just enough to turn us both on. “And how long is that?” I ask.
