Page 79 of Fragmented Illusions
Their hands never leave my body as they bare me to them. The biting cold slithers across my skin, making the drying blood spattered across my face feel significantly more…real.
“Look at you, pretty girl. So ready for us. So—”
“Perfect,” Sol breathes. There’s that word again… Perfect. I have always hated it. What it stands for, what it means for me. But now, with him uttering that word while staring at my naked body with such raw passion, I have never felt more perfect in my life.
Not the textbook definition—the very definition I have been forcing myself to be all of these years—buthisdefinition of perfect. The kind of perfect I was always meant to be.
My cheeks heat as they both kneel in front of me. Sol is between my spread legs and Creepy has my left leg in between both of his. I can feel his erection against my calf, and it makes me wriggle.
Their white masks are still in place, along with their hoodies and sweatpants and I suddenly feel more naked than before. I cross my arms across my bare chest. My hard nipples brush against my forearm and the sensation has me biting back a moan.
“She’s feeling a little shy, brother,” Cree—Spence—smirks.
“Take off your clothes, Spencer,” Sol barks out.
“Spencer?” I breathe, but neither of them gives me a response. Their eyes are locked on one another as Spencer carefully pulls his blood covered hoodie over his head, tossing it to the side somewhere out of my peripheral. He then dips his fingers down into the waistband of his sweats and saliva pools in my mouth.
The moonlight infiltrates the room enough for me to make out his body. His pectorals are muscular, and his abs are defined with deep ridges. His skin looks tanned, but pale from the white moonlight. He is completely bare of any hair, and he has those sexy, defined V-shaped hips that lead right down to…
Holy. Shit.
He pushes his sweatpants down and leans to each side to pull them off. His long cock bobs out of the material, standing between his muscular thighs. I realize I’m gaping, so I swallow and force my eyes away. When I do, they land on Sol which isn’t much better.
His sweatshirt is off now too, and even though he left his pants on, it still doesn’t stop me from staring at him now. His body is lean. He has muscles, especially his arms with his thick biceps and veiny forearms. His torso is lean with barely defined abs. He has a smattering of dark hair across his chest and one thick line leading down into the waistband of his pants.
I’m a panting mess when they both lean over me at the same time. Their hands are now glove free as they roam across my body. Honestly, I can’t tell who is who as they touch me, so I allow my eyes to fall shut as they bring my body the ultimate pleasure.
Sensation after sensation washes over me as one of them grabs at my breasts, pulling and twisting my nipples before smacking them. Another set of hands trace my ribs before trailing down to my belly button and across both of my hipbones. I shake underneath their hands, the feelings wracking through me already becoming too much to bear.
Fingers suddenly land on my mons pubis and a fingertip traces the S carved into my skin, now healed with slightly raised skin. I shiver at the memory and try to squeeze my legs together, but a body restricts me. My eyes fly open and land on a blood-spattered mask. Sol.
He regards me as he keeps tracing the S over and over until my inner thighs are slick with my arousal and it drips down onto the floor. My face flames with embarrassment when it runs between my cheeks and I try to glance away, but Spence grabs ahold of my face and forces my head back to where it was, leaving my only option as; watch Sol or close my eyes.
I close my eyes and feel a sharp slap against my cheek. I gasp as my eyelids fly open, though the slap didn’t hurt, it did surprise me.
“You look so good with our mark, baby. Watch him and enjoy what he will do to you.” He leans down so he can whisper in my ear. I feel the blood on his slick, porcelain mask rub against the side of my face as he says, “Trust me. He will make you feel things with his dick you never could have imagined.”
A moan slips through my lips as Sol’s fingers sink inside of me. He presses his thumb against my clit as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me, so hard I can not only feel, but hear, his hand smacking against me each time. My back slides across the floor from the amount of force he’s using, and I can feel the splintered wood dragging across my skin.
I let out a groan mixed with pain and pleasure as he continues to assault my body. Spencer’s hand covers my eyes, blocking out the decaying ceiling my eyes were locked on. In a flash, hot lips land on mine. My mouth parts with surprise and Spence takes the opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth. He groans and the sound reverberates through me. Our tongues tangle, our teeth clash, and saliva smears across my face as we attack each other’s mouths.
I can feel his erection against my skin. It’s hard andso hot.He rotates his hips against me as he runs his tongue along the back of my teeth. It shouldn’t be hot, but it drags me that much closer to the edge.
My legs shake as the pressure in my core builds and a dire need surges through me. My back arches off of the floor, shoving my face into Spencer’s. He moans loudly as our teeth clank together, jarring me.
Sol must sense my impending release because, suddenly, his fingers are ripped from me and instantly replaced with something much bigger. A scream rips through my throat as Sol thrusts inside of me, stretching and filling me so completely.
Simultaneously, another hand—I don’t know if it is his or Spencer’s—pinches my clit between two fingers. The intense throbbing pain radiating through my core is what sends me over the edge.
I let out a garbled scream as my walls clamp around Sol’s erection, holding him inside of me while it rushes through me. He thrusts hard, but leisurely as he works me through it, and my legs shake.
Spencer doesn’t slow his assault on my mouth, but the fingers on my clit slowly fall away and trail up my mons pubis, directly over the S. They continue up until they’re circling my pebbled nipples and pinching those.
I yelp and jerk off of the floor. A warm chuckle reverberates through me, and I sigh, sinking into the floor. I’m completely sated. I almost feel high. Swirls dance across my blackened vision as I revel in the feeling.
The metallic smell of blood and my arousal hangs heavily in the air and when I finally manage to peel my heavy eyelids open, I can see my breaths puffing out of my mouth, creating small white clouds of vapor. I should be freezing in this temperature, but I don’t even feel it.
All I feel is warmth—scorching heat all over every inch of my skin.
