Page 158 of Devils' Day Party
“Oh yeah, princess, right there,” he murmurs, putting his hand on the back of my head and fisting his fingers in my hair. With an agonizing slowness, I lower my mouth over his shaft, taking as much of him into my mouth at one time as I can. My left hand plays with his balls while my right remains wrapped around the base of his shaft.
“With your ass up in the air like that,” Barron comments, “it's awfully tempting to start round two.”
“Don't you fucking touch her,” Raz snarls, his voice dripping venom. “Not yet anyway.” I slide my lips off of his cock and lick my way down the length of him, tracing the underside of his shaft and making him quiver as he groans. “Goddamn it, Karma. You're too damn good at this.”
I smile, but I don't stop, putting him between my lips again and working him until he's spilling hot, salty cum into my mouth. I even swallow, washing it down with a swig from the vodka bottle.
“Give me ten, and I'm fucking that sweet pussy of yours,” Raz says as I take another sip of vodka and press my lips to his, spilling the alcohol in his mouth the same way that Calix did.
“Do you really need ten minutes?” I ask, handing the bottle over to Barron as he and Calix watch us, their eyes hungry, their cocks stirring back to life. Situating myself on Raz's lap, I work my hips against his crotch until he's hard and straining for me again. When I lower myself down on his shaft, we both shudder.
Sweat drips from my body and onto his as I roll my hips, pushing him deep and then lifting up so that the tip of his cock is just barely inside of me. It feels good, almost too good, so I take a break, sitting up with him inside of me and glancing over at the other boys.
“Don't stop,” Raz murmurs, kneading my hips with his fingers and then sliding his hands up my sides to cup my breasts. “Don't stop, Karma. You're killing me here.”
I take the vodka bottle again, tilting it to my lips as I work my hips again, drinking and fucking at the same time.
“Screw this,” Calix murmurs, getting to his feet and coming over to stand in front of me, his cock in his hand. I hand the bottle of vodka back to Barron and lick my lips, reaching out to take the base of Calix's shaft in my hand and fitting my mouth over the tip of his dick. As I work my pelvis against Raz's, I suck Calix's shaft.
Barron, meanwhile, moves up behind me, cupping my breasts from behind and kissing the side of my neck.
“Calix couldn't stop talking about how much you liked it in the ass last year,” he whispers against my ear, and I shiver. It's true. I did like it. “You're blushing, Karma.” Barron chuckles, reaching down and slipping a single finger into me, right next to Raz's cock.
“Jesus, dude,” Raz groans, bucking his hips up and making me cry out. Barron takes some of my natural lube and uses it to insert first one, and then two fingers into my ass. The sensation makes me see stars, so I close my eyes, sucking Calix's dick, grinding my hips into Raz.
When Barron pulls away, he chuckles and spits into his hand, using his saliva to lube up his cock with his fist. He makes himself nice and wet, and then puts the tip of his shaft up against my ass, teasing me with it before he pushes his way in slowly, inch by inch.
I've never felt so full, a sense of euphoria sweeping over me as Barron takes over the pace, thrusting slow and deep into me, his cock and Raz's squeezing the thin wall of flesh between my openings.
This time, when the orgasm comes, it's earth-shattering, taking over my entire body, working the devil's magic into every limb.
I end up collapsing on the blankets beside the boys, shuddering and shaking, soaked in sweat. Raz must've come inside of me before I finished, curling his body around mine and pulling me close. Calix and Barron are forced to finish themselves before they join us, the four of us stretched out together on one blanket, looking up at the stars.
“That was … less disturbing than I thought,” Raz murmurs, and Barron laughs, like there's an inside joke we're all in on.
“Glad to hear it,” Calix quips from my other side, his body pressed up against my back. When I hear the sound of Barron's pencil against his sketchbook, a sense of contentment settles over me.
Could there be a night more perfect than this?
I don't think so.
But … I wiggle out from between the boys to find my phone, checking for messages from Luke or my moms.
