Page 1 of Gluttony

Chapter One

Bowie

“Arch your back, Little Rabbit. We do love a slut who gets wet from sucking dick.”

Well, this is awkward.

Here we are in the back of a limo after an epic show by the hottest pop star on the east coast, KC Duke, back at the club we just left. The plan was to seduce Orion Thorne from the music labelH2O Records, which I did, thank you very much. He’s theOin the company and judging by the way my body is responding to him, he may very well be theOto my night, too.

What I wasn’t expecting is this, right here. His best friends, theH’s inH2O. Who happen to be twins.

Twins. It’s like every high school girl's fantasy come to life. Hot, rich, and from the weight of their stare on my pussy, I dare say filthy when it comes to fucking.

Apparently, Hadley and Hayes like to watch because neither one of them seem eager to participate, aside from directing the scene. Meanwhile, I’m having a hard time controlling myself with the monster cock that’s currently choking me as we take a leisurely ride around The City at stupid o’clock in the morning.Or night…whatever. All I know is that it’s definitely after three and if I don’t get home before four, it’ll cause a panic of disturbing proportions.

He worries for me, is all.

“You know what would make it even better?” My eyes dart up to the owner of said huge dick as one of the twins speaks. Oh, and did I mention they’re British? At this point, I’m not sure if sucking Orion’s cock or listening to the twins dirty-Brit-talk me while sucking Orion’s cock is what’s getting me wetter by the mile we drive. All of the above is my guess.

Orion’s face is blurry from the unshed tears this blowjob is provoking. Never been so glad to have no gag reflex, or at least very little. Still, those deep, tortured, brown eyes aren’t paying any attention to his best friends because they’re solely focused on me. And when his fist comes up to the back of my head and wraps my low pony tail around his palm, I feel my pussy lips clench at thin air. Why is this so fucking hot? Why am I on the verge of coming without any stimulation?

Who am I right now?

“A dick inside her?” This comes from above me. Orion, who is sitting with his legs nice and wide while I’m on all fours and controlling fuck-all of this little game. The man is fucking my mouth, setting the pace he wants, the depth he needs, and the amount of tears that streak my cheeks.

“Nah, she doesn’t need it. Little Rabbit here is about to come all over her thighs as it is, she doesn’t need our help.” Again, one of the twins answers. “But the visual would be fucking amazing with some color on her ass, especially with her bald pussy glistening with her own cum.” When the swift, hot sting of a slap causes me to jolt forward, I thank the universe for not making me clench my teeth. That would have been bad. For Orion, of course, but I’m pretty sure I would have suffered the consequences as well.

“Fuck.” Orion’s one word reaction to me gets my pussy excited.

Sliding his dick out of my throat as he pulls my head back far enough that my back aches from the bent angle, he lets a tiny uptick of his lip show. It’s sexy, not gonna lie.

“Well, mate, looks like our Little Rabbit is getting the Orion Special.” Before I can analyze what that could possibly be, the first spurt of cum hits my tongue, the second on my lips, the third on my cheek and oh my fucking God, how much more does he have in him?

Pulling me farther away, Orion aims his cock at my throat, then my chest, his jaw gritted tight enough I’m surprised he hasn’t chipped a tooth. “Fuck.” This time, the one word is like a breath escaping through his lips.

Now, let’s be clear. No woman likes to get a pearl necklace from a complete stranger, but this is the downside before the payday.

This is the con.

So if I need to moan through a man’s fantasy of squirting his cum all over me to get the job done, then that’s what I’ll do because, mark my words, I will never go to bed hungry again. And in the wise words ofBrooklyn Nine-Nine’s Captain Raymond Holt:“You gotta do whatcha gotta do.”

This is me putting food on the table.

Behind me, one of the twins places my red dress back over my ass, hiding my pussy, while the other hands—what seems to be—a clean hand towel to Orion. My brow furrows in confusion at the gentle touch as he wipes his cum off my cheek before cleaning my neck and chest. I mean, this is a hook-up as far as they’re concerned, so why take the time to care for me? Fucking weirdos. Although, I have to admit…I do appreciate not having the sticky stuff on my skin.

In a move I don’t expect, Orion then palms my jaw, four fingers on one side and his thumb on the other, squeezing hardenough to make my eyes narrow in indignation as he pulls me toward him. Just when I think he’s going to kiss me, he stops, and I’m not proud of the way my heartbeat accelerates and my breathing goes shallow when I realize he is, in fact, not going to put his lips where his cum just was. Why am I disappointed? And more importantly, why do I find that hot as fuck?

“I think the name Little Rabbit suits you well, Jessica.” I frown half a second before it hits me. That’s when I roll my eyes.

“Wow. Okay. A Jessica Rabbit joke. How absolutely original.” Fuck. I’m supposed to be all pliant and lust-stricken by him. Well, them now, I guess. Except my smart mouth won’t shut the fuck up. And even when it does, my facial expressions take the relay. “Uhm, sorry. That was harsh.” Not fucking sorry. That movie may be forty years old but it’s still fucking over red-heads across the globe.

Fucking Jessica Rabbit.

“Oh, this one has a backbone, Ry. ‘Bout fucking time you chose right.” When I look over my shoulder, I see the twin in the dark-gray suit is the one speaking.

“I could fuck her ‘till she breaks it, maybe that’ll shut her up.” I raise a brow at the other twin who, contrary to his brother, is dressed in dark jeans and a black T-shirt. Everything about them is different on every level except their actual faces. It’s like Billionaire Ken hanging out with Rebel Ken all the while watching their best pal Allan choking Redhead Barbie with his dick. Bet they didn’t make those accessories, did they?

Not that I ever got one of those iconic dolls in foster care. Hell, I barely got a bath.

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