Malum: Part 1 (The Elite King's Club 4)

My eyes drop to his crotch and I bite on my lip. Nate chuckles, then lowers himself to my level. “You like that?” He asks, tilting his head, his eyes going straight to Brantley’s hand that’s under my skirt. Nate’s hand touches my other thigh, his eyes staying on mine.

“Play with her tits. She likes that, but you gotta be rough.”

I know that without the mask of my pain, what’s happening right now would hurt me. It would hurt me to see his disinterest in me and treating me like one of the EK hoes that they always have hanging off them. I can’t find that hurt because the pain of losing the most important person to me is a darkness so bleak that it hides everything else.

I close my legs and wriggle, grabbing the ends of my dress. When Brantley realizes what I’m trying to do, he pulls his fingers out and I removed my dress, now I’m standing there in nothing but my Victoria Secret panties that have the word SECRET stamped over my lower belly.

“Take them off…” Brantley orders, and I spin around to face him, knowing damn well Nate is right behind me, my ass directly in his face. It’s about to get closer, because I hook my thumbs under the bands and wriggle my panties down, making sure to bend over, my eyes staying on Brantley. I rest my hands on either side of him, and open my mouth, my tongue poking out slightly. Brantley grins, his eyebrows lifting in surprise. He presses his finger that is still slick with my wetness inside my mouth and groans. “Damn. She’s fucking bad.”

My lips wrap around his finger as I suck myself off him. “Numb. The word you’re looking for isn’t bad, it’s numb.”

Nate’s fingers grip around my hips and his mere touch goes straight to my chest. I know he’s using me right now, and this scene right here isn’t something that would be happening on a day that he thinks he cares about me. At least cares enough to not share me. But maybe I’m using him too. And Brantley. I can hear Madison moaning in the background and the sound of flesh slapping together. It smells like rich cologne, perfume, weed, cigarettes and candy. Sex. It smells like sex. I feel the tip of Nate’s cock press against me from behind and I moan, my head tilting back.

Brantley takes a swig of whiskey, his eyes going over my head. His jaw flexes a few times, and then he mutters, “Can she fucking touch it at least?”

What? I missed something.

Brantley starts unzipping his jeans, and my eyes fall to his crotch. Nate slams inside of me and I let out a slight scream, my back arching. I feel myself clench around his thickness and my eyes roll to the back of my head, my thoughts lost in pleasure taking ownership of my dark thoughts. In Nate. Lost in Nate, but slightly distracted by Brantley’s cock. Two small silver balls are on either side of his tip, and then there’s a ladder going down his shaft. Holy fuck. I didn’t expect him to have his cock pierced. I somewhat expected Nate to have it, since he has other piercings. Nose, tongue, and nipples. Brantley has none—just his cock.

Butterflies roar inside of me, excitement lashing through my blood like a lethal injection of heroin. I reach for it, my hand clenching around his hardness. I feel Nate’s grip on my hips squeeze tighter and I flinch from the pain. That was fucking sore. Angry at him, I start tugging on Brantley and watch as one of the scariest guys I have ever met starts to come undone under my hand. He sucks in a breath, his eyebrows crossing as his eyes come to mine. My mouth waters and I want nothing more than to take him between my lips and suck him deep into my throat. Nate hits me hard from the back and I moan again, riding the wind of pleasure that tears through me like a category five tsunami. Fuck it. I lower my face closer to his dick, but Nate’s hand slams against my throat and clenches.

He yanks my head backward, his lips coming to my ear. “If you want to be able to walk after I’m done fucking you, I’d advise you not to wrap those pretty little lips around his cock.”

Brantley rolls his eyes, his head tilting back to rest on the sofa. “Pussy.”

I continue rubbing Brantley’s cock, his thighs clenching under my touch. A bead of cum spills over the tip and I use the cushion of my thumb to massage it over him. I’m so close. Nate’s hand comes to my tit as his cock fills me relentlessly, his balls slapping against my clit. I can feel a slight sting ring out around me down there from the slaughter, but I ignore it, dancing on the line that crosses pain and pleasure. Hot cum shoots out of Brantley’s dick and I slow my tugging to a soft massage, pointing his cock onto my tits. Brantley grins and winks at me. A small “fuck you” to Nate. But then I’m screaming in my own pleasure because my orgasm slams into me at lightning speed and I feel Nate’s cock pulsing inside of me. We’re all panting, our breaths slowing as Nate pulls out, his hot cum dripping down my thighs on his extraction. His finger comes to my inner thigh and he swipes up his cum, then I feel his finger come to my mouth. I keep my eyes on Brantley and suck, twirling my tongue around him.