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Crue pulls back and rests his forehead against hers. “I need to be inside you, baby.” Her breath hitches at his words, a part of me expects her to deny us—yes us. If she were to deny Crue then by default she would be denying me.
We made a deal, neither of us gets the girl unless we both do.
“I don’t have a car,” she says.
I snort. “Let’s go,” I growl as I grip her hand and drag her after me. I push through the crowd of people. Some try to garner my attention and shout for a picture but I ignore them. I have more important shit I need to do right now, like being balls fucking deep inside the pussy that destroyed my heart and drove a wedge between me and my best fucking friend.
I may hate her for what she did, but right now, I need to feel something other than lost and alone. Since she left, Crue and I have had this divide between us and neither of us wants to admit it is there, but it fucking is! I hate it, I didn’t just lose her, I lost him.
I push through the door to the disabled bathroom and yank her in front of me knowing without a doubt Crue followed. The moment I hear the door close and the lock clicks into place I’m proven right. She stands there breathing fast and hard as she looks at each of us, there was never this amount of tension between the three of us before, not even the first time we all fucked.
“Lose the dress,” Crue demands. She swallows audibly and I watch as a cloud of uncertainty overshadows her face. I look her over wondering why. We’ve seen her naked more times than I can count. For fuck’s sake, we never allowed her to sleep in our bed with clothes on.
Instead of taking it off, she pushes the top of it down to expose her tits. Fuck, I knew there was no way she could wear a bra in that dress. Fuck, her tits look like they have grown. They’re more rounded and full. Gripping the hem of her dress she lifts it to her hips exposing her white lace thong, a groan tearing from me at the sight. She has a tattoo now that covers her arm and her entire side. If I wasn’t so turned on, I’d take my time inspecting it. I reach out and slam the toilet seat lid down and step into her loving the way she trembles at my nearness.
“Leg up,” I grit out. She does as I command and places her foot on the lid of the toilet. The way the straps of her heels wrap around her calves has me picturing her hair wrapped around my fist. I drop to my knees and relish in the gasp that pulls from her at the sight of me kneeling. I don’t draw this out, I run a finger down the front of her lace-covered pussy.
“Oh, God,” she moans as I grip the front of her panties and push them to the side, her pussy glistening with her arousal. Before I can dive in for a taste, Crue comes up behind me, reaches out and swipes a finger through her slick folds, drawing a cry from her before placing that same finger against her lips.
“Taste yourself.” Her eyes darken as she looks at him and obeys his command, sucking his digit into her mouth as I swipe my tongue through her folds and feast on her cunt. Fuck, I missed the taste of her. No other pussy can compare, I push my tongue inside her tight, wet hole, loving the way she screams my name.
“Saint.” I flick my gaze up and watch Crue claim her lips. She reaches out and runs her hand down the front of his chest. Not even he is immune to her touch, he trembles behind me. Knowing that he is just as fucking aroused as I am, has a moan tumbling from my lips. She cries out and breaks the kiss with him as I suck her clit into my mouth.
“You want to come on his fucking face?” Crue growls.
“Yes,” she cries out as I push a finger inside her tight cunt, her pussy walls clamping down on my finger. I can feel her ready to come already which tells me she hasn’t orgasmed in a while. Good to know I don’t need to murder some fucker for touching what is ours.
“Not tonight, baby,” Crue snarls as he slaps a hand down on my shoulder. She whimpers as I pull back and climb to my feet. Her eyes are wide and filled with indignation at the nerve of us to deny her. “Get on your knees, baby, and suck our cocks.” Fuck, I hastily free myself from my jeans as she lowers to her knees in front of us. I look over to see Crue already has his cock in his hand. I grip my own and find myself pumping it to the sight of him teasing her. I pause, what the fuck am I doing? To rid myself of those thoughts, I grip Katie’s hair and pull her forward, she wraps her sinful lips around my dick and sucks me deep.
I throw my head back and moan, “Fuck yeah, suck it like that, baby.” I thrust my hips forward, loving the sound of her gagging around my cock. Hearing that sound and feeling the sensation always filled me with a sick satisfaction that she can’t take me all the way. Crue grips her hair and yanks hard enough for her to yelp, but before she can protest, he’s shoving his dick down her throat. She grips my length in her hand and pumps me as she sucks him off. Fuck, the sight of her bobbing up and down on him has pre-cum leaking from my tip like a fucking virgin. She releases Crue with a wet pop and her hand replaces her mouth. She uses our dicks to maneuver us so we stand shoulder to shoulder with our raging hard-ons right in her face.
She continues to slide her dainty little hands up and down our lengths, just the way she knows we like it. That’s the thing about fucking an ex, the sex is always fire because you know what each other likes, but the hurt and pain still festers just beneath the surface, that rage spills over into it and tricks your brain into forgetting, even just momentarily. She pulls us closer together, our tips touching ever so slightly with each pump of her hand, Crue thrusts forward and when his head touches mine it sends shivers down my spine. The moment she tries to take us both in her mouth at once has Crue moaning in pleasure and I just stand here stunned.
Our cocks are touching and all I can hear is my father's voice in my head. Closing my eyes, I ball my hands into fists and breath. I should be appalled, or raging but I’m… not. Before I get too lost in the thought, I pull myself free and haul her to her feet, clasp her face between my hands and kiss her, loving the taste ofuson her tongue.
“Fuck her,” Crue demands and has us breaking apart, both looking at him. “Bend her ass over that basin and sink with your dick so deep inside her she creams all over you. I want her to watch as she screams for you.”
Katie does as he says and bends over gripping the basin. I have other ideas though. I grip her thong and pull it down her legs, shoving it in my pocket. Gripping the globes of her ass I part her cheeks and spit before I begin to eat her from behind. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve tasted her like this. If we had lube, we’d both be fucking her right now.
“Fuck yes, Saint, eat it like that, baby.” She knows better than to give orders, I draw back and land a swift slap across her backside, loving the sound of the scream that rips from her lips. I gather her hair and grip it in one hand as I use the other to line my cock up with her cunt. A good man would slide in slowly but I’ve never claimed to be good at anything other than football. I slam inside her again, relishing in the strangled cries of pleasure that rip from her. I see tears cloud her vision in the mirror, and my anger takes hold. I fuck her ruthlessly, I don’t even care if she comes or not, this is about me, not her. She left, she needs to feel the pain I did waking up without her every day, not knowing if she was alive or dead. “Oh fuck,” she yells so fucking loud, I think everyone in the club will hear.
“You gonna take my cum like the dirty fucking girl you are?” I growl.
“Fuck yes, give it to me.” Jesus, as if her words have a direct line to my cock my balls begin to tighten and then I’m coming. I hold her gaze in the mirror as we both come apart, together. This begins to feel too intimate, so I pull out and step back as Crue steps up behind her and shoves a finger inside her tight wet cunt drawing another cry from her. He pulls that finger out and I expect him to hold it out to her to suck it clean but I’m stunned silent when he sucks his own finger between his lips, moaning. My lusted gaze never leaves his mouth, enthralled that my best friend is tasting my cum.
“Fuck, you both taste so good together,” he growls approvingly. Crue isn’t gentle with her either, he lines himself up with her entrance and slams inside her tight pussy. They both cry out and I stand there and really watch them both for the first time and my heart thumps wildly in my chest. Fuck feelings. My dick doesn’t get the memo that it's rest time, it's hard again within minutes. My palm wraps around my rock-hard length, my eyes zero in on the juices running down her thighs between them, her soft mewls get louder and I cum the moment he bottoms out inside her.
Katie
Fuck!
Holy shit, it’s been so long since I’ve had them both and oh my God, they feel fucking amazing inside me. I feel complete again. Crue grips my waist in a punishing hold that I know will bruise but I don’t have it in me to give a damn. I want to wear the brand of their love, their ownership, it will be the only way I’ll know this wasn’t just a dream.
“Fuck yes, take my cock,” Crue grits out as he slams inside me again. I push back against him, needing more. He pulls free, turns me around, grips my waist and lifts me so I’m balancing on the edge of the sink. “Wrap your arms around me.” I do as he says and the moment he slides back inside my greedy cunt, I lock my legs around his waist and cry out, fuck he feels so deep. Saint slides up beside us, grips my chin and pulls my face to him. His gaze bores into me, it feels like those pale green eyes can see right past my walls and into my soul.
He smashes his lips against mine, swallowing my cry as Crue hits that wonderful G spot. He continues to fuck me senseless as Saint fucks my mouth with his tongue. Fuck, on their own these two are lethal but together they are a fucking force of mass destruction.
Saint breaks our kiss but keeps my chin in his hold as he stares directly into my eyes. “You like how he fucks you,Katie baby?” Hearing my nickname from Crue had me feeling hot and needy, but hearing it from Saint has a sense of dread settling over me, he didn’t say it with love or longing. “Answer me.”
