Page 3 of Jailbreak
She’s still on my dick as she straddles my lap, but she’s facing Damien now. Before Willow has a chance to react, I yank off her shirt and nod to my buddy.
“Your turn, brother.”
ChapterThree
WILLOW
My heart hammers, and my body aches in more ways than I can count.
Cash keeps his hold firm while his cock is still inside of me. I’m pretty sure I can feel his heart, too. It’s thumping against my back.
He pulls out slowly, like he's reluctant to leave. I feel hollowed out when it slips free, and a rush of his cum comes with it. His cock is still hard as it presses against my lower back. It’s wet from both of us mixed together. The proof of how much I liked it is all over his cock.
Before I can draw a full breath, Damien drops to his knees between my trembling thighs.
“It’s my turn to get a taste.” He licks his lips as his tough, impatient hands try to shove my legs wider. I’m completely exposed, and I try to close them, but Cash hooks his arms under mine. He pins my shoulders back against him, and I’m locked in place. The reality of what’s happening twists inside of me, and I don’t want to think about how this makes me feel.
"You can try and fight it," Cash murmurs against my ear. "We both know you want this. We read every letter you sent over and over and over. We knew what you were asking for. We could read between the lines.”
I shake my head as my words come out in a whisper. "That’s not what?—”
Damien cuts off my words as he leans in and licks me without warning. His patience has come to an end. My whole body jerks, a strangled cry escaping my throat. Damien groans against me. The vibrations make my hips twitch involuntarily.
"Fuck, Cash, she tastes like candy," Damien says, his breath hot against my still sensitive clit. "All that sweetness just for us."
Cash laughs low in his chest. "Told you. Little tease has been saving it up."
Damien's mouth is messier than Cash's was, hungrier and less controlled. He laps at my clit with broad strokes, then sucks it between his lips until my toes curl against the old wooden floor. I try to squirm away from the intensity, but Cash holds me even tighter.
"Look at her," Cash says. "Look how she moves. She can't help herself."
I squeeze my eyes shut, humiliation burning through me as my body responds to Damien's mouth. I'm slick, embarrassingly so, and I can hear how wet I am every time Damien licks me. The sound alone makes my face flush.
"Open your eyes," Cash commands. "Watch him eat your pussy."
I shake my head, whimpering, but Cash's hand finds my jaw, turning my face toward the obscene sight of Damien kneeling between my thighs, his mouth glistening, his eyes dark with lust. He stares up at me, not taking his mouth off me for even a second.
"See how much he wants you?" Cash whispers. “How much do we both do? You did this to us. Made sure we’d only want your pussy."
Damien slides two fingers into me, and my back arches involuntarily. It sends me back harder against Cash's chest. The stretch burns, sensitive from Cash taking me, but Damien crooks his fingers and finds a spot that makes me gasp.
"There," Cash says, like he's instructing him. "That’s her sweet spot."
Damien works me with his fingers and mouth. He’s relentless, and I feel the pressure building despite my fear, despite the wrongness of it. My hips start to rock in small, helpless movements as I chase the sensation.
"That's it," Cash encourages, his voice thick. "Ride his face. Show us what you need."
"No," I choke out, but I'm doing it. I’m grinding against Damien's mouth as he sucks my clit.
My body betrays me with every thrust of my hips, and I come with a sob. My entire body shakes, and my pussy clamps down on Damien's fingers. He doesn't stop licking me through it until I'm oversensitive and begging, my voice raw. I didn’t know it could hurt so good.
"Please, please, I can't?—"
“We’ll give that snug pussy of yours a break.” Damien pulls back with a wet smile, licking his lips. "I’ll just use another hole.” He unzips his jeans, and his cock springs free. It’s thick and flushed dark, already leaking at the tip. "On your knees," he orders, but Cash is the one to lift me. He’s positioning me on my knees between them.
Damien grips my hair with one hand and guides himself to my lips with the other. "Open," he says, and when I hesitate, he pushes past my lips without waiting for me to comply.
He doesn't give me time to adjust as he thrusts deep on the second stroke. He hits the back of my throat, and I gag, tears burning in my eyes. He groans like I've done something perfect, like he’s never felt anything so good.
