by Smyth, R. A
The song changes to “Take on the World” by You Me At Six. The pace is slower than the last song, the two of us adjusting to the lazier rhythm.
Raising her arms, she wraps them around the back of my neck; the angle causing her to arch her back, pressing her ass against my rock-hard erection. Instinctively, I grind against her, loving the feel of her warm body against mine, the two of us moving as one to the music.
Bending down to kiss her neck, I glance up at Aiden, raising my eyebrows at him in a silent gesture to get his ass off the couch and come join us.
The sexy movements of her body are all the encouragement he needs, and he hastily comes to join us, moving in close on the other side of Sophie, his hands falling to her waist.
She smiles up at him; the look filled with love and happiness, as she continues to move against us both.
Aiden dips his head, capturing her lips with his in a passion filled kiss. She moans into his mouth as I continue licking and nipping at her neck, knowing that slight sting of pain drives her wild. My fingers slip underneath the thin fabric of her top, stroking against her heated skin, the sensation causing her to moan out once again as she rubs her ass against my dick.
Fuck.
I’m so fucking hot for this girl. It doesn’t matter where we are or what’s going on around us, I always want her.
Unbuttoning her shorts, I lower the zip before sliding them over her hips and down her thighs until they fall down her legs, landing at her feet.
She breaks off her kiss with Aiden, turning her head, silently demanding a kiss from me. I don’t waste a moment, my lips meeting hers hungrily. My tongue battles with hers, the sweet taste of her consuming me as I lick along her lips.
I dip my hand into the front of her panties, my fingers flexing lightly over her nub, the slight touch making her buck against me.
She emits a low groan, her lips pulling back from mine as Aiden lifts her top over her head and unclasps her bra so she’s standing in front of us in just her panties. It’s a fucking stunning sight.
He must have removed his own top while we were making out, as she runs her hands over the tattoos on his shoulders and down his chest, her head leaning back against my shoulder, quick pants escaping between her lips as my skilled fingers work their magic on her clit.
“Ty,” she moans. Aiden flicks a finger over her peaked nipple before massaging her tit with his large hand, his lips wrapping around her other nipple, sucking it into his mouth.
I slide my fingers through her pussy lips, loving how fucking wet she is for us.
“Fuck, she’s so fucking wet,” I supply for Aiden’s benefit. “She wants us so badly, don’t you, love?”
The onslaught of sensations has her unable to do more than moan in reply as I sink my fingers into her wet heat, the feel of her clenching around me, making my hips buck against her ass, wishing it was my dick being strangled by her fucking incredible pussy.
A pop echoes around the room as Aiden unlatches from her boob, licking his way up to her collarbone before sucking on her neck.
“Aiden,” she cries, her hips moving frantically as she rides my fingers, her nails leaving crescent moon marks in Aiden’s skin as she digs them into his shoulders, clinging on to him for support.
Pressing down on her clit with my thumb as I continue to impale her with my fingers, I feel it when her walls clench down on me, her orgasm crashing into her.
“Fuck, Ty,” she screams, her body tensing before turning to liquid as she sags against me, panting.
Pulling out of her, I suck my juice covered fingers into my mouth, moaning at the taste of her. Fucking delicious.
His eyes burning with need, Aiden wraps one hand around her neck in a possessive move, fisting her hair with his other hand, pulling her towards him and kissing her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth.
She kisses him back just as greedily, her hands fumbling with his pants until she’s shoving them and his boxers down his legs.
Pushing her panties down until they join her shorts on the floor, I run my hands over her thighs before moving round to the back of her knees, gripping her legs tightly and lifting her up so she can wrap her legs around Aiden’s waist. Aiden takes advantage of her new position to slam his dick into her, making her cry out as her head falls back.
Her hands reach around behind her, grabbing my top and pulling me in so I’m pressed against her again. I quickly pull off my t-shirt, shoving my own jeans and boxers down until my dick springs free.
Grabbing the base, I run my hand up to the engorged head, swiping up the bead of pre-cum and lubricating myself with it. Giving it another few quick jerks, I run the head between her ass cheeks, down to where I can feel Aiden thrusting in and out of her.
Her moans grow more voracious as I press lightly against her puckered hole. “You want both of us at the same time?” I ask her, needing to know she wants this as badly as I do.
“Yes,” she moans, pushing against me, the tip of my swollen dick breaching the entrance of her tight hole.
Aiden, instinctually in tune with me, takes the brunt of Sophie’s weight, slowing his thrusts as I grab a tub of lube out of drawer unit, mentally patting myself on the back for having the foresight to store it here after our last dirty rendezvous in the living room.
Holding himself still inside of her, I soak up her juices, making sure there’s plenty of lube on both of us. Reaching out with my free hand, I turn her head, my lips crashing down on hers, devouring her as I slowly push into her, inch by inch. The kiss is sloppy and desperate, both of us pouring all of our want and desire for each other into it as I seat myself deep inside her, going where no one has been before.
My dick jerks at that thought, causing her to groan against my lips.
“Fuck,” she gasps when I’m fully ensheathed in her, tearing her lips from mine.
I share a look with Aiden over her shoulder before the two of us begin to move. Starting off slowly, it doesn’t take long before we get into a rhythm that, if her muttered cursing is anything to go by, feels as insanely good for Sophie as it does for me.
I’ve never fucked a girl’s ass before, but fuck, my dick is all ready to pack it’s bags and set up permanent residence inside Sophie’s. She’s so tight, strangling my dick with every thrust. I can feel Aiden through the thin wall and, surprisingly, the feel of him only heightens the sensation.
I might find it weird if I was this close to another man’s dick, but, between the three of us, this feels so fucking right. Like we’re meant to do this for the rest of our lives.
All too soon, I feel the familiar tingle as my balls draw up. Picking up the pace until I’m slamming into her with hard, fast thrusts, I fall over the edge, cum erupting from me and coating her insides just as I feel her clamp down on me and Aiden as she screams out her own release, Aiden not far behind her.
“Holy shit,” she pants, her body collapsing against Aiden, only our tightly pressed bodies holding her up.
“I think I found my new favourite thing to do,” I chuckle against her back, feeling her body shake as she laughs.
“Ditto.”
Pulling out of her, Aiden and I steady her on her feet, the three of us leaving the mess of abandoned clothes behind us as we head to the bathroom.
Aiden turns on the shower while I chuck the rest of my clothes and all three of us climb in. All naked and soaped up, it’s not long before we’re horny again, kissing and pulling on one another, ready for round two.
The water’s cold by the time we re-emerge, the three of us sporting satisfied ‘just fucked’ expressions. After towelling off and re-dressing, we scarf down some lunch before collapsing back onto the sofa to watch a movie.
It’s not long before we’re all dozing off, and that’s where Preston and Barrett find us when they get home that afternoon, the three of us a mess of tangled limbs wrapped around each other on the couch. I don’t even give a shit that they’re back.
Best fucking day ever!
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sp; Chapter 11
Aiden, Ty and I spend the rest of the week holed up in the warehouse, while Preston and Barrett go to school. Apparently my father’s men have been at the school gates every morning this week, and they’ve noticed more bikers around town too, just like Oliver said there would be.
On the plus side, our lay low tactic must have worked. Oliver phoned last night to say Kirk was pulling the men he had on the school and told Oliver to stop following Preston and Barrett. He’s still continuing with the patrols on the roads, but at least we can go back to school tomorrow.
By the time Monday comes around, the warehouse is a chaotic nightmare as each of us fights for the bathroom, wanting to shower and get ready before the hot water runs out. By the time we’re ready to leave, Barrett is already sulking, and Aiden seems suspiciously cheery. I ignore the pair of them, not wanting to get involved in whatever went down between them this morning.
We all climb into Preston’s SUV, the four of them arguing the whole way. We’re nearly at the school when I finally crack. I can’t take any more of their fucking bickering. All last night and today, the four of them have been throwing barbs and insults at one another. Im fucking exhausted from it and it’s not even nine a.m.
“Guys!” I shout at them, interrupting whatever current argument they have gotten into. Pausing mid-squabble, three of them turn to look at me, Preston lifting his eyes to the mirror so he can see me too.
“Give it a break for five fucking minutes! The four of you are driving me insane.” They at least have the decency to look chastised, but I’m not done yet. “You need to learn to work things out amongst yourselves, to compromise a little, or the five of us are going to drive each other mad. If I have to listen to another half hour rant about whether ‘Peaky Blinders’ or ‘Vikings’ is the better TV show, before we can finally sit and watch something together, I’m going to snap and shoot one of you with my brand new gun.”
Silence fills the car in the wake of my outburst, only the rustling of leaves and tweets of birds breaking it.
“Okay.”
“Sorry.”
Ty and Barrett say at once, the other two mumbling similar apologies. I usually enjoy their bickering to an extent. They are four alpha males, there’s no way they will all ever get along all the time. There’s always going to be friction, but things have been escalating the last few days. We’re all on edge, I get that. All five of us trying to share a small space, combined with Aiden, Ty and I being cooped up inside all week has us all at our wits end. I know it will get easier with time, as the guys all learn how to live with each other and, hopefully, now that we are back at school, the tension will ease off a bit too.
In an attempt to change the conversation, Barrett, with a huge grin on his face now, says. “So...we might have arranged a little ‘back to school’ gift for you.”
“What is it?” I ask, perking up. A surprise? That sounds intriguing.
“You’ll see,” he responds, his grin even bigger and a twinkle in his eyes, enjoying knowing something I don’t.
I mock glare at him. “So not cool! You can’t just say you have something for me then not deliver!”
“You’ll find out soon enough,” is all the asshole says as we pull into the parking lot, getting out before I can question him further.
Following him, the rest of us slip out of the car and trudge towards the school, trailing the rest of the students as they make their way inside. It feels like I haven’t been gone at all. It’s just like any other day in Crescentwood prep as we reach our lockers, switching out our books and chatting to one another.
Ty’s showing me some guy on YouTube that he follows when Barrett’s elbow digs into my side, drawing my attention as I lift my head to see what he wants.
With an excited look in his eye, he tilts his head towards the front entrance. Following his line of sight, my mouth drops open as five uniformed police officers make their way through the crowd of gaping teenagers.
A hush descends over the hallway as more and more students become aware of their presence, everyone turning their attention to whatever is about to go down. Panic initially floods through my body, somehow thinking they are here for me or one of the guys, but seeing Barrett’s grin grow impossibly wider as he watches the scene unfold in front of us, I relax again. This must be part of whatever they have planned.
The officers cast their eyes around the sea of students, looking for someone in particular. Finding whoever they are looking for, they make a beeline towards them.
Looking to see who they are here for, my eyes land on Alexis and her friends.
“What the—”
Barrett drapes his arm over my shoulder and I turn my head to look at him, silently asking what this is all about. “Just watch,” he murmurs in my ear, his eyes never leaving the scene unfolding in front of us.
Turning back to watch the show, the five officers form a circle around the girls. The whole hallway stops what they are doing to listen in, us included.
“— need you girls to come to the station with us,” one of the officers says.
“What? Why?” Alexis’ tone is a cutting snap, showing her for the entitled brat she is. Only someone with money and the confidence that they can get out of any dilemma, would talk back to an authority figure like that.
The officer glances round at the eavesdropping students before responding. “I think that’s a discussion best had in private.”
“I think that’s a conversation best had with my lawyer,” Alexis snarks back, only making things worse for herself.
“That is your right,” the officer agrees. “Now, if the four of you will come with us, we can discuss all of this at the station.”
All four girls cross their arms over their shoulders, refusing to move.
Done with playing nice, the officer who has obviously been designated as the talker, straightens his spine, not liking having his authority challenged by a bunch of teenage girls.
In a louder voice than before, he announces to everyone in the hall, “we have reason to believe you girls are dealing drugs to—”
“What?!” Alexis screeches, cutting off the poor guy. “What sort of incompetent police department does Crescentwood have? When my father hears about this, he’s going to have all of your jobs!”
“That’s insane!” Vicki pipes up. “We’re rich, why would we need to sell drugs?”
The other girls all nod their heads and murmur their agreements.
I can see the police officer getting irritated with them now. “Fine,” he snaps out, “then I’m sure you would have no issues consenting to a search of your lockers then.”
“No.”
“Nope.”
“Fine.”
“Search away.”
Gesturing with his head, one of the other officers moves towards the closest locker. He rummages through it for a minute, before pulling out a bag containing a white substance from the back.
Oh my god.
Handing the bag to his colleagues, as Beth, whose locker I’m guessing the cocaine was just found in, starts sputtering out protests and denials, the officer moves on to the next locker in the row.
He lifts a similar small baggy out of all four lockers and, by the time he’s done, the hall is full of activity, the surrounding students whispering and gasping, as the screeches coming from the girls reaches eardrum bursting levels.
Moving as a unit, four of the officers step in to apprehend the girls, pulling their arms behind their backs and handcuffing them before escorting them down the hall. The students part to let them through, a wave of whispers following the group as they move through the crowd and eventually make their way out of the school, the door slamming closed in their wake.
As soon as they’re gone, the students erupt into frantic conversation, no longer keeping their voices low and quiet.
“What the...I don’t understand.” I tear my eyes away from the closed door to look at Preston and Barrett. As entertaining as that was to watc
h—and it totally made my day! —why did they set that all up?
Preston shrugs his shoulders. “They’ve been bitches to you,” is all he says, as though that’s enough explanation.
“Yeah, because you told them to be.”
Barrett glances away, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, uncomfortable with the turn of conversation. Preston doesn't show any such remorse. Unlike Barrett, he owns his actions. He might know now that he was wrong, but at the time he felt his actions were justified, and he’s never going to apologise for that.
I can respect that. While I was pissed at the time, there's something about knowing he’s ruthlessly unapologetic about his actions and willing to do whatever’s necessary to protect his family—which I now know is Barrett, not his dad—that gets me all hot and bothered for him. Yeah, I’m messed up, but now that determined protectiveness extends to me, Ty and Aiden too. Can’t blame a girl for being a sucker for an overprotective asshole.
“We picked them because they’re known for being bitches. They’ll do anything to elevate their social status and they don’t care who they have to step on to get what they want.”
“Isn’t that the same with basically everyone in this town?”
“They’ve continued to be bitches to you, even after we called them and the rest of the school off,” Barrett adds, hesitating before continuing, “and...we wanted to wipe the slate clean. We know Aiden put Alexis in her place when they first started CWP, but we wanted to, I guess, right our own wrongs.”
“By getting back at everyone who went along with your plans to alienate me when I first got here?” I clarify.
Barrett shrugs his shoulders. He has this adorable ‘what can you do’ look on his face.
“Well, Preston already beat the shit out of Neill, so why not deal with the girls too?”
True. They’re clearly self-absorbed, materialistic girls. If they were decent people, they wouldn’t have aimlessly gone along with Preston and Barrett’s plans. And don’t think I’ve forgotten that they did it all just so they could attend one-percenter parties for the rest of the year.
