Devilishly Damaged

by Abigail Cole

  Axel reaches out a hand, drawing her back towards the bed and tries to lie her down, but she resists. Flicking her gaze back over her shoulder at me, she smiles coyly. “You want a show, then you get a show.” She pushes Axel onto his back roughly and stands between his thighs. My fingers grip the edge of the armchair, my nails scraping into the leather as I fight to stay seated. Normally the women we share stand around waiting to be directed on what to do or where to go, but not Avery. I knew she’d be different.

  Leaving over Axel’s body with her ass high in the air, she kisses and licks a valley between his chest and abs, her nails scraping up his inner thighs and over his balls. He hisses as he fights to stay still and I grip my shaft so firmly, I’m riding a high of pleasure-pain. Stepping back, she licks her way from Axel’s groin, all the way up his cock to the tip before taking him in her mouth. I lose my shit, completely seeing red that has me out of the seat and ripping her panties off in seconds. Axel shouts my name, despite his eyes rolling back from Avery’s sucking but I can’t stop myself, even though I know I won’t be able to be gentle.

  Nudging her thighs apart with mine, I grip her ass roughly as my dick slides straight through her extreme wetness to the hilt inside her. Her muffled gasp and the tightness of her pussy has my balls tightening already. I hold her hips, the small part of my mind that is still functioning telling me to resist touching her back so the moment isn’t ruined. Sliding out, I slam into her waiting for her to cry and tell me to fuck off, but she doesn’t. Her head of blonde hair keeps bobbing, one hand on Axel’s cock and the other massaging his balls. I’ve resisted as much as I can, but this is a green light in my eyes so I give into the screaming in my mind to destroy her.

  Pounding over and over, the three of us groan in unison, my slamming setting off a chain reaction between me hitting her g-spot and forcing her to deep throat Axel. Pushing my fingers into her hair, I grasp a handful so she holds still over Axel’s tip, refusing to let him blow his load before me. He curses at me but I barely hear it, the sound of my name being screamed from her now free lips urging me on. Suddenly, her pussy clenches around me so snugly I forget to breathe. “Garrett!” she screams, the waves of her orgasm almost stopping my movements as I continue to draw every ounce of pleasure out of her.

  “Switch,” I tell Axel as Avery’s climax finally passes, testing my stamina to the max. He moves to the left as I pass on the right in a move we’ve done many times, reversing the roles. The second my back touches the mattress, Avery grabs my cock and impales her mouth on it greedily. I gasp in response as she works my shaft like the world’s tastiest lollipop. Axel plunges into her and fucks her with the same vigour as I did, causing her to moan with my tip at the back of her throat. The vibrations reverberate down to my balls and I can’t hold back my orgasm. My load shoots into her throat which she swallows greedily, spurring me on for longer. Avery finishes sucking every single drop out of me before coming up for air with a ‘pop’.

  Axel’s hands slip under her hips, lifting her from the floor whilst fully buried inside her so she is straddling me. Reaching up, I pull Avery down to meet my lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth on a gasp as Axel pounds her forcefully. Kissing a path down her neck, I take one bouncing nipple in my mouth whilst massaging the other with my hand. Sucking powerfully, she whimpers and pulls my hair. Repeating the same process on her other nipple, I can tell how close she is by the trembling of her body against mine.

  Her teeth find my neck, biting down as she screams through her second orgasm and I push her head down to ensure it leaves a mark. Her fingernails scrape down my chest and I’m hard for her again, thriving on the pain as much as the pleasure. On his own groan, Axel pulls out and moves Avery aside to shoot his cum onto my stomach. Yeah thanks buddy, but I guess it was better than the alternative.

  “Fuck, that was amazing,” I breathe, scraping my nails through my hair. Axel walks into the bathroom before returning to throw a towel over my torso and flops down next to me. Avery stands to pull the sweater and leggings back on straight-away. Frowning, I wonder why she isn’t trying to stay and snuggle with us like other girls usually do. I would have let her be the big spoon and everything.

  “That was fun, but I need to get back to Huxley.” She smiles and walks towards the door too smoothly for my liking. She should at least be limping if we’d done our job properly. “Oh, Axel, do you want to join Dax on the PlayStation?” Axel shakes his head, clearly as confused by her relaxed appearance as me. Shrugging, she leaves the room like she’d just popped in for a quick chat and I have to fight the urge to chase after her, pin her against the hallway wall and screw her until she cries.

  “We’re doing that again, very very soon,” I look into Axel’s amber eyes, “and next time, I’m not holding back.”

  Wyatt

  I’ve been on a video call all morning with the entire College Board, after I convinced them to meet for a virtual hearing. We all missed our final’s deadline on Friday, since we were in the hospital worrying about Hux, which means half of our overall mark for this year is a big fat zero. After an hour of presenting the facts, arguing and ultimately threatening to sue, they finally decided we have until 4pm today to submit our finals for it to count. Sending a message in the group chat to announce the news, I power on my laptop and mentally pat myself on the back for getting the majority of my work finished last week.

  Racing through the last part of my theory, checking the algorithm is perfect, I attach it to an email and press send. I don’t have the time to relax or celebrate though, pulling my grey waterproof parka on and shoving my feet into tan timberlands. Sliding the pool house door aside, I run through the heavy rain into the main house and head to the study. Collecting Hux’s laptop, I return to climb the central staircase to his room. Knocking softly, I peek around the door to find him sitting alone in the dark and watching TV. For a moment, I look over the blank expression on Hux’s usually cheery face as he stares at a spot beneath the TV. His eyes are lined with heavy shadows, a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth. His hair is hanging limply onto a white shirt that has a sauce stain down the front. Huxley would never normally been seen with a speck of dirt on him, preferring to go topless than look grubby.

  “Hey Hux?” I ask, snapping him out of whatever world he was just in. He attempts a smile that doesn’t come across but I return it anyway. Moving into the room, I walk over to open his curtains. “It’s lunchtime, do you want anything to eat?” He shakes his head, looking like a lost puppy as he gazes at the full bowl of soggy cereal on the bedside table. Oh thank fuck, I’d briefly thought that smell was him.

  Typing out a message to Garrett, asking him to come and collect the bowl, I quickly change my mind in fear he might try to eat it so I copy the message into Dax’s textbox instead. Sitting next to Hux, I open his laptop and place it on my crossed legs. “I have good news. In light of-“ I glance to this left shoulder where the dressing is poking out the neckline of his t-shirt, “well, we all have until four o’clock today to submit our finals. So I’ve come to help you through yours.” I smile but he doesn’t return it. This is more like the ghost of Huxley than the real deal.

  Dax strides in without knocking, replacing the bowl with a bottle of water and a banana. “You have to eat Hux, or I’ll get Avery to force feed you.” Dax says before leaving. A hint of a real smile flickers across his face, half hidden by the overgrown stubble that now qualifies as the start of a beard.

  “I’m sorry, Wyatt. I’m really not in the mood. I’ll just make up the credit next year.” I can’t hide my shock, Huxley is the best of all of us. Acing his classes, the quickest on the court (I won’t tell him that), he’s everyone’s golden boy.

  “Sorry dude, I can’t let you do that. Even if we only send what you’ve done up to now, it’ll be better than submitting nothing at all.” I type his password in, since we all know each other’s for emergencies, and load up the word document titled ‘Fantastic Fucking Final’. I don’t have the first
clue about law, but I read through a few pages trying to understand what he’s decided to base his final on.

  “Did you sleep in my bed?” His question catches me off guard, my widening eyes answering the question for him. He reaches over himself with a grunt of pain to open the drawer of the bedside table to pull my gold chain out. Damn, I’d been looking for that. Taking it from his hand, he doesn’t release his grip until I look into his brown eyes. “With Avery?” he asks gruffly, a flare to his nostrils.

  “Nothing happened,” I say quickly and then frown at myself, because obviously nothing can happen. The embodiment of everything I look for in a woman has been legally dubbed as my fucking sister, like the universe’s biggest prank. “I found her in here crying that first night, so I comforted her like anyone else would have.” Refocusing on the 87-page essay in front of me, I ignore his probing stare until he looks away. It appears to be a study of a racial case, highlighting the variations in the police’s responses between men of the same age and being accused of the same crime, but of different ethnicity.

  “For the love of fuck, stop reading. It looks like that vessel in your head is about to explode.” I grimace, rubbing the new addition to my forehead since I arrived here. “I’ll annotate, you type.” He says with a roll of his eyes, shifting to get comfortable against the pillows behind him.

  We spend the next hour pushing through his final until Hux drifts off to sleep. I sit beside him, his head flopping over onto my shoulder while I scan through the document, searching for spelling and grammar errors. Once I’m satisfied the essay is as clean as I will get it, I email the final over to his tutor with a sigh of relief.

  I can’t help but notice an email from Stephanie Reid, his mother. The subject reads ‘Let’s Have Lunch’ as if she hasn’t disregarded him for years. Our pasts are the most similar so I understand the way Hux ignores his folks, but now my mom is gone, I wonder if I should encourage him to reach out while he still can. Although my parents didn’t steal from me or use me to boost their careers so his actions are completely justified.

  Closing the laptop, I readjust Huxley further down the bed, figuring it will strain his injury more if he wakes up with a stiff neck. My arm gets trapped beneath his head, which I consider leaving but I should let him rest properly. As I withdraw my arm, he flinches violently and raises his fists to defend his face, causing a scream of pain to escape his lips as his shoulder is jolted. “Hux, it’s okay. It’s just me,” I say as he comes to. Blinking in confusion, a look of anger falls over his face as he recognises me.

  “Get out,” he says, shifting onto his right side. I linger, unsure if he meant it until he shouts, “Leave me alone!” Confused, and slightly irritated by his demand, I place his laptop onto the dresser and exit the room. I get he’s struggling with a few issues right now, but surely Hux can see I am trying to be there for him, as I always am.

  I head to the other guest bedrooms, finding each one empty which causes me to frown. Where the fuck are they? Remembering the message about their finals, I wonder if the guys have headed to the study to finish off whilst I was helping Hux.

  I know they were probably harmless, but his words have really affected me. We were the first ones to decide to make our group, a safe haven for rich kids whose emotions are usually ignored after we had found Dax crying behind the campus bins, following a visit from his father. From there, we welcomed in Garrett who no one else would room with since he kept eating the entire contents of the fridge overnight. And then we saved Axel from getting expelled after he beat a boy shitless for commenting on the hotness of him mom. The five of us need each other in our darkest moments so I hope Hux doesn’t push me away now, knowing it’ll affect me as much as it will him.

  Heading towards the study, a noise draws me further towards the back of the house. Following the sound of music, I find everyone else in the dance studio. The same 30-second clip of a high-tempo beat plays on repeat as Avery leads the choreography. A cropped hoodie sits high on her chest, with a tight grey vest and shimmering black hot pants beneath. Lilac fluffy socks on her feet match the colour of the hoodie, as she moves to the beat. Reflected in the wall of mirrors, Dax, Axel and Garrett all follow her movements either topless or in vests and shorts.

  Her bright eyes catch mine in the mirror, Avery taps the phone sitting on a tripod in front of her to pause the music. The others turn back to smile at me too. “What are you doing?”

  “A new TikTok challenge,” Dax says sheepishly. Damn that boy and his TikTok obsession.

  “You can join us, if you’d like?” Avery asks tentatively, but I shake my head. Even though I’m not a dancer, I reckon I’d have given it a shot to take my mind off the past few days like they are, but I’m no one’s second choice. That’s the mantra I live my life by, and the only way to ensure those in my life actually want me around. So, if I wasn’t considered when they first started, I won’t be an add-on now. Besides, they seem to have the dance down, so I’ll never catch up.

  But I also don’t want to leave and be on my own either, so I stride across the room to sit with my back against the mirror and watch. Continuing the music, Avery counts down 3, 2, 1 before they move quickly in perfect unison. The funky beat calls for popping and locking, their limbs freezing and jolting as if they are all half-robot. I never would have been able to do that but I have to admit, it looks awesome. The end of the clip consists of Dax and Axel doing a back flip towards the back of the room at the same time, while Garrett grabs Avery’s hands between her thighs from behind and flips her over.

  Rehearsing several more times, the group record the final sequence before coming to sit with me. Their chests are heaving, sweat glistening over Axel’s toned abs and soaking Dax’s afro. Avery sits a little too close, her bare thigh brushing against mine so I shift over, needing to keep us from becoming too familiar. She hands the phone over so I can watch the clip with the strobe light effect she’s added while Gare collapses into Axel’s lap.

  “Flick your finger upwards to look through other videos and choose one to do with us.” She says, earning a scoff and look of disgust from me. I can’t do any of this shit, my talents lie elsewhere – like on the basketball court or playing the violin mom forced me to learn as a child, though no one else knows that. Scrolling through, I can’t help but laugh at a stupid stair challenge which apparently seals my fate.

  Within half an hour, I’m watching the playback of us sitting in a line down the staircase, wobbling our heads side to side out of time to cause a wave effect passing from Dax’s afro at the top to Avery’s shiny locks at the bottom. Even I can admit in my mind I’m beginning to enjoy myself for the first time in ages, although I won’t say it out loud. I’ve never been one for open displays of affection or sharing my feelings, especially when those feelings around a particular blonde could get me in a lot of trouble.

  As evening falls, my chest feels much lighter than before. With Huxley resting like he should be, the rest of us have managed to have some fun by the time our Greasy Jo’s delivery arrives. This afternoon has almost felt like normal between us, except for the fact we’ve switched out blondes and this one is much easier on the eye.

  “There’s no point trying that game again, we can’t get past the street level.” Dax moans as Garrett selects the ninja game we’ve been stuck on for weeks on the TV screen.

  “We can’t, but she can.” He chuckles, handing the controller over to Avery. She gives him a glare before pressing the continue button. Curious, I shift in closer to Dax’s side on the living room sofa to watch. Garrett’s arm is slung around Avery’s shoulders, while his hand strokes Axel’s arm tenderly on the other side.

  Sure as shit, the ninja on screen ducks and dodges oncoming attacks with ease, slicing her samurai sword through the assailants to leave a trail of heads and limbs behind. A darkened figure steps around the corner which takes her a little longer to defeat but I’m shocked when she does, running into the glowing orb at the end of the virtual street.


  All of us are rendered speechless, and I hate to admit I’m semi-turned on too. Every passing day reveals a side to Avery I would usually desire and I can’t decide if I’ve missed out on knowing her all this time or made the right choice to leave. Leaning forward, I pick up the other controller from the coffee table and press the central button for my character to appear on the screen beside hers.

  The next level starts on a large, red tiled roof top overlooking a city below. Our objective appears in large font across the centre, ‘Find the 5 hidden scrolls’. As soon as the text disappears, swarms of ugly grey creatures with sharp teeth and crooked limbs climb up onto the roof and attack us. Swinging our swords, we stand back to back fighting the enemies until there’s enough of a gap to run through and leap over onto the next roof. Garrett and Dax shout directions at us as we tap the buttons loudly, Avery vaulting her from the roof into an adjacent window. The glass shatters as she rolls into the warehouse and starts to search for the scrolls as I continue to fight off the creatures following her.

  Night has fallen by the time we complete the level, my hands sweating around the controller at that marathon of a game. Avery saved my ass more times than I’d like to admit, she’s a natural gamer. The best part was the feeling I was almost bonding with her from a distance without directly speaking to or looking at her, and without being judged. Realising how late it is, Avery stands to go back to Huxley and I offer to accompany her. As we stride along the hallway, I convince myself to stop being a pussy and reach out to grab her arm, halting her outside his door. Her blue eyes flick to me in surprise as I quickly retract my hand and run it through my hair nervously.

  “Um...I just wanted to say I enjoyed playing with you. I mean the game, playing the game alongside you. It was kinda nice,” I shrug, internally shaking my head in shame at that pathetic attempt to converse with her. The boys, Huxley especially, seem to be growing attached to Avery so I figured I should make the effort to communicate with her too. She smiles widely, drawing my attention to her full lips before I look at the wall overhead instead.