“Do I still have your motherfucking attention?” he questioned as he pounded me with short brutal thrusts.
The medallion around his neck swung like a pendulum, beating against his chest already dripping with sweat, and making a clinking sound that was mostly drowned by the sound of his hips meeting mine.
I could feel my breasts swaying from his rough movements and knew Rich watched them with a hunger there’d be no time to sate.
Lost in the feeling of being thoroughly fucked, my head fell to the side. I couldn’t stifle the sounds I made, either. If someone wandered over, there’d be no question what we were up to.
Loren increased his tempo, and my fingers began ripping the grass from the ground in an attempt to hold on.
“Answer me.”
I tried.
Every time my voice was cut short with a choked cry when he’d shove deeper inside of me.
Loren was a remorseless fuck.
He drew out my pleasure even when it caused me pain. I felt like I was being driven wild, trapped in the den they made for me.
“Yes,” I managed to moan only when he finally let up. He was back to fucking me slow, but there was nothing gentle about it.
“Show me.” I didn’t understand how until he flipped onto his back, leaving me on top and gazing down at him. “Ride my dick like you rode my pillow, you insolent little thing.”
Rich released a groan that sounded like he was being tortured, and then I heard clothes rustling, prompting me to look over my shoulder. Rich had his dick out now and was stroking it furiously as he watched me ride his friend. I licked my lips, remembering his taste, and deciding I wanted more. Seeing the invitation in my eyes, he ambled over.
A moment later, I had my left hand wrapped around Rich and my right planted on Loren’s chest.
“Eyes on me,” Loren growled. He’d drawn my attention back to him. “He’s had his turn.”
Bouncing on his rod, I dug my long nails into Loren’s chest, making him grunt in pain as I continued to stroke Rich. Not done making him sorry, I began to carve my name over and over.
“Fuck, she’s ambidextrous,” Loren breathed before tossing his head back and groaning. “She’s fucking ambidextrous.”
Feeling another orgasm rising, I rocked my hips at a furious pace, using Loren for the friction I needed to come.
This time I wasn’t alone.
Unable to hold back any longer, Loren seized my hips to keep me still and began pounding me hard from below. My mouth fell open from the sensation of Loren completely wrecking my middle. His movements became jerky soon after, and then he froze as he flooded the condom. The grunt he released was cut off when my pussy began contracting around him. The look in his eyes said I owned him as I held his dick in yet another vice grip.
Turning to Rich, no words were spoken between us before I swallowed his dick in three gulps. It took maybe thirty seconds of rough deep throating before he was coming with a groan that I felt in my bones. Breathing hard, his knees shook a little when he took a step back and pulled up his shorts.
I winked at Rich, and once he smiled, I turned my attention back to Loren.
Still nestled inside of me, he lay there with his eyes closed, body relaxed, and his breathing slow and deep. It took me five seconds of calling his name to realize he’d fallen asleep.“We need to talk,” Houston informed me the moment we were through the door. We were back inside our hotel suite, and we’d almost gotten here unscathed.
At the edge of the park, we were spotted by early joggers who’d paid no mind to our rumpled clothing or the grass in our hair as they excitedly requested our autographs. By that time, we’d drawn more attention. Once the crowd had gotten too big for us to handle safely, Loren took my hand, and the four of us made a run for it.
Sighing, I stopped at the bottom of the stairs leading to my room before turning and gripping the railing. “Is the topic in any way related to our next show?”
I watched the three of them gape at me with matching, confused frowns. If I weren’t so exhausted and knew better by now, I’d think that they were adorable.
“I didn’t think so,” I said when none of them responded.
I bet they thought me spreading my legs meant all would be forgiven. I’d given them time to plead their case and be heard, and they hadn’t used it wisely, so…no. All was not forgiven.
“Thanks for the orgasms.” Turning, I gingerly climbed the sweeping stairs. Loren and his friends had done a number on me in more ways than one.What…the hell?
How is it that we kept making the same mistakes? Or maybe we were making all new ones. I didn’t know anymore. I couldn’t tell which way was up.