Laughing as I struggled, he carried me two steps before throwing me down into the grass that lined the path.
He was on me before I could think of what to do next, and then his soft lips crashed into mine. I could taste the mint on his tongue mingling with the cherries on mine and the scent of morning dew that I couldn’t tell was real or fake.
Yes, he had my emotions in a whirlwind, but he also had me pressed into the grass while he lay between my legs as if he belonged there.
“This is not how I imagined our first time would be,” he complained with a groan against my lips.
I was still panting from the run, and Loren kissing me so deeply. “Who said this would be our first time?”
Ignoring me, Loren rose to his knees before searching the pockets of the jeans he wore. When he came up empty for whatever he was looking for, he closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and swore.
He opened them a moment later, and I didn’t like the contemplation in his eyes—like he was considering something he shouldn’t. His angry, black gaze was darker than usual under cover of trees just before sunlight. I shivered in desire laced with fear just as the sound of something hitting the ground drew our attention.
Lying in the grass next to my hip was a square packet of gold foil with Magnum Extra Large written in black.
My gaze shot to the path behind Loren to see that Houston and Rich had caught up. Houston was still slipping his wallet back into the pockets of his sweats when our gazes met. It figures he’d be the one that came prepared.
“Make it count,” he said to Loren when the bassist looked over his shoulder.
I guess it was the only protection they’d brought, which told me getting fucked in a public park that would be filling up with people soon hadn’t been their plan for me.
“Oh, I will,” Loren promised while gazing down at me. Snatching up the rubber, he kissed me again before I could remember that I should be saying no.
“Your five minutes are up,” I whined when he started ripping open his jeans. It was a weak attempt to resist him at best.
“Not quite,” he said with a cocky twist of his lips before shoving his jeans down his thighs and revealing his thick and veiny cock. He was already leaking pre-cum at the tip. I let my gaze travel the length of him and knew I’d feel him long after he was done with me. I watched him tear open the condom with his teeth before skillfully slipping it on.
Still, I didn’t object.
As I lay there trembling and growing wetter by the second, he yanked my panties down my thighs and pushed my legs apart to make room for him.
“I want to see her tits,” Rich whispered from his perch against a tree.
Loren smiled as he obliged him. Once my dress was shoved around my waist, leaving me bare above and below, Loren ran a long finger down my sopping wet opening.
“Is all this for me, Miss Fawn?” Chuckling when I refused to answer him, he slipped his finger inside. “Maybe I won’t give you my dick,” he mused as he gently fingered me. “You’ve been a bad girl this morning.”
Refusing to let him have all the power, I forced a smile to my lips. “If you won’t, they will. Either way, I’ll have some fun.”
Never losing his infuriating smirk, Loren took his finger away.
My legs immediately cradled him as he settled between my thighs, and then I felt this dick prodding my entrance when he whispered in my ear.
“That won’t work anymore, baby fawn. We’ve decided you’re ours.” Slowly, he began to fill me, making my lips part as he stared into my eyes. He didn’t speak again until he reached the hilt, and we both released a low, satisfied sound. “All of ours.”
Instantly, I was coming around his dick.
“Aw, fuck,” Loren moaned under his breath. My pussy had locked him in a vice grip.
“She’s coming, isn’t she?” Houston remarked. They’d been so silent until now I’d almost forgotten they were there.
“I think she likes the idea of belonging to all of us,” Rich teased as he looked on.
I was still releasing soft whimpers, my chest heaving from each hard breath when Loren began to move. “She’s as tight as you described her,” he remarked in a strained voice. His thrusts were slow and gentle, allowing me to get used to his size and invasion. “Holy fuck, I’m not going to last.”
“I blew my load in three when I had her,” Rich admitted.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Houston groused as he kept watch. “Sun’s coming up, and we need to get back.”
I can’t explain why the three of them talking around me, like I was something to use turned me on, but as Loren sped up his thrusts, I found myself coming for a second time.