Page 25 of Born to Scar

I’m mopping the floor, my last chore, dancing with the mop while the music blares, singing my lungs out. When In This Moment’s “Whore” comes on—a banger—I’m too busy singing and dancing that I almost forget to mop the stupid floor. When I turn around, singing into the top of the mop handle, my hips swaying, my head banging wildly, Cam and Jared are staring at me with both their heads tilted, their arms crossed over their chests.

Amusement dances in their eyes with smiles stretching across their faces. Jumping backward, I drop the mop and scream, “Fucking fuck, guys. Shit!” My hand flies to my chest, covering my hammering heart. I don’t have time to recover before they are on me.

Cam’s lips are on mine, Jared’s kissing down my neck, and I’m sandwiched between them. And I might be in heaven. This has got to be what heaven feels like.

“You need to keep your door locked. Anyone could come in,” Jared breathes into my neck. Instant waterworks—I’m drenched.

We haven’t done this yet, and I want nothing more than to do it. I was letting them decide when it was time. I guess I just needed to dance around like a lunatic in my panties, singing about being a whore.

Jared’s hands move down my body, his fingers sliding into my panties, finding my clit. Cam’s fingers brush over my nipples at the same time. A loud moan erupts through my lips. My knees nearly buckle out from under me.

“Fuck, Cam. Our little whore is dripping,” Jared groans.

“Good song choice, Indy,” Cam whispers, sliding his hands down my body. Jared pulls out, giving Cam access. “Jesus,” Cam murmurs.

“Told you,” Jared sings, sucking his fingers clean.

He gently hooks his fingers under my chin, pulling my head toward him, kissing my lips. After tugging my shirt off, he takes both tits into his hands. His cock’s hard against my back as he grinds into me. Cam sinks two fingers inside me, pumping them, pulling a groan from my lips.

Jared puts pressure on my shoulders, slowly pushing me down to my knees. “Suck his cock,” he commands. My hands shoot to Cam’s jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. I rub my palm over his length before taking him out of his boxers.

He groans at my touch, pulling his shirt off, looking down at me. I keep eye contact, flicking my tongue over his tip, licking his pre-cum off. He grabs my head with both hands, pushing himself deeper. He thrusts, fucking my face with so much force, my eyes water. Jared’s finger circles my center. I moan around Cam, and he groans, shoving his dick further down my throat, gagging me.

“Ride me reverse, Indy. Don’t stop sucking him,” Jared demands as he rips my panties, pulling them off.

He aligns his body to mine, sinking me onto his cock. I moan around Cam’s cock again. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to coat that pretty little throat. Is that what you want, little whore?” Cam hisses.

His fingers tangle in my hair, pulling it when I moan again. It’s so much. All the sensations I feel right now. I don’t get to feel one fully before another flows through me. I feel like I am floating, and if they let go, I might fly away.

“You like that? Mmm. You squeeze me so tight when he calls you a little whore. Fuck yeah, there it is. Keep squeezing me with your tight cunt.” Jay thrusts as brutally as Cam does. I’m so turned on right now; I feel my orgasm mounting.

I’ve never come without pressure on my clit. I didn’t think my body would let me. But it tenses as I near the edge. My nails dig into Cam’s big thighs. “Come for us.” Three words, and I tip over the edge so far that I see white dots dancing in front of me.

“Fuck you feel so good coming on my cock. Goddamn,” Jared rasps. Cam’s breathing turns heavy, and his moan echoes through the room. He stills my head, rolling his hips. “Oh. Oh, fuck. Cam, she likes it when you moan like that. She’s fucking pulsing around me.”

Cam comes down my throat, groaning. “There you…” he shudders a breath, “there you go. You worked so hard for it.”

He bends down to kiss me as Jared’s thrusts lose rhythm. Cam reaches down and fingers my clit. Barreling over the edge, I squirt everywhere. His hand is so close to Jay’s dick; the thought of it fucks with my head.

“There’s our messy, little fucking whore,” Jared moans before filling me with his cum.

“Fucking hell. That was amazing, guys,” I say breathlessly, my chest still heaving. I needed that from them more than they know.

“You like that, sweet girl?”

I nod and smile.

“Am I the only one who has never done that before?” Cam asks.

I shake my head. “No.”

“You’ve never had a threesome?”

“No. I really didn’t have a lot of sex before you. I mean, I can fuck myself to tears. But as far as people, no. I tried for a while. But why bother when I can get myself off better and faster, you know?” Blank stares are my only answer. “What? Men don’t typically love being choked.” I smile widely. “I’m told to ‘get the fuck off me.’” I mock a deep male voice and quirk my eyebrow.

“Ah, another way to push people away.”

“Sure,” I shrug, “but it’s also a way to tell if it’s worth my time. You know how much I like it.” My gaze meets Jared’s. “Now this guy has done it all, haven’t you, fuckboy?”