Page 8 of Craving Consequences

I watch like I’m in a dream as he pushes the useless fabric to one side and bares her to me. For me. I know it’s my gift when he withdraws and returns to gripping her throat. He’s daring me to take the offering, to accept my fate. And, God, help me, but there is no refusing when the mound is a perfect, plump globe with a rosy tip. It’s begging for attention and who am I to deny her?

I can’t stop myself when my head drops and I lick it. Flick it with my tongue. A little tease that has her releasing a hiss and arching her back, begging for more. The nipple shrivels before my eyes and I smirk inwardly.

“So responsive,” I taunt, tracing a lazy circle around the peak, but never touching the sensitive tip. “Will you beg, Everly?”

I nip just hard enough to make my point. I sink my teeth into the helpless bud and tug. It’s amusing to watch her body shudder with the pain. To hear her weak whine get swallowed by Van’s tongue pushing between her lips

“Answer him,” he orders, fingers flexing at her throat as if in warning.

“Please! Don’t stop,” my eternal sin moans into my friend’s mouth.

“We’ll work on it,” I tell her, scattering open-mouthed kisses up the underside while baring the second breast to my palm.

She’s trembling now, not just from the pleasure, but the knowledge that she has zero power here. She’s completely at our mercy and no one is going to save her.

I palm her breast and squeeze just hard enough to keep her on edge. My thumb drags shy of the peak and I smirk when her breath stutters and her hips twitch.

Van’s fingers close around her jaw, forcing her face back on his shoulder, restraining her. “Lift your skirt.”

I draw back just enough to watch her untangle her stiff fingers from the wrinkled state of my top and slip down to the strip of fabric barely covering her. They’re shaking as they hook into the hem and drag it up over her hips.

Her thighs squeeze together instinctively. A futile attempt at modesty that is endearing.

Van clicks his tongue in disapproval. “You begged for this, remember? It’s too late to hide your cunt now.”

Everly tries to say something, but it’s a garbled sound that trails off to nothing when Van slides his hand down the curve of her throat, down her chest. He ghosts his fingers over the nipple of the breast I’m cradling before resuming his journey across the plains of her belly.

“Spread your legs, Everly, or I’ll fucking leave you like this.”

The fear of his threat has her obeying quickly and without hesitation. The thin band of lace wedged between her small lips has my stomach dipping. My cock throbbing. It’s soaked with her release, the scent overwhelming with the hook of Van’s fingers in the fabric.

“That’s a good girl,” he taunts, lips brushing her ear. “Give me what’s mine.”

I think I should be annoyed by his claim, but watching him expose her, watching his long fingers slip between her folds and tease ... who gives a shit about technicalities?

“Her cunt is so wet,” Van murmurs, low and husky. “Tight.” He turns his face to her ear. “Let me in, Everly.”

Everly’s tense. Brows pinched with pain. Her gasps, shredded, and I know he’s working his finger inside her.

“Trying. Your finger is too big.”

Van snickers, dark and twisted. “My cock is bigger. Let. Me. In.”

I cradle her face and draw her mouth to mine. “Easy,” I whisper against her stiff lips. “You’re doing so good.”

“Don’t lie to her, Lach. She can barely take two knuckles. If she can’t take one finger, how will she take my cock? Open!” Finger glistening with her cream is brought to her face and forced between her lips. “Suck. Get it wet.”

She does obediently. Cheeks hollow around the digit he pumps between her lips. I know she can taste herself and I want to make her do this again but with my cock.

“Ready?” I ask her.

She nods, eyes locked with mine.

Van grunts as he extracts the finger. He examines it before descending once more.

“This is what you came here for, isn’t it, Everly? This is what you wanted.” He’s between her quivering thighs once more and in with a single thrust that widens Everly’s eyes and steals a gasp from her. “Better,” he purrs, wrist pumping. “But I knowyou can take more. Your pussy is meant to be stretched and dripping.”

“Yes.” She licks her lips still wet from Van’s kiss. “Stretch me,” she begs, voice rising as she crests. “Use me.”

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