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“God…fuck…” Jason moaned, fingers digging tightly into her hips as he came. He pumped into her with short, punching thrusts. Seeing his eyes roll back, hearing Jess whimper as he filled her, pushed me to my peak. Cum spurted over her hand, onto her face, her breasts. Lucas followed, reaching down to viciously grip her hair as he came on her face.
But Vincent wasn’t done. The moment Lucas finished, Vincent pushed Jess back, shoving her and Jason down against the mattress. Neither of them looked like they had any energy left — Jess lying utterly limp and cum-drunk as Jason slipped out of her, his eyes half-lidded. His cum seeped out of her as Vincent lifted her leg and entered her.
I caught my breath at the sight. Vincent gripped her thigh with one hand while the other was tangled in Jason’s hair, holding him down as Vincent fucked her on top of him. My legs couldn’t hold me anymore, and I collapsed heavily on the bed, leaning back against the wall as I watched. Lucas crawled up onto the mattress beside me, dropping his head against my chest as he caught his breath.
Jess was limp as a doll, face flushed, covered in our seed. Vincent used her hard, the bell on her collar jingling with every thrust, her soft cries almost too sweet to bear. God, I loved to watch them with her. How they pleasured her, used her, caredfor her. There was something beautiful in trusting them so damn much that we could share this. Our lives were twined for better or worse, and despite all the bullshit, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Vincent came inside her, pressing deep, her ruffled skirt bunched up around her hips as her eyes fluttered closed. He leaned down and kissed her, then Jason right after, who was lying on the bed like a man half-dead.
Lucas sat up, and I leaned forward when Vince pulled out of her. She was dripping with our essence, and when Vincent pressed a finger inside her, she squirmed weakly, barely able to keep her eyes open.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight,” I said, pushing my finger inside with his, feeling the warmth and the thick wetness. She was shaking, and Jason wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his face against her messy cheek. He licked my cum off her skin and a smile broke out on her exhausted face.
“Do you like how he tastes on me?” she said softly, and I almost lost my mind. I nudged Vincent aside so I could close my mouth over her, my touch causing her entire tired body to jolt. She begged as soon as my tongue was on her, twitching with every stroke.
“Ah, Manson! Please, I’m so sensitive, please!” But I took my sweet time, probing my tongue inside her, savoring the taste of her. Of us.
But she was worn out. She’d reached her limit and needed rest. I left her with kisses on her thighs before I pulled her off of Jason and laid her head on the pillows. She still had the dress on, although it was torn. Jason crawled up and collapsed beside her, murmuring gently as he kissed her cheek, “We’ll take care of you, princess, just relax. You were so good. I’m so fucking proud of you.”
I smirked as I reached for his bedside drawer and the pocketknife inside it. I flipped it open, using the blade to cut through the last bits of fabric that were clinging to her. She watched me do it with half-lidded eyes, not even flinching when I brought the knife close to her skin.
What an honor to be trusted like that. It almost scared me as I looked at her, her serene face smiling back at me with a tired expression that could only be described as cum-drunk. It scared me because of how it made me feel, how instantly my entire chest clenched.
I knew better than to get attached to things I couldn’t have. Situations, objects, people — I had to keep myself at a distance. But I looked at her and knew I was fucked. The way Jason looked at her, after spending all week withdrawn and feigning disinterest, told me he was feeling the same thing.
We were already sinking in too deep; and I, for one, knew I couldn’t stop.
34
Jason
Now that I finally felt like I could sleep, I didn’t even want to.
The bed really wasn’t big enough for all of us. Jess lay naked on her back with my arm around her, our deep breathing in unison. She felt so warm, her skin sticky with sweat, her muscles still quivering. Vincent had wedged himself into the corner of the bed behind me, slowly scratching my back as he hummed some little tune. Lucas sat at the end of the mattress, leaning against the wall with his legs sprawled out in front of him, and Manson sat right beside him, his knees pulled up as his arms rested limply on them.
I couldn’t bring myself to close my eyes. I liked this sight too much — this beautiful woman laid out beside me and all the people I loved most around me. If I closed my eyes, if I fell asleep, I feared it might all wind up as a dream.
I used to have terrible nightmares like that, imagining that I’d gone back in time and the family I’d found was gone, Vincent was gone, all my freedom — gone. I would wake up in the middle of the night, gasping and shaking with my parents’ words echoing in my head.
I will not have my son living in sin, not under my roof!
I took a deep breath. I didn’t want to think about that right now. I was safe. The nightmares were memories, not predictionsof the future.
The mattress creaked, and Lucas grunted, “Gonna go downstairs and get a drink.” He eased off the bed, stretching his arms over his head. Vincent sighed, and when he shifted, I reached back and grabbed his wrist.
“Sorry, babe,” he said softly. He leaned down and kissed my head, squeezing my shoulder. “I really do need to get ready for work though.”
He got off the bed, and I groaned as I sat up, running my fingers through my mussed hair. Jess had opened her eyes and was staring up at me, her makeup streaked, her face and chest still messy with our cum. I pushed her hair back, chuckling softly at the state of her.
“I’m a mess, aren’t I?” she said, a little smile on her face.
I nodded. Her cat ears had fallen off and were lying on the floor; the only thing she still wore was her collar.
It was only a silly accessory, but I didn’t want to take it off her.
She sat up, easing her arms around my neck. She rested her head on my shoulder, her arm reaching back for Manson. He moved closer and took her hand, twining his fingers through hers.
“My legs feel so weak,” she said. “You fucked me until I can’t even walk.”
