“Please,” I beg, a tear slipping from my lashes.
“Nympho needs to be fucked so bad she’s crying for it,” Heath taunts. “Say it again, little lamb. Say my name this time.”
“Please, Heath,” I say without hesitation, grinding back into his lap, not caring how desperate he thinks I am. It’s true.I am desperate. He’s pushed me to the edge for too long, and I might lose my mind if he doesn’t bring me over.
Saint scoffs, but his hand slides further up my thigh, to the very top. I shudder with need when I feel his pinky finger skimming over the outer lip of my pussy. My eyes fall closed, and I shudder with longing, a new rush of wetness coating Heath’s shaft inside me. Saint’s finger tugs me open, sliding in my wetness until he reaches the place where Heath and I are joined. He traces his fingertip in a slow, agonizing path along my stretched opening. By the time he reaches the highest point and brushes his drenched fingertip over my clit, I can’t hold back.
My walls constrict, gripping Heath so hard his control finally slips, and he sucks in a sharp, ragged breath. My core pulses and flutters, milking his tip until it sucks spurts of hot liquid from it. His releases erupts in erratic spasms, and his cock jolts inside me as it pumps more into my thirsty center. His breath comes out ragged and tormented as he drags me up and shifts me sideways onto Saint.
Saint grabs my hips as if to stop me from sitting down. I can feel a flood of Heath’s hot seed slide out of me, dripping onto Saint’s lap. And then Heath shifts, reaching between us. I feel his hand brush my bottom, and the next second, he drags my brother’s stiff cock into position, rubbing it up and down my slit. Saint rumbles a low groan, his fingers flexing on my hips. Heath’s hand slides up his shaft until it meets my flesh, fevered and soaked and ready. He turns his hand, pushing two fingers into me, scooping out the cream he left inside me and smearing it over Saint’s tip, bathing him in it.
“You like my cum dripping down your cock?” Heath asks, his voice a low, seductive purr I’ve never heard him use before. He slides his hand down my brother’s shaft, but before he can slide it back up, Saint slams me down on him. Heath’s hands disappears from between us, and Saint gives me every inch of hiscum-slicked cock, driving Heath’s release back into me before he adds his own deep inside me.
With a hoarse, guttural groan, he grinds up into me, holding my hips pinned to his as he hits painfully deep and releases another flood, giving me no time to work up to an ending of my own. No matter how many chances I give him, he’s determined to only hurt me and give me no pleasure of my own. When he’s throbbed out every drop, he yanks me off his length, drops me onto the blanket, and stuffs himself back into his pants before stumbling to his feet.
“Saint,” I cry, but he’s already charging away, barreling blindly through the dark, bumping into people who protest when he steps on their blankets.
“What was that about?” Angel asks, dropping down beside me.
“Just Saint being a diva again,” Heath says with a wicked grin.
“I have to go after him,” I say, starting to rise.
“Didn’t your mama ever tell you not to chase after men?” Heath asks.
“Yeah,” Angel says, pulling me sideways onto his lap. “Besides, you’re all fucked full of cum, and I didn’t get to feel it yet. I want to feel their cum dripping out of you, squeezing out around my cock, and running down my balls. I love it when you’re nice and loose and sloppy like this.”
As he speaks, he unzips and pushes up into me, then presses my knees together so I’ll squeeze him tighter. Even after the other two, I wince a little at how far he stretches me. He has to be the one who fucked me first, on Christmas Eve, but I’m scared to ask. I’m scared he’ll deny it, and I’ll always wonder if he’s lying or not. So I bury my head in his neck and let him reach under the blanket and stroke my clit with his thumb until I’m moaning softly against his skin. And then I feel Heath’s fingercreeping under my skirt, under my panties. He wets it in the liquid seeping out of me, then works it into my rear entrance. He drags it out and pushes it in slow and deep, each stroke making me burn with shame so intense that it pushes me over the edge.
My core throbs around Angel, raw and sore from being used by all three of them but still hungry for more, like the slut my brother calls me. A soft sob hiccups through me when Angel grips my thigh, his cock throbbing painfully thick before he adds his release to the others, filling me so full it oozes out around his girth. He moans aloud, and several people turn to stare, but he does seem to care. He rolls my clit between his fingers, and I hiccup out a cry, my core clenching, sucking more milk from the thick head of his cock.
At last, he releases me, and I can’t stand the shame another minute. People are looking, and they saw me get passed around from Angel to both his friends and back, and if they had any doubts about what we were doing, they don’t anymore, thanks to Angel giving it away.
I stumble to my feet, burning with humiliation as I stumble away after Saint, tears dripping down my face and the cum of all three of the men who just defiled me running in rivulets down my legs to pool around my feet in a slimy puddle inside my clogs.
eighteen
The Heathen
“I should go after her,” Angel says, leaning back to zip his jeans.
“She’ll be fine,” I tell him. “She’s with Saint.”
“He left a while ago,” Angel points out. “Ever since we found out all that shit from Mav, I’m just more comfortable knowing someone’s with her when she’s outside her dorm.”
“Is that why you’ve been fucking her there every night?” I ask. “I was starting to think you didn’t want to share.”
“I’ve been sharing,” he protests. “But yeah, that’s partly why. Plus, I’m not sure she trusts me not to video it again.”
“Thatwashot,” I say. “It’d be hotter if we passed her back and forth all night. Just watch her get more and more wrecked every time she goes wobbling from one bed to the other until she can’t even stand up anymore. Bet she’d crawl for a good dicking.”
I’m hard just picturing it.
“I’ll bring her over more,” Angel promises, standing and holding out a hand to me.
“Why don’t I go get her,” I say, letting him pull me to my feet.
I can tell Angel wants to argue, but at last he nods. He knows it’s hard for me to let other people take the reins. The last time I trusted someone else with a girl I loved, she disappeared, never to be seen again. That’s why I was the one who went to get Mercy the first few times we needed her. I don’t like ceding that control, even to guys I trust with my fucking life.
