“Look at you, so desperate and demanding,” Ford murmurs, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear as he leans in closer. I’d almost forgotten he was right next to me, just as much a part of this depravity as Wes is.
A whimper breaks from my throat, Wes smirking as he leans in. His warm breath skates across my skin, stubble rasping against my inner thighs. I squirm with anticipation, bucking my hips, and the first drag of his tongue almost makes me lose it. Pleasure races through my body like a shot of pure adrenaline as he licks into me, my back arching off the mattress as I cry out.
Wes doesn’t let up, his mouth sealing over my pussy, tongue lashing at my clit. Ford watches with rapt attention as his friend drives me insane, feeding filthy words into my ear while Wes feasts on me.
“God, he’s making you feel so good, isn’t he?” Ford taunts, his voice low and gravelly. “He’s so good at that, look how much you love it.”
I can’t deny it any more than I can stave off the avalanche of pleasure that’s building inside me, fast and furious. Every flick of Wes’ tongue pushes me closer to the edge, bringing me to the brink of ruin.
“You’re so fucking hot right now, Ava baby,” Ford rasps, palming the hard bulge pressing against the front of his jeans. “Fuck, I can hardly take it.”
I turn my head, eyes zeroing in on the movement of his hand as he strokes himself through the fabric, then pinging up to meet his own. A wicked smirk plays on his lips, and I know what’s coming next. Worse than that, I welcome it. Iwantit.
I don’t even care what that says about me. Not here, not now. In this moment, I don’t care about anything except for how good this feels.
“You want me to take it out, don’t you?” Ford prompts, his fingers already popping the button on his jeans and loweringthe zipper. “Little Dolly needs me to feed her some cock, doesn’t she?”
My teeth sink into my lower lip to stifle a moan, my body shaking with need. Wes is relentless between my legs, his mouth working me into a frenzy, hands pushing my thighs wider to grant him better access to consume me.
Ford lights up when I nod back at him, a wicked gleam in his eye as he pushes up to his knees and shoves his pants and boxers down. His cock springs free, rock hard and ready as he shuffles closer, the piercing at the base of the head glinting.
Without hesitation, I part my lips and take him in, letting him fill my mouth as Wes’ tongue spears into my opening. It’s the single hottest moment of my life and for once, there’s no shame or humiliation attached to it. I want this, wantthem, want to lose myself completely.
Ford fucks my mouth while Wes fucks me with his tongue, and I love that it’s both of them, that they’re both as lost to it as I am. Ford grips my hair, directing my movements as he pumps his thick cock deeper down my throat, groaning like he can’t get enough. He steals my breath and gives it back as Wes continues to work my pussy, licking and sucking like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted on his tongue.
I barely notice when Wes shoves his own pants down, too caught up in the lustful haze we’re all trapped in. His mouth stays on me as he fumbles his jeans down past his hips, and I moan around Ford’s dick at the sight of Wes’ springing free, his hand wrapping around it and tugging.
“Look what you’re making him do,” Ford remarks with a harsh, breathless laugh. “See what you do to us, Ava? You drive us fucking crazy, pretty girl.”
Wes fists his cock while he eats me out, one hand working his shaft, the other wrapped around my thigh to anchor me to the bed as he takes me apart and puts me back together again.Ford’s right– I’m making Wes lose it, and I love that. I love that I’m the reasonhe’sbreaking, too. It’s wild and raw, it’s complete madness, and yet it’s also everything I need it to be.
Ford thrusts deeper into my mouth, his hands controlling the motion as his hips buck hard and fast against my face. I moan around his cock, and he groans at the vibration, driving all of us closer to the edge. I feel it coming, that unstoppable wave, that unavoidable crash, and I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want any of this to ever stop.
The tension coils tight inside of me, a spring about to break, a wire about to snap.
“Oh fuck,” Ford chokes, my tongue toying with his piercing. “Fuck, yes. That feels so good, baby girl. You’re gonna make me come. Wes is about to lose it, too, you’re gonna make both of us come so fucking hard.”
Those words unravel me, sending me freefalling into an explosive climax that makes my back arch and my toes curl. I hear Wes grunt, feel the motion of his fist around his cock as hot ropes of cum land on my skin. I feel Ford’s cock throb in my mouth, taste the rush of his release shooting down my throat. I open my eyes and see both of them, just as blissed out as I am in the throes of release, and the sensory overload is too much. It breaks me into a million shards of pleasure that consume me, taking me under as I ride out the waves of ecstasy.
When I finally come back into myself, we’re all collapsed on the bed in a heap, tangled and breathless and wrecked. My pulse throbs in my ears, gradually steadying as my senses return. The silence in the room is cool and heavy, a stark contrast to the searing heat of what we just did.
Wes and Ford bracket me on either side, their chests rising and falling with labored breaths as they slowly come back down to earth. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to do anything but drift in this quiet, mindless peace.
But then my gaze drifts, and I catch our reflection in the mirror across the room. I see the mess of the sheets, the mess of my hair, the mess of everything in my life right now. The eyes staring back at me don’t even look like my own. I’m not sure if I’m looking at myself or at the girl they’ve made me into.
Maybe I’m both. Maybe I’m neither.
Maybe I’m so broken that I don’t even care anymore.
CHAPTER 38
FORD
Whenever Raf ragesout and goes AWOL, odds are he’s at the gym. One look at his massive build tells you just how often he needs to burn off his anger. When he’s close to the edge, barely holding it together, this is where he comes to sweat it out, trying to exorcise the darkness clawing at his insides.
I slap a palm against the glass door and push into the weight room, the muted thud of my footsteps swallowed by the thick rubber flooring. Except for Raf, the place is empty– the Kings have exclusive access at this hour. Even if that wasn’t the case, though, I’m betting anyone who entered would take one look at him and run the hell away. Bad energy rolls off Raf in waves as he powers through reps on the bench press, skin slick with sweat.
He spots me from the corner of his eye and slams the bar back onto the rack with a metallic crash, abs tightening as he curls up to sit.
