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“Fuck, I need to cum,” she moans, and I pull back, wanting her to do it around my cock. I want to walk into the building tonight, smelling her on me, so every fucker knows she is mine.
I move back off the bed and drop my pants to the floor. She removes the shirt and lays before me with her legs spread, and a cheeky smirk plays at her lips as her hand moves down her body. I stand back and watch her work herself up, and my cock leaks with excitement. I know she is on birth control, most girls here don’t even bother. They know once they leave here, there are expectations and they’re okay with that, but not my girl. She wants control of her life, and I love that about her.
I crawl back up the bed, but she moves aside. “Lay down,” she demands, and I do as I’m told. She swings her leg over my waist and lines herself up when her hand grasps my length. She slides it up and down a few times before rubbing my head through her slick pussy, covering me with her arousal. My eyes roll at the sensation, and my breath catches in my throat when she sinks down to the base in one swift movement, my back leaves the bed as I grasp her hips. She bucks against me slowly as we gain some momentum together. Her hand pushes against my chest, forcing me to lay back. I can’t say the last time I remember letting a girl ride me.
I rest my head at a slight angle so I can watch her pussy grind against me, her soft moans pull my eyes up her body, over her small but perfect tits, and up to her face. Her eyes are closed and her back arched as she works herself up to an orgasm.
She rotates her hips to the side every now and again, slightly lifting and pulling herself right to the tip and comes down fast. My balls start to tingle and tighten, I know she is getting close by the way her pants start coming faster. I slap her hand away and sit up, pressing our lips together, she continues to grind against me as our tongues glide across each other, her breasts pushed against my chest. She pulls back from the kiss and leans her head back, her nipples ready and waiting for some attention. I slide my hand up her back, pulling her closer to close my mouth around her nipple, sucking it into my mouth and flicking my tongue over it.
“Oh fuck, don’t stop doing that,” she says as I thrust up hard. She braces herself on my shoulders, and I fuck her until she is screaming my name, and we both cum together. She sags against me as the post orgasm bliss wears off.
Cyrus is the first to move, telling me that I don’t have long before I have to meet the Alphas downstairs. We both get up and get dressed, and as we step out of the room, we come face to face with Rebel stepping out of Wilder’s room. He stops dead in his tracks and smiles. Wilder steps out and walks straight into Rebel’s back. I look at Cyrus after Luna steps out of the room, even with Luna’s tanned skin, her face flushes pink when she realises that she has an audience.
“Oh, Rebel and Luna are busted doing the walk of shame,” Cuyler adds, stepping out of his room. A silent conversation happens between Cyrus and Luna.
“Um, I’ll meet you at the fight. Luna forgot something in our room.”
She looks at Luna and motions with her head for Luna to follow, and she does. Both girls speed walk into the room and close the door.
“Girls,” Cuyler says, shaking his head and moving past us to the stairs. We all follow him down to the living room where Ryot and Rogue are waiting.
“Thank fuck,” Ryot says when we reach the bottom step. “We thought for sure you were too deep in pussy to leave on time.”
“Not me,” Cuyler adds. “With Blaine being knocked up, she is no longer my problem, and I put in my last bid last night for Island, even though she wants to punch my face in.”
“Has she told Emory yet?” Rogue asks, and he shakes his head no.
“I asked her to wait until tonight, she plans to do it once the fights have started.” Cuyler replies. “I’m just relieved that she is no longer my problem, she will always be my friend, and I will support her, but a baby? I’m not cut out for that at eighteen.”
“Just to cut to the elephant in the room. Are you two both fucking Luna?” I ask. Rebel smirks and high fives Wilder. Well, things have certainly taken a turn with them. I already know that Lux is sleeping with Rogue and Ryot, but they all keep it low key. I feel like it’s a competition between them to see who she likes fucking the most, and she will pick that person because it’s been made clear that one of them will marry her, and tonight seals that deal for them.
“We figured that she likes us both, and Wilder isn’t hideous to look at with his clothes off. So why not fuck each other, we’re young and hot. Whoever wins tonight gets dibs, but who knows, maybe this will work out for us. I’m not opposed to a collection of guys, so long as everyone serves a purpose.”
“I’m not opposed to adding a chef,” Luna adds, walking down the stairs. All eyes fall on her and Cyrus.
“You know we pay people to make our food,” Rebel adds.
“So you would or wouldn’t want strangers walking around the house, seeing her naked?” Wilder interjects.
“Good point,” he laughs.
What in the world is happening right now, shy little Luna is talking about taking three dicks, and my friends are okay with sharing. I can’t lie, the thought of sharing Cyrus with Cuy popped into my head, and then I punched him in the face and knew that sharing her was not an option.
We all spoke about throwing our fights, but for a few reasons that would never work. Their fathers are not under the microscope, they don’t know the full details because one slip up and my father could get suspicious, and if we start throwing fights at the start of the night, my father would know one hundred percent that I was up to something. He would have my balls before the cops even show up. If everything goes to plan, with Cyrus’s father being Mitchel Jamison and me being the top of the leader board, that means my fight will be last.
We all head out, leaving Cyrus and Luna to get ready alone, surprisingly all thoughts of leaving girls alone in my private space doesn’t bother me as much as it used to. We walk across campus, after the last fight night we all have a massive party. I don’t have the heart to tell anyone that if the cops are still here that we would have to cancel, but only time will tell.
Our fathers are already in the VIP section of the warehouse when we arrive. Since we walked, it did take a bit longer than we expected. They’re all rubbing shoulders with each other. I make eye contact with my father, and he motions me over. I try to remain natural when I see that he is seated next to Mitchel Jamison. Internally I laugh because I would want to see the action myself to make sure it goes down as planned. I personally would want to get in the very last word.
“Diesel, I want you to meet Mitchel. Mitchel, this is my son, Diesel.”
So he hasn’t mentioned that we have met which works in my favour. “Nice to meet you, sir.”
We shake hands, and he makes small talk like a stranger would. My father turns to a young waitress that barely has any clothes on, and Mitchel gives me a nod.
The night moves forward without many hiccups. Wilder wins his fight, but from my viewpoint, Rebel didn’t exactly try very hard to beat him. They still put on a good show, but I have known Rebel most of my life, and that was not his best that he gave.
Cuyler won his fight against some boujee kid from another school, he really didn’t stand a chance. Island was watching from above and left after she saw him win. I don’t know how much she knows about what goes on, but it’s clearly enough that she wasn’t happy about it.
