Page 163 of Did They Break You

Storm moves his out of me, running his entire palm down my slit, then back up again.

I shiver and he dives down, his mouth crashing into Cortland fingers and pressing them against my lips. We’re kissing and tasting me and him and Cortland groans beneath me as mine and Storm’s tongues clash over his fingers.

“Can I fuck you baby?” Cortland asks in my ear, his voice full of need.

Storm’s tongue flicks against mine as he runs his hand down me one more time. Storm starts sucking on Cort’s fingers again as he stares at me and I lean in, my mouth touching his as I get an idea.

“Fuckhim,”I whisper, to Cortland, a smile pulling on my lips. “Fuck him and?—”

Cortland grips my jaw, turning my head to face him while Storm laughs quietly, pulling his mouth from Cortland’s fingers. “Shh, baby. You’re drunk.” He laughs, knowing I’m not andhemust be, then he pulls my bottom lip between his teeth. “Maybe another night.”

Storm moves his hand, sits back by my thighs, lifting them onto his lap again.

“For now, why don’t you go sit on his lap, baby?” Cortland whispers in my ear.

I tense, my hands fisting on my thighs. “Cort, I don’t wanna?—”

“Hey, shh, baby. You’re not gonna make me mad. I trust you.I trust him.”

I swallow, staring at Storm, his hand back around his cock, stroking himself.

“I promise I won’t be mad,” Cort says. “Just this one time. Just with him.”

Storm extends his free hand, offering it to me.

“Go on, baby,” Cort says, brushing his lips over my neck. “Go sit on his lap.”

My pulse skyrockets, but slowly, I take Storm’s hand.

He pulls me over to his lap, and Cortland slaps my ass as I crawl over to his best friend.

With tense limbs, I straddle Storm, my hands on his hard shoulders, his smooth skin.

He stares at me, his hand pulling his cock from his shorts as he slips down his boxers. He starts to stroke himself.

I glance at Cortland.

He’s got his hand tucked behind his head, his bicep flexed as he watches me, one hand palming his cock through his shorts. His eyes are on mine.

“Make this worth it, baby,”he says in the dark.

I turn to Storm, and his hand comes to my ass, slipping under my shorts. “Dirty little wolf,” he whispers, his blue eyes gleaming. “Help me out.” He glances down at his cock, releasing himself, and grabbing my outer thigh, yanking me closer, so his cock is against my slit, only the thin cotton barrier of my shorts between us.

I curl my fingertips into his shoulder, my breath leaving me.

Storm leans down, pressing his brow to mine. “Ride me, Remi.”

His grip on my ass is bruising, and I start to shift my hips, wanting to feel the friction of him between my thighs.

It feels so good, his cock thick and long beneath me as I brush my slit against him, desperate for my shorts to shift to the side so I can feel his skin on mine.

But it feels wrong, too, and I glance over at Cortland, only to see him stroking his own cock now, bare beneath his fingers, biting his lip as he watches me. “Go ahead, baby.Get dirty.”

I turn back to Storm, and I move faster, whimpering as I do.

He smiles up at me, his eyes glassy. “Good girl.”

I grind faster against him, his hands on my hips, then the couch shifts and Cortland is behind me, running his palm down my back, pulling my shirt up to my neck. His hand comes to mybelly then, over my shoulder, and he pulls my cami up, past my tits, exposing me to Storm.

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