by R. E. Bond
Hell fucking no.
My head flew up, but he kept moving his hand, his voice remaining calm.
“Not to fuck you, don’t panic. I just don’t want your back scraped up from the pool, or for you to hit your damn head.”
“Promise?” I whispered, fear seeping out of me as I spoke.
It was a big gamble to let them corner me like that.
I was comfortable with Caden, but I didn’t know how much I trusted Tyler.
Caden kissed the tip of my nose affectionately, his voice quiet.
“I promise, he won’t do anything without you allowing it.”
Fuck it, they wouldn’t hurt me.
When I finally nodded, he motioned for Tyler to swim towards us, and he moved behind me slowly so that he didn’t startle me.
I still didn’t like the feeling inside me that was growing.
It was something between joy and pure fucking fear.
“Ty’s just going to hold your waist, okay?” Caden murmured, gently moving me back so I was pressed against Tyler’s bare chest.
I was completely tense, slamming my eyes shut as Tyler’s large hands moved to my waist.
I was boxed in and trapped, and as if he knew what I was thinking, he spoke in my ear in a gentle voice.
“You’re in charge. I only touch you when you let me. Want me to move my hands off you?”
Caden watched my eyes as I opened them, darting them around nervously.
I tried hard to relax, letting a breath out before shaking my head slightly.
“It’s okay, I just don’t like being boxed in,” I whispered, Caden giving me a small smile that made me feel safe somehow.
I hated looking weak, when I’d taken pride in the hard exterior I’d accomplished over time.
“Trust me. Let me make you feel good. I won’t fuck you, okay? This is only about getting you off.”
Tyler’s thumbs rubbed up and down my hips, and I nodded as I started to relax a little bit, Caden kissing me to soothe my panic even more.
After a while, it became nice being between them, and my head dropped back to Tyler’s shoulder shamelessly, his breath on my neck becoming more noticeable as it set my senses on fire.
I tilted my head to the side, letting out a breathy moan as Caden slipped a finger inside me, Tyler’s voice rumbling in my ear seductively.
“Can I kiss your neck?”
It seemed like an odd question, but I mumbled a yes, appreciating the fact that he’d asked.
His soft lips trailed across my skin, and I arched slightly as his fingers dug into my slender waist, holding me in place as Caden kept working me until I was shaking with need.
If he stopped, I was going to punch both of them the fuck out.
“Tell me what you need, baby,” he murmured, pulling my breast out of my bra and sucking my nipple into his mouth, a small whimper leaving me as I squirmed.
I was desperate to get off, and I suddenly blurted out, “Fuck me!”
Did I say that?
He lifted his head and raised an eyebrow, obviously liking the idea but not wanting to push me.
“You sure?”
“Yes!” I snapped, making him chuckle.
“Alright, turn around for me.”
I gave him a confused look, but he simply grinned back.
“Trust me.”
I nervously turned around, not feeling sure about it as my front pressed against Tyler’s, my panties going flying onto the lawn close by, courtesy of Caden.
I knew Tyler felt me tense as my naked mound rubbed against his erection, but he spoke tenderly to calm me before I could let complete panic take over.
“Ignore it. Caden’s fucking you, not me.”
“But…,” I choked out, earning a gentle expression from him that suddenly had me running my arms around his neck for comfort.
His voice was affectionate as he spoke, his steel-grey eyes piercing into mine and sending a blanket of calmness over me.
“Can I touch you?”
“Where?”
“Let me rub your clit while Caden fucks you,” he whispered, a shiver running through me as Caden moved right up behind me as I nodded.
Tyler groaned, startling me with an unexpected kiss as his hand moved between us, and a sudden jolt went through me as Caden pushed inside my pussy.
I couldn’t help it as I kissed Tyler back with just as much desperation as he gave me, and when my orgasm raced through my body, I clung to him as Caden fucked me even harder.
I moaned loudly at the sensations running through me, not sure if I could handle it much longer, but Tyler’s hands roaming my body also made me want to fuck him too.
They were turning me into a fucking sex maniac and I just wanted to keep going, which was weird, considering I wanted to have a complete break down at the thought of someone touching me usually.
I pressed myself more firmly against him with a sudden boost of confidence, and he groaned as Caden’s thrusts pushed me forwards so that I was rubbing on his dick more.
“Rory, you’ll make me fucking bust a nut if you keep doing that.”
“I know,” I smiled, kissing him as Caden came with a grunt, gently moving back from me to make sure he didn’t hurt me.
Tyler went to move too, but I ran a hand between us and wrapped my fingers around his hard length, his eyes going to mine instantly.
“You don’t have to do…”
“Let me,” I cut him off softly, my free hand running through his light brown hair, making him growl in a way that would have melted my panties off if I’d been fucking wearing any.
His lips crushed mine and his arms went right around my middle to hold me closer as I pumped my arm, confidence building inside me as he gritted his teeth and dropped his head forward onto my shoulder.
His hands tightened on my waist every so often, and I couldn’t stop the small moan that escaped me as he lifted his head, nipping at the soft skin just below my ear.
I had no idea what I was fucking doing, but his reactions told me that he liked it.
His hands gripped my waist hard as I jerked him faster, his length pulsing against my fingers as he suddenly groaned with relief, his forehead resting on mine as he gave his body a moment to recover.
I hesitated before putting my arms around him, curling myself against him with a content sigh as he tightened his around me in return.
Things sure were changing, and I wasn’t sure why, but that worried me as anxiety bubbled below the surface.
Tyler
“I could kill you,” I groaned later that night, causing Caden to smirk as we walked into my house.
As usual, no one else was home.
Shocker there, right?
“Why would you wanna do something so dramatic?”
“You’re actually fucking that regularly? C’mon, that isn’t fucking fair, I thought we shared things?” I joked, grabbing us a beer each before getting comfortable in the loungeroom.
He rolled his eyes and grabbed a cigarette from his pocket, leaning back on the couch as he lit it.
“She’s timid as fuck, so I’ve gotta get her to trust you first. Besides, why are you complaining? You got to fucking come, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, in her fucking hand. Is she tight? I bet she is. Do you two call each other bro and sis while you fuck in private? She’s a freak in bed, isn’t she?” I complained, swigging on my beer as my best friend laughed at me.
He was an asshole, but he was my asshole.
In a non-homo way, obviously.
We’d been best friends for as long as I could remember, so I put up with his shit, and he put up with mine when I used to get drunk and set shit on fire.
I was a troubled kid.
“She’s not too crazy in bed, but she’s tight as fuck. If I didn’t know any better, I’d assume she was a fucking virgin, man. Jense was totally right, live-in pussy is fucking great,” he replied, making me flip him off.
He got all the fucking luck.
> I scrolled through Facebook, accepting all the friend requests, before glancing over the bucket load of messages.
I had three from Claire, one being a picture of her fucking tits.
I flashed the screen at Caden and snorted.
“Did she send you this too?”
He grabbed his phone and scrolled for a few moments before grinning.
“Yep. You should’ve seen the fucking photo she sent me last week of her fingers in her pussy.”
“I saw it, she sent the same one to Jense. Hey, get your new sister to send you a snap of her tits. They’re fucking nice, I won’t lie.”
He chuckled, finishing his beer and using the empty bottle as an ashtray.
“I don’t need a photo of her tits, because I have the real thing whenever I want. Doubt she’d be into that shit anyways, she’s too fucking shy. Seriously, get the kink fantasy out of your head, because it isn’t like that.”
“What’s it like then?”
“She just seems to freak out easy. I try to keep shit simple so I get to fucking bust. She’s hot when she comes though. It’s like no one’s ever made her come before, because she seems surprised as fuck by it.”
I grinned, pointing my beer at him.
“She’s probably just surprised that you even know how to get her off. I’m surprised too.”
He flipped me off before standing and heading into the kitchen to grab us another beer each, and I texted my buddy Slash to remind him of the party I was hosting on Friday night at mine, knowing he’d hook me up with his supply of cocaine.
I wonder if Rory would let me do lines on her tits?
Chapter six
Rory
Friday night was bigger than I fucking expected.
I stepped into Tyler’s house for the first time, finding it completely full of people.
The sound system was pumping through the fucking neighbourhood, and the back deck was covered in teenagers smoking and drinking.
Caden put a reassuring arm around my waist, leading me into the kitchen to find Jensen and Tyler doing shots, while Lukas stood close by with a bottle of whisky in his hand.
I smirked, snatching the bottle from him and chugged some down, needing a little liquid courage to keep my anxiety in check for the night.
“That’s mine, you know?” he chuckled with amusement as he tongued his lip ring, taking the bottle back as I held it out with a grin.
“Oh, I know. I just wanted a sip.”
Jensen was suddenly in front of me, an arm going around my waist as he pulled me in for a hug as if we had known each other forever.
It was nice.
“Hey, babe. You want your own bottle? I might have brought one with me for you.”
“You’re a sweetheart!” I beamed, but Tyler just snorted.
“He just wants you to go home with him and fuck his brains out. Forget that idea, dance with me?”
Jensen rolled his eyes but moved back from me with amusement.
“Go have fun with Ty, I’ll find you with that bottle after.”
I kissed his cheek with a smile before taking Tyler’s hand, letting him lead me to the designated dance floor and pull me close.
I peered up at him shyly, earning a wink from him.
I hated how weak these guys were making me, and a wink shouldn’t have made me wet like it did.
“You look super-hot, as usual,” he exclaimed, his playboy smile firmly in place, earning a snort from me.
“I’m not getting naked for you.”
“That’s what you said last time,” he whispered, shoving a leg between mine to dance as Striptease by Hinder blasted through the house.
I knew Jensen and Lukas were watching us with surprise as I basically humped his leg like a horny fucking dog, but Jensen suddenly looked pissed off when Tyler’s fingers ran through my hair to yank me closer, kissing me hard, right there in the middle of the crowded dance floor.
I didn’t realise we were in our own little world until someone pushed up behind me, Caden’s voice rumbling in my ear, turning me to fucking jelly.
“You’re making a scene and you’re making me horny. Probably don’t fuck Ty in the middle of the party, even though it looks hot as fuck.”
Oops.
I leaned back, his hands dropping to my waist as he kissed the top of my head affectionately.
Tyler chuckled, drawing my attention back to him.
“Jense looks pissed, heads up.”
Huh?
I didn’t have time to glance over before Jensen’s arm snaked around my waist and hoisted me against him, a sneer on his face that was aimed at the two guys who’d just soaked my panties.
“Back off guys, Jesus.”
I relaxed, patting his chest gently, his concerned eyes looking down at me instantly.
“It’s okay, Jense. They’d back off if I asked them to.”
“Is that right?” he asked, receiving a firm nod in return.
“Yeah, I trust them.”
He glared at both of his friends before shaking his head at me, sorrow and pity in his gaze that I’d seen before.
“Like I said, you’re fucking stupid if you trust anyone,” then he took off towards the backyard, my body becoming cold as his touch left me.
What the fuck?
Tyler grinned, not at all fazed by the mini meltdown.
“Wow, someone’s panties are in a fucking twist. Want me to go see what his problem is?”
Bad idea.
I shook my head, not wanting him to make it worse.
We all knew he fucking would.
“It’s okay, I’ll find him. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Caden pulled me close and kissed my forehead, his voice warm.
“Be careful.”
I nodded, giving him a quick kiss before heading outside after Jensen.
I found him by the fire pit with a beer in his hand and a scowl on his handsome face.
Some girl was trying to rub up against him, but he kept pushing her away, snapping angrily at her until she scuttled off like a frightened rabbit.
Girls around here had no fucking backbone.
I walked over, stopping directly in front of him and crossing my arms tightly, a no-nonsense expression on my face.
“What the fuck was that?”
“Fuck off, Aurora,” he growled, my face hardening stubbornly.
“No. Tell me what the fuck that was.”
He seemed to calm slightly, but he shook his head as he lifted his beer to his lips.
“Just go back to the others, okay?”
“No,” I argued, scowling at him as he wrapped my black hair around his fist and yanked my head back to meet his gaze in the fire light.
“Aurora, seriously. Fuck off.”
“Talk to me, for fuck’s sake,” I demanded, watching him hesitate before scowling right back at me.
“Why?”
“Because, I fucking care about you and I don’t like you angry at me!” I finally snapped, his eyes darkening as he yanked me forwards and kissed me suddenly, dropping his beer in the process.
He grabbed my thighs and lifted me, waiting for me to wrap my legs around his waist to hold on to him, before pushing his tongue into my mouth with a groan, my arms tightening around his neck to make sure he didn’t drop me.
Not that I thought he would, but I couldn’t be too careful.
I was too brave for my own good as I let him manhandle me so publicly, ignoring any nerves that lingered below the surface.
“Jensen Gilbert, who’s your pretty friend?”
I stiffened at the unfamiliar voice, but Jensen kept hold of me, stroking my thigh to soothe my anxiety as he turned us to face a guy I’d only ever seen around town.
He was covered in tattoos from his neck all the way down to his fingertips, snakebite piercings in his lip, and a silver ring in his nose.
He honestly looked hot, as well as scary as fuck in my opinion, but Jensen smirked without hesitation.
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nbsp; “Evening, Skeet. This is Rory Donovan. Babe, this is Skeeter Maddox.”
Skeeter reached a tattooed hand out towards me, but Jensen took a step back as my body tensed.
He was a little too scary for me, thank you very much.
“No offence, dude. Don’t touch her, like ever.”
Skeeter raised an eyebrow, dropping his hand with a shrug.
“All good. Isn’t she with Holloway? That’s what I heard, anyways.”
I smacked Jensen’s arm until he put me back on my feet, feeling Skeeter’s amused gaze on me at my escape.
It was none of his fucking business who I was with, but the fact he sounded so cocky about knowing who I was, just pissed me off.
I stalked off and headed around the corner of the house, my eyes instantly landing on Claire.
She was laughing at something a guy was saying to her, but Caden emerged out of nowhere and made his way towards her, instantly capturing her attention.
She smiled and placed a hand on his chest, moving against him so she was basically rubbing on him like a fucking cat in heat.
He looked bored with her swooning, but he didn’t remove her either, which set off a bomb of jealous inside me.
I made a beeline over to them and tapped her shoulder, a sly smirk spreading across her face as she realized who was there.
I didn’t give her time to speak before I swung my fist back and knocked her to the ground with one punch.
Oopsie?
She was instantly out cold, the anxiety from the party moving aside to make way for the adrenaline that was now pumping through my veins.
Caden’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, but I turned and headed back into the house in search of some whisky, hoping no one bothered to follow me.
I was done dealing with bullshit for the night and I just wanted to get drunk and go to fucking bed.
“Hey, superwoman!” Tyler’s hyena laugh hit my ears as he was suddenly in front of me, a bottle of whisky in his hand and an unlit cigarette in the other.
I glared at him but happily snatched the bottle, chugging into it before handing it back with a scowl.
I wasn’t really mad at him, but he could have warned me that bitch was going to show up.
“What the fuck is she doing here, Ty?”
