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I start working my hips, grinding down on him with more rhythm as “Sugar” by Sleep Token starts pounding through the speakers in the house. I shoot a glance over at Devin, and just as I suspected, he’s the one who put the song on. Goosebumps spread across my overheated skin, which I formerly thought was impossible. Leave it to Dev to prove me wrong.
He knows how this song makes me feel, so I owe it to him to make this good. I lean forward, placing my hands on Julian’s knees, and arch my back. His rough hand scratches my skin as he trails it down my spine. Another “Fuck,” is wrenched from him as I continue moving on him, nice and slow with the beat of the song. His cock is hard as steel when I slide my ass across it. It’s thick and long, and a moan escapes from me.
Suddenly, he sits up straight, nearly pushing me off him, but his arm comes around my front, holding me to him. It snakes down my tense abdomen and grabs a handful of my junk. A jolt of pleasure rips through me, and an unintelligible sound falls from my lips. Tremors vibrate through my body, and my eyes fall shut as the pressure of his hand radiates through my crotch.
A hand grabs my jaw, pulling my face down. I peel my eyes open, and they connect with Devin’s’. I smile, all teeth and cheek at the sight. His expression is hard. I can see the restraint in every bulging vein and corded muscle—even the droplets of sweat at his temple.
There are people all around us, draping off every surface and every chair in the room. Seems that everyone is just high or drunk enough to be openly interested in the scene before them. It’s heady, knowing that they’re all watching, and most of them seem turned on too.
Dev’s fingertips dig harder into my cheek, forcing my teeth to cut into my gums, as he takes a drag from a cigarette. “My boyfriend is a fucking slut, isn’t he,” he says, his voice loud enough that I know he wanted everyone to hear. Heat prickles across my skin at the somewhat humiliating words. There’s a distinctly crazed look in his bloodshot eyes.
A few chuckles ripple through the room.
“A real dirty one,” Julian says, right next to my ear.
My chest rises rapidly as I pant. The two of them teaming up against me is too much. My dick feels like it’s going to combust.
Dev lets go of my face and sits down on the coffee table right there in front of us. “Continue,” he says, hard and demanding.
My heart thuds furiously behind my ribs, everything ratcheting up in intensity now. I stand up, hovering in front of him before turning around and straddling Julian’s lap. Now that I’m facing him, I can see that his pupils are blown wide. There’s a sheen of sweat on his face and broad shoulders, down to his pecs. He eyes me lazily as his hands come up to rest behind his neck. “Give it all you got, man. Everyone’s watching,” he says, purposely reminding me, but it only gets me hotter.
I have to admit that I underestimated Julian and what he’s capable of. It makes this that much better.
He bucks his hips, spurring me forward, so I get to work again. My hips circle his lap, slow at first, and then with more pressure. I let my hard cock drag against his sometimes, and each time I do, his breaths come faster. If only he could lose the denim and I, the leather, then I could feel his burning hot cock against mine. The thought of our skin moving together has me falling forward. I plant my hands on the back of the couch, moaning in his ear. The song climaxes, thundering through the room and through my veins as I gyrate against him roughly, my moans breathy and desperate in his ear. His hands fall to my hips, urging me forward. He whispers in the space between us, “You’re my slut for the night, aren’t you?”
All I can do is pant and try my fucking hardest to not come. I feel it approaching like a full speed train about to slam into me, and I’m paralyzed by it.
He grips the back of my neck harshly, burying me deeper in his neck to whisper in my ear, “The dirtiest fucking slut. Fucking yourself right here on my lap with your boyfriend watching. He looks like he wants to rip you apart. He wants to fucking demolish you, Rome.”
A strangled groan explodes from my throat. Knowing that they’re making eye contact over my shoulder nearly unravels me. I did not know he could talk like that, sound like that. He’s filthy just like us, and it’s all I can do to keep my movements steady when my hips want to jerk erratically, seeking an orgasm.
The song slows to an end though, and so do I, until I’m completely still. We’re both panting, trying to catch our breath, and I’m squeezing my eyes shut tight as my impending climax recedes. It’s bordering on pain at this point.
Hands land on the back of the couch on either side of mine, and I feel Dev’s heat as he looms over us. “Can’t take much more, can you?” he growls. “This is only the beginning, baby.” His voice has a menacing lilt that sends prickles down my spine.
How the tables have turned.
3
DEVIN
At first, all I could feel was rage.
I’ve considered stomping Julian’s face in, and I’ve envisioned fucking Rome so hard that he bled. The thoughts that have slammed through my mind tonight have made me uneasy, made me question if I even know myself at all. Especially, when they started heading in a different direction altogether.
Something clicked for me after I cornered Rome. The reassurance he gave me might have been more of a threat than anything else, but coming from him, it made sense. This is a game to him—one with the sole intention of making me crazy with jealousy. He wants me to prove that I own him. I didn’t understand what the point of that was because he already fucking knows, but now I get it.
Not only do I get it, but I don’t know that I’ve ever been this keyed up in my life. Even now, as I look down at my boyfriend straddling my best friend, looking freshly fucked, my dick is hard as a rock. That lap dance might have been given to Julian, but it was for me. That’s just how it works in Rome’s sick little head, and I’ve always loved it, so this is no different.
Now, the wheels are spinning for me. I have ideas—filthy ones. Ones that I never thought possible for us.
There are things that I know about Rome, things he would never show to the world. He likes pain. Rome wants to be slapped, stepped on, choked. Whatever it is, he wants it to hurt. He likes being humiliated. And, now, if this night is anything to go by, I know he wants to be shared, like a possession that I own.
“Get up,” I tell him, backing up to give him room. He takes one final shaky breath and detaches himself from Julian. Standing on weak legs, he runs a hand through his short, platinum-blond hair, a shit-eating grin on his face as he looks around the room. We have to finish out the school year with some of these people, and only he would find this amusing.
Julian reaches down and adjusts himself through his jeans without a care in the world, the bastard. I don’t think he’s ever even been with a guy, but I guess he’s more open than I thought. He is a carefree, always-looking-for-a-good-time, kind of guy.
I place my hand on Rome’s lower back, guiding him toward the hallway. Julian’s still planted on the couch when I shoot him a pointed look. His eyes widen when he realizes, but he gets up and follows behind us.
