“Hey, don’t stop on our account,” the hot tattooed guy says, holding up his hands in mock-surrender as he closes in on us, lips sliding into a sinister smirk. “As long as you moan like that for me too, Ava baby,” he adds with a wink.
“Of course she will, Ford, that’s what whores do,” Raf growls, the eerie monotone of his low voice dripping with malice.
My stomach swoops, a deep sense of foreboding washing over me.
I need to get out of here.
I slide my palms to Wes’ chest and shove, only to realize that he’s got me pinned in place, his strong grip on my body unrelenting. I can’t even move him an inch.
“What are you doing?” I choke, panic lacing every syllable.
Raf and the tattooed guy he called Ford circle in like vultures. Suddenly, my back’s slamming down against the pool table, Ford’s inked hands pinning my wrists to the felt surface.
“You get her nice and wet for us?” Ford asks Wes, who’s keeping a commanding grip on my thighs as I struggle against him.
“You know I did,” Wes chuckles cruelly.
Raf slides in beside Wes, the two of them prying my thighs apart while I scream in objection. Then Raf reaches in and yanks my panties to the side, my body jolting as cool air rushes over my bare center and a little piece of me dies.
“You’re right, she’s fucking dripping,” Raf murmurs, spreading me open with his fingers.
“Get off!” I scream as I fight harder to break free, tears of humiliation slipping from my eyes as they continue their rough perusal of my most intimate parts. “Don’t touch me, you assholes! Let me go!”
My desperate pleas fall on deaf ears, hands still holding fast.
“You want a taste, dontcha Wes?” Ford urges.
I kick and flail against their harsh grip, screaming louder for them to set me free.
That scream turns into something else when I feel the rough brush of stubble against my inner thighs, followed by Wes’ warm, wet tongue stroking along my slit. I choke on a gasp as he licks into me, then suctions his mouth over my clit, stars exploding behind my eyelids.
“Does that feel good?” Ford asks in a low, sultry voice, and I crack my lids to see his face hovering above mine, hazel eyes alight with sick fascination.
I wish it didn’t feel good. I wish my body wasn’t such a damn traitor right now, but what Wes is doing between my thighs has my screams dissolving into moans, my panic twisting into some disgusting semblance of pleasure.
“Get off,” I whimper weakly, even as I rock my hips up into Wes’ face, chasing his skilled tongue as it flicks and teases my clit.
“Oh, he’ll get you off,” Ford chuckles, stroking my hair back from my face like a lover.
The coil in my belly winds tighter and tighter as Wes works his magic, my thighs trembling, the fight draining out of me as he brings me closer to orgasm. The spike of fear heightens every sensation– the rasp of his stubble against my skin, the heat of his mouth, the sweep of his tongue…
This isn’t right.
It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but when Wes suctions his lips over my clit again and pinches it between his teeth, I lose control. I cry out as the tightrope I’ve been walking snaps, my climax crashing over me with the force of a hurricane. My body jerks beneath their hands, belligerent curses and moans leaving my lips as waves of bliss wash over me, threatening to pull me under.
When I come back into myself, I wish they’d drowned me. Because not only was that the most intense orgasm of my life, but also the most shameful, humiliating thing I’ve ever experienced, my body betraying my mind in a way I can never come back from.
It was a violation. I didn’t want it.
My eyes flutter open to meet Raf’s, his pupils blown wide as he stares back at me. Then he shakes his head like he’s trying to snap himself out of a daze, that same cruel, detached expression returning to his face. “I think the little slut wants some cock now, don’t you?” he sneers.
“No!” I scream, trying to jerk upright, but Ford slams my shoulders back down against the pool table with a laugh, like this is all some fucked-up game to them.
Raf nudges Wes aside and takes his place between my thighs, belt clinking as he starts unfastening it. I begin panicking in earnest, twisting and writhing and practically choking on the gulps of air that I try to drag into my lungs.
“Don’t! Please!” I beg through a choked sob, tears obscuring my vision and my chest tightening painfully. “Please, not that! I’ve never!”
Raf freezes with his hands on his belt, a look of genuine confusion playing across his features. “You’re not seriously trying to tell me you’re a virgin, are you?” he scoffs cruelly. Then he throws his head back and laughs– actuallylaughs– like the devil he is. “There’s no fucking way!”
