Page 155 of Devils' Day Party
The four of us in that old bus, we're going to create magic out of urban decay, spin sorcery with the heat of our bodies.
I sit back, my legs spread, and sneak my hand beneath the heavy tumble of my skirts, finding the wet, swollen heat between my thighs. A groan escapes me as I slick a single finger along my opening, collecting lube to use on my clit.
“Oh, fuck, make that sound again,” Raz murmurs, and I glance over to find him holding Calix's chin, both of their gazes focused on me. I keep their attention, working my clit in a circle, shifting my body as my skin heats up, sweat beading between my breasts.
“I will, if you keep kissing him,” I murmur back, and the boys turn to look at each other. Calix narrows his eyes, dragging Raz's face to his, their mouths clashing with an equal mix of heat and aggression. It turns me on, to see them kiss like they're clashing swords on a dark battlefield. My eyes are half-lidded, the silver light from the moon peeking its head into the old bus, the stars twinkling above us like the cheeky eyes of an unforgiving galaxy.
This could be it, I think, wondering if Luke will watch over Pearl, wondering if letting her keep the dress she stole will make any difference. This could be the day it all ends.
But I won't let myself hope.
Because that itchy feeling inside of me, that dark whisper of sacrifice, it's still humming its sonata too loudly for me to ignore.
Instead, I focus on this risqué nocturne, slipping two fingers inside my heat and crying out. My back arches, and I hear footsteps. Barron slams his hands down on the seats on either side of me, and I glance his way, finding him shirtless and sweaty, his pupils dilated in excitement.
“If you insist on being irresistible, then I have no choice but to abandon my art for more carnal pleasures.”
“Please do,” I whisper, reaching up for him. His white coat falls from my shoulders as I wrap my arms around his neck, drawing him in for a kiss that tastes like moonlight and sweet shadows, like dark promises and possibilities. Barron claims my mouth with a punishing kiss, his tongue sweeping across my teeth, tangling with my own.
It feels impossible to keep my heavy lids open, but I do, letting my gaze slide back to Calix and Raz. They're still kissing, still putting on a show for me.
Barron slips his own hand between my legs, putting one of his fingers inside of me, right next to mine. A cry escapes me at the feeling of fullness, but he cuts it off with that perfect mouth of his, adding another finger so that two of his are intertwined with two of my own. He pumps them slowly in and out of me, making my breath catch.
“Shit, I'm so fucking jealous,” Raz moans, his mouth still pressed up against Calix's. The latter has heavily hooded bedroom eyes, as black as the night sky without any stars. He looks at Raz as his friend talks, their lips brushing with each movement. “Switch me, Barron. You can kiss Lix now.”
Barron laughs, heavy and low and dark. “No,” he says, looking back at me and leaning in to press another brutal kiss to my mouth. My lips are going to be swollen before I even make it to the other two boys. “Not just yet.”
“Don't stop,” I murmur, reaching my free hand up to the back of my seat and finding Raz's. We tangle our fingers together as Barron thrusts his tongue into my mouth, increasing the speed of his fingers as he fucks my cunt. I slip my own out and head for the swollen nub of my clit, working myself into a frenzy as I watch the boys make out, their hands wandering over one another's bodies.
They're not looking at each other though. Instead, they're both looking at me.
Once again, I feel like the night queen, the bride of Devils' Day, its ruler and slave both. I control everything and yet, I control nothing. I live on repeat, yet I can dictate every single thing that happens with my own actions.
It's a dizzying thought.
“I want to touch you,” I whisper, but Barron just laughs, pushing my hand back when I try to move it from my clit to his pants.
“You're a girl, aren't you?” he says, and then pauses, furrowing his brow. “Have I said that to you before?” he whispers, his fingers still trapped inside my wet heat. Barron shakes his head to clear it and turns that incredibly intense stare of his back to my face. “Enjoy the orgasm, Karma. You're allowed to have more than one.”
He puts my hand back on my clit and continues to work his fingers in and out of me, until the stars seem to spin above my head, until I can't see anything but white splotches in my vision. The climax hits me hard, and I bite down on Barron's lip as I come, making him bleed.
