Page 27 of Vile Bastards
With a triumphant grunt, and the feel of his hot fingertips squeezed around my pelvis, Bohnes comes, taking my anal virginity the way he’s taken everything else. I’m so fucking lucky I introduced other males to chill him out. His level of intensity and possession is simultaneously encouraging and threatening in equal parts.
I have no doubt that if the other boys bail on me down the line, he’ll stay. If I want him, I will always have him. That’s a comforting thought.
He pushes in hard and deep, but then pulls out nice and slow, finishing himself in the condom before drawing out and releasing me. Widow is already half-hard again, and I can see that we’re not quite done here.
He extricates me from around his waist, and then crawls onto the floor, snatching me up and laying me on my back next to Bohnes. Widow cups the side of my face, bringing his mouth to mine with a crash of heat. I’m already wrapping my legs around him as Bohnes slumps back against the couch beside us, one knee up, arm thrown across it.
I’m surprised that he’s able to sit there and watch until I realize that he’d probably rather sit there and watch so that he can see every single thing that’s happening, so that he knows. I can feel his hungry gaze enveloping me before sliding over to Widow and transforming into a vicious scowl.
My eyes slide shut as Widow kisses the taste of his own seed from my lips, adjusting himself between my thighs and thrusting right into the molten heat of me. I needed this so bad, so damn fucking bad.
He hitches one of my thighs up and grinds into me, stifling the sounds slipping from between his lips by drowning me in deep, wild kisses. His tongue sweeps against mine, igniting a line of fire in his wake, leaving me to struggle against all the noises I so desperately want to make.
As I expected, each thrust grinds my bare ass into the carpet, and I can feel this pleasant burn on my cheeks. It’ll give me proof tomorrow when I sit down that this happened, that I was alive, and rutting like a wild animal.
“Take your shirt off,” I mumble against Widow’s lips, and he sits up suddenly, yanking it over his head and chucking it aside. While he’s sitting up, he takes the time to push my own shirt up, baring my tits to the cool air and using both hands to touch and play with them for a moment, flicking his thumbs over the hard points of my nipples.
When he comes down on me again, his bare body pressed up along my naked stomach and breasts, I lock my ankles around him and encourage him to fuck until I can’t take it anymore, until the coils of pleasure inside of me unravel and lash out through the rest of my body.
As soon as I clamp down on him, Widow grunts, digging the toes of his boots into the carpet for better leverage and shoving his body into mine, fighting past the wild contractions. I gouge his back the way I like, hopefully leaving lines of hot, bloody fire to mark him as my property.
He finishes with another gasp and a shudder, spilling himself in my heat and barely bracing himself on his forearms before he collapses.
“Move.” Bohnes growls out the word, and Widow turns a whiplash look on him, baring his teeth.
“Fucking make me.”
“Boys,” I pant out, pushing back at Widow’s chest so that he can slide out of me, and I can sit up. “I can go far longer than either of you, so chill out a bit, eh?” I crawl over to Bohnes, climb on his lap, and with Widow’s seed still inside of me, sink down on his shaft.
Bohnes’ mouth takes mine with purpose, reclaiming any perceived lost ground from Widow, and his hands squeeze my rug-burned ass cheeks, kneading and claiming as I rock into him, realizing belatedly that I’ve skipped several birth control pills, and yet I’m letting them come inside of me.
I shove the problem aside to deal with later, bouncing on Bohnes’ shaft and squeezing his broad shoulders as I bring him to orgasm all over again, relishing the feel of triumph I get when he finally releases his seed and lets his head fall back against the sofa cushions.
I’m so damn sensitive that I can barely move.
Ideally, I wouldn’t. Ideally, I’d lie in bed with one guy on either side of me, and let them envelop me with strong, muscled arms and a mix of their very distinct smells. Only, that’s not what’s going to happen because Nisha and Basti are upstairs, and my grandmother, aunt, mother, and sister could wake up for a glass of water at any moment and stumble on the scene.
