“Because everyone knows what you’re doing,” Saint says flatly.
I squirm to close my legs, but Angel tightens his grip and flicks my clit, making me have to bite my lip not to cry out.
“If you get off my lap now, they’ll think we’re guilty,” he whispers in my ear.
“We are guilty,” I hiss back.
“They don’t know that,” he says, nipping my ear.
He bites down to the point of pain, then pinches my clit between two slippery fingers. I jolt in his lap, and he chuckles,sending currents of shivery electricity through my entire body. He presses his hips into me, and I can feel the long, hard ridge of his erection against my back. The sensation bathes his fingers in my arousal, and when we works two fingers into me, I’m panting so hard I’m starting to get dizzy.
Pleasure rises like a tide inside me, breaking when he curls his two fingers and squeezes his palm against my clit. I whimper as my walls clench rhythmically, the effort of being quiet nearly bringing tears to my eyes. Suddenly Angel draws his fingers out, lifts me, and slides me over onto Heath’s lap.
“I’m going to get cleaned up,” he says. “Stretch her for me.”
He leans over and gives me a long, lingering kiss. When he pulls back, he smiles at me with all the love he professed earlier. “When I get back, I want your juicy little cunt loose enough that I can slide in balls deep with no prep.”
Before I can protest, he stands, dropping the blanket over us, and lopes off across the lawn.
“Arrange the blanket over my feet,” Heath orders.
When I lean forward off his lap, I hear him unzip, and then I feel him pull aside my underwear. I freeze, mortification rolling through me when the sensation of his hot, bare, pierced tip presses against my flesh, still slick from Angel’s ministrations.
“What are you doing?” I hiss.
A few people around us look over, craning their necks to see what’s going on.
“Sit up, what the fuck,” Heath mutters, tugging at my hip.
“No,” I whisper-shout.
“Angel told you what I was doing.”
“You’re making a scene,” Saint growls, grabbing my arm and yanking me upright.
I yelp when I feel Heath’s hardness sliding into me to the hilt as I sit back on his length. Angel always has to work his way up to that, and I’m not used to being filled full and deep in one go. Little gasps escape me as shudders of pleasure wrack my body.
Saint clamps a hand on my bare thigh. “Shut. Up. You’re acting like a child.”
Heath runs the cold tip of his nose up the side of my neck, sending a shiver through me. A series of pulses flutters through my core, and he chuckles dark and deep against my throat.
“Be quiet and sit still, and they’ll think we’re just watching the movie.”
“They’re staring,” I whisper, my lip trembling. “They know I’m Angel’s girlfriend.”
“All the more reason for you to stop moaning and writhing on my dick,” he whispers, sounding amused.
Humiliation rakes down my body when I realize my hips were moving involuntarily, little grinds seeking friction. I go still, forcing myself not to move a muscle. Heath’s cock strains inside me, stretching my walls, pressing deep against all the right places. I can’t feel his piercing when he’s not moving, but knowing it’s buried deep inside my raw center makes me have to bite down on my lip to keep from whimpering again.
“Now look up at the stars,” Heath says, running his hand up the front of my throat, pushing my head back on his shoulder. “I’m going to make you see a hell of a lot more before I’m through with you.”
I stare up at the piercing brightness of the first stars in the clear sky, trying not to feel the intense pleasure of Heath’s girth stretching me until I start to relax around him and adjust to the pleasurable intrusion. Soon, I crave friction like an itch. Shamefully, my walls start to pulse at random, and within minutes, I can feel how thoroughly I’ve drenched Heath’s lap.
I clench my teeth and lift my head, staring straight ahead and pretending to watch the movie, pretending Heath’s not buried inside me, motionless and maddening. Saint’s hand relaxes on my thigh, and his thumb skims over my bare skin, slowly, making my breath hitch. Heath keeps one arm around me, the other moving over toward my brother. I try to figure out what he’s doing, if he’s touching him, but I can’t tell what the stirring motions under the blanket mean. The stillness of Heath inside me is driving me over the edge. I want to move, to drag myself up and slam myself down, to feel him burst inside me the way Angel does.
Saint’s thumb drags over my skin, harsher now, his fingers digging in, bruising in their strength. I wonder what he’s thinking about, if he’s wishing it were his cock filling me, pulsing inside my slick channel. I wonder how Heath can stay so still when I’m trembling all over, little gasps escaping my lips even when I try to hold them in. The screen goes dark for a few seconds during a nighttime scene, and Heath grabs my hips, lifts them a few inches, and thrusts up into me hard and fast, fucking me like a demon for thirty seconds before the screen brightens and he goes still like nothing happened.
I whimper with helpless need. The relief of his motion after the stillness was so intense it brought tears to my eyes, but now it’s done. Sitting still is torture after the few moments of friction. I drop my head back on Heath’s shoulder in surrender, my eyes falling closed, my panting breaths coming quick and hot. I can’t take it anymore.
