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“Nix, instead of standing there jerking off, I want you to go over there. Play with her asshole. Just stay out of the way so I can see.”
“Relax,” Colt whispers, moving his hips in time with me. “Just pretend it’s us. Just you and me. Nobody else is here.” He says it so softly, even I can barely hear him. I doubt James can over his disgusting little groans and his quickening breath.
Colt’s words shouldn’t make me feel better. It’s not like what he did to me after the rehearsal dinner was any better than this. The thing is, it did feel better at the time. When he took my virginity, it was just us, and Colt didn’t try to hurt me. He didn’t humiliate or expose me. When it was just us, he was gentle, and made me feel cherished and loved.
Nix brushes a hand over my ass, and I can’t help but tense up. He runs a finger around the edge of my asshole, playing with me a little, pressing but not entering right away. From the corner of my eye, I see him stroking himself with the other hand.
“Don’t just play with it,” James barks. “Stick it in. Fuck her ass with your finger.” I grit my teeth against a whimper of discomfort and humiliation when Nix enters me, probing around with one thick finger.
“It’s just us,” Colt whispers. “Pretend it’s just us.” Leaning my head on Colt’s shoulder, I close my eyes and try to do what he says. James isn’t here. He’s not doing this. He has nothing to do with this. It’s just us. Slowly, my pain eases, the tightness in my chest, the screaming in my brain. It all eases little by little the longer I block out James’s commands and focus instead on what I’m doing, what we are doing. I won’t even think about Nix. Only Colt and me. It almost feels normal this way.
“Give it to her.” There’s no blocking him out completely, especially not now, when he’s nearing the end. “Fuck her hard. Fill her up.”
I place my hands on Colt’s shoulders and dig my fingers in tight as he starts fucking me harder. Nix works his finger in and out in time, and god, I feel so dirty, so ashamed. That shame only worsens when the heat that already started to build, thanks to the friction against my clit, blooms into something hotter, stronger. No, I am not going to do this. This is not going to happen. I’m not going to give them the satisfaction. I grit my teeth and ride it out, reminding myself how much I hate all of them but James most of all. The filthy, twisted pig.
“Get up. Now.” I can barely make sense of what James is ordering me to do, but Colt understands. He lifts me off him and practically throws me onto the couch, where I land on my stomach. A hand presses against my back—I don’t know who it belongs to. I only know James is now out of his seat, crossing the small space between us, fisting himself faster, faster.
I close my eyes and bite my lip, holding back a cry of pure humiliation as the three of them come across my ass. It feels like it’s never going to end; their groans, their satisfied sighs as they milk themselves all over me.
But then it ends because it has to, and all I can do is be thankful it’s over.
Unlike last time, James doesn’t say a word. I’m glad. I don’t want to hear his voice again tonight.
Eventually, something touches my ass. Fabric. Probably my shirt or something. “Come on. Get up.” It’s Colt, his voice flat. When I lift my head and dare to look around, I find it’s just the two of us, and my clothes are balled up in his hands. My thighs are so sore from all that work, but I fight to get on my feet, following him up the stairs to my room.
I expect him to leave me alone right away like he did before, but instead, he enters the room with me and closes the door behind him. I’m too tired, too embarrassed, and hurt to ask why. It doesn’t even occur to me to argue with him when he takes me by the hand and leads me to the bathroom. It takes no time for him to strip down. I’m not even interested in looking at him or noticing his body as he steps into the shower, turning on the water before extending a hand and beckoning me.
It’s just like it was before, with Nix, when I was too tired and too broken inside to care much about washing myself up. It is good to feel that water on me, though, running over my head and down my body.
