Page 156 of Devils' Day Party
He just laughs, pulling back slightly and licking the blood away as I sit there, shaking and sweating and wanting more.
“Here.” He grabs the vodka bottle with wet fingers and hands it back to me. “You're gonna need this.” I take a swig and then pass it to Calix and Raz. The former swigs a mouthful of vodka, meets my eyes with a defiant gleam, and then drops his lips to Raz's, feeding him the alcohol. “Come with me.” Barron picks me up and I wrap my legs around him, just I like I did in Thorncrown Chapel. He carries me over to the mess of blankets piled on the leaf-strewn floor of the bus and lays me down. “Does anyone have any condoms?”
“We don't need any,” I say, panting heavily and sitting propped up by my elbows as Barron hovers above me.
“Because of your time loop?” Barron asks me with a mocking smile.
“You get tested every six months, and Calix hasn't had a partner since he was with me last year. Raz has never not used a condom because he's afraid of getting a girl he doesn't like pregnant.” Silence reigns in the bus for several seconds as Calix stands up and moves over to the blankets on my left side. Raz does the same, flopping down on my right, his mouth swollen from Calix's rough kisses.
I can't help it; I lean forward and capture Raz’s mouth with my own, tasting Calix on his lips. He groans and cups the back of my head, meeting my intensity with some of his own. When we break apart, we're both gasping for breath.
“You say no condom, I'm not arguing,” Raz growls, throwing a scathing look in Calix's direction. He's just standing there above us all, watching with crow-black eyes. “You gonna make a fuss over this, Lix?”
“No.” Calix kneels down on the blanket, reaching for the fly on his jeans and flicking it open. With our eyes locked together, he pushes his pants down just enough to free his cock, taking the base of it in a tight grip. “I won't.”
“Well then …” Barron murmurs as I reach for his fly. This time, he waits patiently as I work it open, palming the velvety length of his shaft as his eyes flutter closed in pleasure. “Shall we remove this dress then? From what I remember, it isn't easy to get your tits out of it.”
“You remember?” I choke out, but he just laughs, shaking his head again.
“I do, and I don't. I don't know.” He reaches behind me to undo the laces, kissing me as he loosens the knot with those expert fingers of his. As soon as it comes undone, he pulls back, yanking the dress down and off before chucking it aside. I'm completely naked now, dressed only in starlight and arousal, my body dotted with sweat, heart thumping.
Calix settles down on my left side while Raz lounges on my right, both of them watching as Barron kisses his way down my body, starting with my lips and trailing his way down between my breasts, heading straight for my cunt.
I stop him by grabbing a handful of his hair and yanking his mouth back to mine. He settles his big body over me, sliding his cock against the outside of my folds, making me writhe beneath him. I feel a bit like a pinned butterfly beneath that stare of his.
“Have you ever been with more than one guy before?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“Have you?” I retort, but he just laughs at me, stroking some purple hair back from my sweaty forehead.
“There are so many ways we could do this,” he murmurs, nipping the pert, pink point of my nipple as Raz watches hungrily, rubbing his cock through his red leather pants. Calix is stroking his own, his eyes never leaving my face. “Do you want us one at a time … or together?”
“Together?” I ask, as my mind spins through the possibilities. Oh. Oh.
“Either way works for me,” Raz groans, leaning in and kissing the side of my neck, one of his hands cupping my breast, kneading the flesh with strong fingers. “Just so long as I get to touch you, taste you, fuck you.” He punctuates each word with another kiss, leaving me breathless.
“How about both?” Barron asks, and then he's thrusting into me, balls-deep. I throw my head back, arching my back and pressing my body into his. Raz doesn't give me a moment to think, moving closer and licking the side of my neck, nipping my flesh like a naughty vampire. One of his hands continues to massage my breast while the other strokes his cock through the leather of his pants.
For a moment, it seems like Calix might maintain his usual standoffishness, but then he scoots in close, taking my lips as Barron holds himself up with a palm on either side of my head, thrusting deep, stroking the raging fire of my starlit lust.
