Page 27 of Brutal Little Secrets
“You wet for us, little devil?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer. His hand cups my pussy and presses a finger inside,sliding in easily. I bite back my moan. “You want our cum inside you?”
I hum my answer, barely able to think. I’m wound so tight.
“You get a safe word this time, baby girl.” Hawk closes in on my back. “If something is wrong or you get hurt, call out red. Like a stop sign. Do you understand?”
I nod.
Hawk slides his hand along my thigh and when Damon removes his finger, Hawk slides his deep inside me. I gasp as he fucks me with his finger. Damon circles my clit as I lean back against Hawk to watch Damon’s eyes in the dark. I can’t see the color, but the need for me is so fucking obvious.
I want to fuck them all tonight.
Cam’s hand slides over my breast and teases my nipple into a hard peak. “We need you soaking wet for us, goody.”
I gasp in Damon’s breath as his mouth covers mine. Their hands work me as I cling to Damon’s shirt.
I cry out into Damon’s mouth as my release gushes around Hawk’s fingers, leaving my thighs wet. They all withdraw as I’m catching my breath.
I look up into Damon’s eyes. He sucks his finger in his mouth, and his grin is almost feral.
“Ten... Nine... Eight...”
I pull away from him and stagger off on weak knees into the woods. Adrenaline pumps through my system as I hurry away from them and the numbers keep counting down. Yellingwaitwon’t stop them. For a moment, real fear creeps through my system. Did I really give them permission to fuck me like this?
In the woods, after they catch me? Am I supposed to struggle? Try to get away?
My pussy throbs. I don’t hate the idea.
My heart races and I’m almost dizzy trying to figure out where to hide. It seemed logical. I don’t have to decide who goesfirst. Someone will catch me and fuck me, and it will be done. I won’t be a virgin anymore.
No need to think more about it.
It doesn’t always hurt the first time. I’m sure I read that somewhere. Besides, anything could break a hymen. Even a finger fuck.
“Two.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck. My pulse catapults. I duck behind a tree, trying to catch my breath. The wind cools the wetness between my legs. Any number of things can stretch or tear a hymen. I doubt there’s much there at this point as often as the guys have had their fingers between my legs. A fresh wave of arousal flows through me.
“One.” Branches crack as they enter the woods. They aren’t rushing, which is almost more terrifying. Because the closer they get, the more the urge to run presses on me. As soon as I move, they’ll know where I am. My heartbeat is loud in my ears.
It’s possible they’ll decide to fuck my mouth. Just because I gave them permission doesn’t mean they’ll slam into me at the first opportunity. And it’s not like they’ll come at me all at once. Right?
Fuck.
I could yell the safe word.Red. It would stop them, but I don’t want to stop. Even though my heart feels like it’s going to pound out of my chest, I want this. Honestly, I want to be out of my head. I don’t want to worry about two weeks from now when the decision is finally taken out of my hands.
Maybe they’ll find out I’m a virgin or maybe they won’t even notice. I’ve read that guys can’t really tell. But I’ll know it’s gone. Finally.
A branch cracks to my left, and I cover my mouth to stop from screaming. It’s darker in the woods than it appeared fromthe road. The canopy provides cover and instead of the guys I know, all I see are shadows shifting through the night.
A crack directly behind me makes me bolt. I can’t handle it. It doesn’t matter that I’m giving away my position, I need to run. Footsteps fall after mine. I’m not going to outrun him. I can’t outrun any of them, but I can try.
Arms wrap around me, and we go falling toward the ground. Holding in my shriek, I brace for impact, but he turns us so I fall on him. His chest and arms are bare. I scramble to get off him, to get away, but he comes with me and I’m kneeling on the dirt with him behind me.
His hands grab my hips and fear chases through me. The wordredlingers on my tongue, but then a warm mouth is on my pussy. My body melts, programmed to ache for their tongues on any part of my body. My fingers dig into the leaves on the ground.
When he sucks on my clit, I forget to run. I forget what I’ve offered. The heat curls inside me and I open my legs for him. The flood gates open and I shatter.
A belt clinks and a zipper unzips as my release chases through me. It registers somewhere in my mind as I try to come back down. Something much bigger than a finger thrusts into my pussy, ripping me open. I scream at the pain.
