A moan leaves my lips before I can stop it. I’m practically purring for him already. “So fucking wet, I think I could take you both.”
The flicker of excitement in his eyes tells me that’s exactly what he wants to hear. He is a dirty, dirty man. I knew it before tonight, but that look just proves it.
“That filthy mouth is going to get you in trouble, brat.” Slater’s palm comes down on my bare ass, the shock pulling a cry from me. My eyes meet with his, and the darkness in them should scare me, but all it does is encourage me to fully commit.
My brow rises in challenge, wanting to see how far I can push him.
“More, Daddy,” I hiss. The give a fuck about my dignity train has left the station, and all that is left is pure unadulterated desire. These boys have seen me at my worst, or maybe it’s my best, and they fucking got off on it. If he wants to tease me about my daddy kink, I’m going all in with him.
Slater and River share a look. It’s sinister in a way that sends a shiver all the way down to my bones. “Don’t push me today, brat, I might not be able to hold back.” Then with an evil smirk, his hand cracks down on my ass again.
It stings like a motherfucker but sends a thrill right the way through me at the same time. I don’t know why I’m so fucked up like this, but I love it. My therapist thinks it’s something to do with all the trauma I’m holding on to, that I get off on pain because it strangely brings mepeace and calm. But I just think I’m a glutton for punishment. I don’t know how to be normal, so I turn to anything that will make me feel alive, make me feel again, and I just know Slater’s personal brand of punishment is going to be right up my alley.
River’s fingers slip through my juices, feeling every part of me down there. His movements are slow and smooth, accompanied by kisses on every part of my flesh he can get his lips on. He’s teasing me into a frenzy.
“Riv,” I beg him, needing him to actually fill me up, not toy with me. “Please.”
He cups my chin with his free hand, his deep blue eyes staring right into my soul as if he’s trying to understand me. “Please what, baby? What do you want from me?”
I lock eyes with him, and it takes me back years. Sweet River, who’s not so sweet anymore. He’s sexy as sin and all man, but is he capable of giving me what I need? I won’t know until I ask. “Fill me with your fingers. Three, four, I don’t care how many. Make it hurt.”
He swallows hard, a hint of hesitation in his features. “Fuck, Dove.” He slips his fingers between my legs, getting them all slick but not filling me like I need him to. What is he waiting for? I’m practically panting for it.
Slater squeezes my nipple, hard. “Do it, River, give the girl what she wants.” He grabs a fistful of my panties and drags the things down my legs, tossing them across the room.
I move my leg just a little, giving River better access to me. He locks his gaze on mine, a flash of something deranged in his eyes, then he plunges three thick fingers deep inside of me in one go.
My head falls back. “Fuck!” I cry into the room, sudden fullness burning as much as it’s everything I want. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
He pumps his fingers in and out of me deliciously. With every thrust, my body opens up for him more.
Slater slaps my ass again, his hot breath on my neck as he sucks his way down to my shoulder where he sinks his teeth into my flesh. He knows the assignment. Make it hurt. I rub him through his jeans, needing more, wanting to feel him for real. This isn’t some teenage crush anymore, it’s a deep-seated desire that has to be filled by both of them.
River’s hand grabs my ass firmly, positioning me just where he wants me as he removes his slick fingers, then plunges four inside me instead.
“Yes, Riv, fuck yes.” I rock into him, desperate, needy, and out of control, chasing the high I need so damn badly.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he rumbles. “Your sweet pussy stretching for me like your body was made for my fingers.”
I nod. “I can take more. I can take both of you.” I try unbuckling Slater’s belt, but he swats me away with a scowl.
Another slap on the ass, and it’s burning now, red-hot, but it’s still not enough. “So fucking greedy, aren’t you, brat.”
“Yes,” I agree. I’m so turned on I can’t see straight. All I know is I want more. Both of them at once if that’s what it takes to ease the emotions inside, the real hurt thumping through my body and soul.
With a wicked grin, River pulls his fingers free, and bringing them up to his lips, he licks my juices, tasting me with a groan, before plunging his tongue inside my mouth with my juices still on it. It’s hot as hell. Dirty, but so damn sinful I’m hooked.
Slater takes the opportunity to pick me up and toss me down on the sofa. He studies me with that same damn scowl he always has on his face around me. He likes to pretend he hates me, and maybe he does, but right now, I don’t care as long as he can give me what I need.
I spread my legs open wide for him so he can see all of me. There is nothing to be shy about here. He’s seen it all before anyway in my videos. And the way his eyes flare while he takes me in is just too wonderful to miss. He acts like he hates me, but I turn him the hell on, that much is obvious.
My heart hammers against my ribs, and a lightheadedness makes my head spin. I shift my gaze between the two of them. “What are you waiting for?” I purr.
Slater’s brow rises, and he tilts his head to one side. The whole look on him is slightly deranged, if not sexy as hell. “You like pain. Do you know when to stop?”
“Yes,” I respond quickly, but it’s a lie. I wouldn’t stop him, not while I’m chasing this kind of high.
“And you’ve fucked two guys before?” River asks. He seems more curious, less psycho about it like Slater.
