After long moments of an unintelligible, one-sided rant, Shakira finally lost steam. Owl stepped into the danger zone that was her personal space. He planted a kiss on her collarbone. Her pouting lips trembled. But when he looked at her, she pursed them together again and stood stoic. She allowed herself to be led to the front passenger door. On her way inside, she gave me the evil eye before she turned into her seat.
The drive across town was filled with the tense silence of blaring techno music. Owl put his hand on Shakira’s thigh. She slapped it away. A few seconds later, he tried again. It took four tries before she let his long fingers settle in her lap. But when he tried to move his fingers into the crotch of her jeans, she pushed his hand away again and crossed her legs away from him.
I realized whatever happened tonight, I wasn’t having Owl.
Chapter Fourteen
We drove around the garage and pulled up to the split-level house behind it. Cars were parked all along the residential street. Owl parked the car in a spot in the two-car garage. He killed the engine and then came around and opened Shakira’s door. He gave her a little peck on the cheek. She didn’t slap him away.
Then he came to the rear passenger door. He gave me his hand as he helped me out. He also gave me a wink before he turned his attention back to Shakira.
I followed the two into the house. The music bounced off the walls, vibrating all around me. The air was even thicker inside the house than it was outside. The atmosphere teemed with an energy that made my head feel light and my pulse quicken.
My flat shoe crunched down onto something. I looked down at the hardwood floor to see what I’d come across. It was a discarded bra. I’d stepped onto the metal clasp.
The bra was not alone. I saw a few more in various colors, shapes and sizes. There were panties too. And skirts, and shorts, and shoes.
Discarded clothing lay all over the hallway floor as though a swarm of girls had crashed into the house and all that remained of them were their pieces of clothing. I looked up to see Shakira eyeing the mass of clothing too. We looked at each other and both gulped.
We were standing in what looked to be a small nook that led to a larger living room. Owl waited patiently at the door to the inside. He looked us both in the eye. It was the same look Hawk had given me that first night. A probing look that allowed me to make a run for it if I chose. The same challenging look Eagle had given me the other day before he bent down and ate me out on the hood of my car.
I stepped up to the door without a second’s hesitation.
I heard Shakira’s tiny intake of breath, but then she stepped up too. I assumed because she didn’t want to be shown up by a naive, little girl.
Owl opened the door. It should not have shocked me, what I found inside. But I was the naive girl Shakira had accused me of being.
When Hawk had said he was inviting me to a party, I thought there would be hors d’ourves, light music, and causal conversation. Maybe after the party he’d take me to his room and fuck me. Probably let his boys fuck me after he’d taken his fill.
I would’ve been okay with that. The fact that I would’ve been okay with that had proven to me that I wasn’t naive. But I should’ve known my idea of a party and these boys’ idea of a party were in two different worlds. I would’ve never fathomed in a million years the party scene before me.
Fucking.
There were about a dozen people fucking inside the living room.
Men fucking girls.
Girls fucking men.
Girls fucking girls.
Sitting on a couch, like a king watching his subjects, was Hawk.
I watched Hawk survey the orgy of limbs before him. There were males I didn’t recognize pumping into and out of the glistening, pink pussies of girls. Two girls were attached to each other at their cores, their limbs scissoring up and down and back and forth. All the pussies, I noted, were hairless. Apparently, they all got Hawk’s memo. My gaze focused on the sawing action of two, thick cocks seesawing in and out of the body of one woman. Her eyes closed, her mouth open, and her torso shook from their tag team.
My eyes went back to Hawk. His sharp gaze and focus were what I imagined mine resembled when I was at work in the lab. All Hawk needed was a white lab coat to cover his bare chest and a notepad. His eyes blazed as he surveyed his kingdom, but then he looked down and the passion fell from his gaze.
There was a girl in his lap. Her head bobbing up and down. His hand rested on her head. But there wasn’t a look of ecstasy on his face like when he’d been inside me yesterday. He looked… bored.
Then, as though he sensed me watching him, he looked up and caught my eyes. After a moment in which I watched the haze of boredom clear, a wolfish grin broke out over his face. He lifted the girl’s head off his thick cock. Her lips glistened in confusion. He patted her head and shooed her away. Then he crooked his finger at me.
My feet were moving before I made the conscious decision to go to him. I came to stand before him. For a few seconds, we just stared at each other.
The sounds of pleasure assailed my ears. Men grunted, women squealed and moan. There was the crack of air from someone having their ass slapped repeatedly. I tuned it all out as Hawk smiled up at me. I tried to breath normally as I looked at him.
He tucked his dick back in his pants and then indicated the seat beside him.
I sat down.
“Hey, Ellie,” he said.
“Hello, Hawk.” He reached out and caught one of my stray locks of hair. “Is that your real name?”
“No.” He wound my hair around his finger. “How are you feeling this evening?”
“Fine.”
“You sore?”
I shook my head no, even though I felt the tenderness where he’d pounded into me the night before while I sat on the soft cushion beside him. It felt like my pussy was starving. The ache was hunger pangs and the only thing that would satisfy my appetite was this man burying the cock he’d just put away deep inside me.
Hawk’s eyes scanned mine as though he were reading my every thought. He raised an eyebrow at me in challenge.
“I’m not sore,” I said. “You wanna check for yourself?” I uncrossed my legs, shocked at my own audaciousness.
His face lit up like a Christmas tree at my sass. “Yeah, I think I will.”
He reached his hand out. The moment it made contact with my bare knee, I jerked. He skittered his fingers up my thigh, and I trembled. His hand disappeared up my skirt and I gasped.
I looked up into his hazel eyes. There it was again, that connection I felt to this man. That link that had me spreading my virgin legs for him out in the middle of the street. That thread that left my legs spread wide after he challenged me to take Eagle’s girth after my deflowering.
But then my gaze slipped past Hawk and landed on the crowd of people watching. I didn’t see the familiar faces of Eagle, Crow, or Owl.
“You don’t want to go somewhere else?” I asked. “Like, maybe, your bedroom?”
“Why? Are you sleepy, Ellie?”
“No, I just thought…”
“Beds are for sleeping. I want to fuck you. Would you like me to fuck you, Ellie?”
“I would. I do want you to fuck me. It’s just… I don’t know any of these people.”
“You let me fuck you out in the middle of the street,” Hawk said. “You let me fuck you in the garage in front of my boys.”
“Yeah, and I liked it. I don’t mind if they see me. I don’t mind if they touch me. It’s just these people…”
“These are my friends.” Hawk’s thumb crept higher up my thigh. “But none of them will touch you. None of them will even approach you without my permission.”
“Really? Why?”
Hawk studied me. His fingers massaged the fleshy part of my thigh. “Do you want one of them to fuck you, Ellie?”
His gaze was intense. I knew this was another test. I just wished I knew the right answer.
I went with the tr
uth. “I want you to fuck me. I’d like Eagle to lick my cunt again.”
Hawk smiled at that, his hazel eyes as bright as a street lamp at midnight.
“And Crow didn’t get a turn,” I continued. “I thought he might like to… tonight.”
“Crow can fuck you tonight. After me.” He gave me that prideful look from the other day when he insisted that I could take Eagle after he’d had me. That look he’d had after he’d turned out to be right about my being able to take both of them back to back.
“I was looking forward to Owl, but I don’t think that would be a good idea with Shakira here.”
Hawk laughed. “Yeah, Owl’s trying his hand at monogamy. To each his own, I guess.”
“But… I don’t know these other people. So, if it's all right, I’d rather not fuck anyone else but you guys.”
Hawk ran his other hand, the hand that wasn’t up my skirt caressing my thigh, down my face. “I told you, none of them will touch you. You’re Watchers’ tail.”
“Watchers’ tail?”
“Only Watchers Crew are allowed to fuck you.”
I blinked. I’d never had staunch feminist ideals. My mother was a housewife who relied solely on my father. She’d gone to a finishing school where there were classes on household management. But she expected me to go to college. Though I think she expected my major to be in finding a husband, not the study of insects. I wanted both; a career and a husband. I wanted a modern relationship, with my own source of income, bank account, and agency. Yet, the idea of being owned by these four guys; the idea of my body belonging to this man in particular, made my sore pussy throb with eagerness.
Hawk put his hands further up my skirt until he hit the sweet spot. “You’re not wearing any panties, Ellie.”
“The fabric was irritating me.”
He tsked. “Eagle will be pissed. He’s already started a collection of your panties.”
I looked up and spotted Eagle on the far side of the room. He was ramming into a girl from behind. His eyes were on me though. “I don’t want him to be mad at me.”
“He’ll be fine. Just blow him later. And don’t come empty handed again.”
The edict to blow Eagle didn’t rattle me. It was a single word that did: again.
He wanted me to come back again after tonight. I was elated. I leaned in to kiss him. I’d been dreaming about having those plump lips on mine again. But Hawk reared back out of my reach, like he’d done with Mrs. Pettigrew as she left the other day.
I looked away, my cheeks burning in mortification at the rejection.
Hawk put his thumb on my chin to turn my head back around. He ran his thumb over my lips, watching it go back and forth. He stared at my lips for a second, but then shook himself. He let his hand fall away and then he leaned back, away from me.
“Take off your skirt, Ellie.”
Chapter Fifteen
“Take off your skirt, Ellie.”
I looked around me. There were a lot of eyes on me. Eyes I didn’t know stared at me. Some with sexual hunger, some with barely any interest, others with jealousy. Most of the jealousy was in the eyes of the other women. Even the women who were bent over getting their brains fucked out had an eye on me. It was clear they all wanted to be where I was. Sitting beside Hawk while he told me to take off my skirt.
All the girls in the room were nude or near naked. I was the most clothed person in the room. I stood on shaky legs and reached for the zipper of my skirt. Hawk sat back and watched me, watched the zipper track its way down my hip.
I spotted Crow on the other side of the room, fondling one girl’s breast while another girl lay between that girl’s pussy eating her out. Crow’s eyes weren’t on either of those girls. They were on me. My fingers went into the loose band of my skirt and I tugged downward.
On the far side of the room I caught Eagle’s gaze on me. A very satisfied woman lay in a puddle of pleasure at his feet. He was wiping his huge dick off with a wet wipe, his eyes trained on my fingers.
I let my skirt drop to the floor. Eagle frowned at the sight of my bare ass. His gaze rose to mine and those dark eyes narrowed on me in displeasure. One brow rose up as though to say, “Did you just cross me?”
I heard Hawk’s rumbling laughter in front of me. “Come here, sweet meat. Let me have a taste before E takes it out on your ass.”
I turned from Eagle with my eyes cast down. I stepped out of my skirt, watching it pool to the ground like a discarded limb. Funny, I hadn’t even taken flight yet. I stepped over my skirt, my ass and cunt bare as I headed for Hawk.
When I got to him I assumed he wanted me to sit on his lap. His legs were opened wide in a crude fashion as he leaned back, observing me. I saw his erection bulging inside his cargo pants. His zipper was still undone. I lifted my leg to climb aboard, but he caught me by the waist and turned me outward so I faced everyone in the room.
“Fuck, I love a heart-shaped ass.” Hawk raised my shirt and fingered the creases of my ass where my butt muscle and thigh met. He traced the crease from my sacrum down to my anus. He parted my cheeks bringing his face to rest on the flesh there. I knew he’d opened his mouth when I felt his warm breath behind me. He reached his tongue out and gave my anus a quick lick. My knees gave out.
Hawk straightened up and pulled me into his lap, ass first. My knees went between his open thighs. He reached down, taking a knee in each hand. He parted my legs, draping them over his spread thighs. I stiffened.
“Are you sore, sweet meat?”
“No,” my voice was so small, I wasn’t sure he’d heard me. I saw all eyes on me. Mostly the jealous eyes outlined in eyeliner. One girl smirked at my hesitance.
“You said you wanted me to fuck you, sweet meat.” One of his hands rested on my knee, not probing any further. The other snuck under my shirt and found my nipple. “You gotta let me in if you want to get fucked.”
My legs relaxed on an unconscious decision and my upper body collapsed into his. My brain focused on the fingers on my nipple, his voice at my ear, the thing he was doing with his tongue at the back of my neck. I closed my eyes. I shut out all those girls and their evil eyes and just focused on Hawk.
The fingers of his lower hand, the hand that had been resting on my knee, found their way to my swollen pussy lips. “Is it too tender, baby? You want me to stop?”
“Please don’t stop, Hawk.” I arched my ass back into his erection.
“You want it?” His index finger circled my clit.
I shoved my hips forward into his teasing hand. “I need it, please. I need you inside me. Please, Hawk.”
I felt movement behind me. I felt his erection spring free of his pants. I felt the coolness of foil and then latex. He leaned me forward, and then he was inside me. With his thighs, he spread my knees even wider, wider for all to see. With his hand he spread the lips of my cunt so everyone saw me swelling and dripping and quivering as he pumped into me.
“You tell them who this belongs to, Ellie.” Hawk covered my pussy with his big palm. Then he used his fingers to pull the lips of my core apart.
“It’s yours,” I panted.
“No.”
“It’s Watchers. I’m Watchers’ tail.”
“Good girl.”
It felt like everyone in the room had stopped what they were doing to watch us. I didn’t like it as much as the day before. There was judgment and envy in their eyes. There had been nothing but appreciation, eagerness, when the guys looked at me.
Then Eagle came into my view, followed by Crow. I focused on them as Hawk pummeled into me. Looking at their hungry gazes sent me over the cliff. Hawk roared as I clenched around him. He buried his face between my shoulder blades as he jerked once, twice, a third time into me, spilling his seed. He held me close to him, his teeth pressed into my spine as we caught our breath.
When I came back to consciousness, Crow smiled and held out his arms. “My turn.”
Crow lifted me off Hawk. I looked back to see Hawk looking afte
r me. His expression looked like the intersection between satisfaction, desire, and devastation.
Crow laid me down on the wooden coffee table in front of Hawk. He unbuttoned my shirt and spread it wide. He dispensed of my bra one-handed and my breasts spilled out to the sides. Crow was already naked. His thick penis head was nearly red with tension.
He came over top of me and bent down. “Hey, Ellie,” he grinned.
I couldn’t help myself, I grinned back. “Hey, Crow.”
“I’m gonna fuck your titties now, okay?”
“Okay.”
He winked at me with that boyish grin. He put his pink dick between my breasts. “Push them together for me, Ellie.”
I did as he asked and squeezed my breasts around his penis. Crow closed his eyes in ecstasy. He pumped between my breasts. It wasn’t very arousing, the thrusting between my breasts. But the joy on his face was wonderful to watch.
His penis head poked at my chin with each stroke.
“Open your mouth, sweet meat. Have a taste.”
That came from Hawk who lounged back in his chair watching the two of us. I did as Hawk said. Every time Crow thrust, I got a taste of his pink penis head. It was salty and sweet at the same time. I’d expected to be disgusted by the taste of a man’s semen, but I wasn’t. I liked it. I anticipated it, reach for it every time Crow thrust. I tried to catch him with my lips instead of just my tongue.
Crow reached back and put his fingers inside my cunt. He got one, two, three thick fingers inside me. Then he curled his fingers in that come-hither motion that Eagle had used to set the floodgates rushing inside me the other day. Crow knocked on that same door.
On its own, my head lifted off the table to chase his penis. My hips tilted up to meet his hand. Before I could process it happening, my hips shook with an orgasm. I hadn’t even noticed it building. It came out of nowhere. I let go of my breasts and grabbed Crow’s penis, sucking the head deep into my throat as I rode out the waves of pleasure.
Crow reared back with a roar. He took his penis out of my hands and aimed it at my breasts. He sprayed his semen across my breasts with a long stream. When he finished, his body was bent over mine as though broken.
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