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I feel a warm hand slide along my ass moments later. Barrett has rid himself of his clothing and stepped in Kyler's place behind me. His hand smacks sohard against my ass it makes my toes curl.
"Does Ky know how dirty you like it, princess?" Another smack lands on the other cheek, and I peer up at Kyler. Another smack.
"Tell him. Tell him you like it when I use you like a filthy whore." Another smack.
"I love it!" I gasp when he pushes two fingers into my pussy, moving them in and out at a slow pace.
"He already got you nice and worked up, didn't he?" Barrett groans.
Kyler's gaze goes to Barrett briefly before he slides closer to me at the end of the couch, placing his cock directly in front of my face. I’m panting with the need to finish when Barrett pulls his fingers back out of me, leaving me right on the edge again.
"Be a good little slut and make my brother come with that beautiful mouth." Another smack hits my ass, and I lick my lips leaning forward to take Kyler in. He reaches his hand up to grab my hair and pushes my head down to the hilt. I try my best to keep my breathing under control so I don't gag on his length before he pulls my head back up to allow me air. He keeps a slow pace, moving my head up and down as I swirl my tongue around him at every opportunity I'm afforded.
Behind me, Barrett pushes two fingers back into my pussy briefly before pulling them out and circling them around my ass. He gives me no notice before pushing them into my tight hole. I moan around Kyler's cock at the feeling of him stretchingme. A few minutes later, he adds a third finger, and it's almost too much. The burning pain from being so full pushes me up to the edge that I'm dying to fall over.
Kyler must sense my hesitation and briefly pulls me off of his cock to look down at me and rub my head in a reassuring gesture. "You can take him. Let him in."
I relax by letting them use my body however they need. Barrett’s fingers disappear from my ass, and I feel the cool tip of metal tracing my pussy before pushing in. His piercings rub along my walls, igniting the fire from within. My face is pressed back down to Kyler's base, and he thrusts inside of me. Another smack hits my ass, and the pain radiates along my skin. My pussy clenches at the feeling.
"You don't come until Kyler does," Barrett tells me, pulling his cock from my pussy and rubbing it along my backside.
Kyler picks up his pace, pumping in and out of my mouth, grunting every time I gag around him. I feel Barrett begin to slowly push his cock into my ass, and I scream around Kyler in response. He prepped me well enough that it hurt the perfect amount when he eased his way into me.
Once the tip of him fully breaches me, the rest guides in with ease. I feel every piercing sliding in one by one. "So fucking tight. You like it when we use all of your holes, don't you?" He mutters before bringing his other hand down to my pussy and pushing two fingers in. I feel so fucking full. My pussy spasms around him as he pumps into me.
Trying to bring my focus to Kyler, I do everything I can to aid him to his point of no return. Just when I feel like I can't take it anymore, I feel a warm spurt release into my mouth, and he groans in pleasure. "Swallow wanderer."
I lick him clean, taking in every last drop when Barrett says, "Our perfect little whore." I can barely keep it together while he slams into both of my entrances. "Now, princess. Come for me like a good slut."
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and a tornado of sensations shoots through me. Shocks radiate to my fingertips, and I pulse around his fingers. I've never experienced an orgasm that intense in my entire life. Barrett thrusts harder, pulling his hand from me and gripping my hips until he finds his own completion and fills my ass with his warm come.
He pulls out of me and lifts me up in his embrace. "You did so good for us tonight, Callie." I hum at his approval, and he leans in to kiss me before leaving me with Kyler.
Kyler carries me back upstairs to clean me up before putting me in his bed and pulling me into him. What a perfect way to end the night. I find comfort in his arms and drift off to a blissful sleep with him holding me tightly like he never wants to let go.
Chapter 35
Callie
There's some sort of commotion going on in the hallway that wakes us up. Thinking it's just Sebastian and Barrett messing around, I roll out from under the covers and hop out of bed to throw some clothes on. What the hell are they doing up this late, and why are they being so loud? Kyler turns on his lamp and sits up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. The noises get louder, and we start to hear muffled whispers.
I pause just a few steps away from the door, and out of nowhere, there is a loud banging sound. I freeze in place. Is that? No, there’s no way I'm hearing gunshots. Why would there be gunshots? Barrett has this whole place locked down like a fortress. How would anyone even be able to get in? We didn't hear any alerts, and an alert would have been sent to Ky's phone if someone got in.
Acting on instinct, Kyler stands up, grabs his gun from beside his bed, and motions for me to step to the corner of the room. I nod. We don’t know who this is, but he isn’t taking any chances. The gesture of protection from him doesn’t go unnoticed. I feel so safe with him, and if he wants me in the corner, that’s exactly where I’ll be.
He goes tomake his way to the door to see what's happening in the hallway but only makes it a few feet before the door swings open in front of him. I hear another loud bang and look over at Kyler to see him take two steps backward toward the wall behind him. The gun falls from his hand when he grabs his stomach to look down at the blood flowing from between his fingers before glancing back up at me. We lock eyes while his legs begin to wobble beneath him. There’s so much pain in his face when he realizes he isn't going to be able to protect me from whoever this is. He sways to the right, knocking over the lamp on his nightstand while trying to grab onto anything he can to keep himself upright.
My eyes begin to well up as I let out a gut-wrenching scream. Flashbacks from Maxton and my mother dying in front of me begin playing in my mind. This isn’t happening again. How is this happening again? Not Kyler, no! It’s like watching a reel in my mind on repeat, reliving the same traumatic event from years ago that is now meshed with another. For the second time in my life, a man I love just fell to the ground and is surrounded by his own blood. I love him. I can't lose him. I haven't even had a chance to tell him that I love him.
He moves his eyes away from mine for just a moment to look over at the doorway, and I see his jaw tic. I can’t take my eyes off him. I need to do something to save him. I see the moment those gorgeous blues start to lose their special glimmer, and panic begins to set in. I’m not sure what to do or how to help him, so I stand there frozen in my own combinationof fear and trauma, not even realizing that the entire time, I haven’t stopped screaming. Pressure. My brain finally clicks in. I need to find something to put pressure on the wound.
I look around frantically for something to use, and a familiar voice calls out my name from the doorway, momentarily pulling me out of my state of shock. “Callie! Callie!” I turn my head and see Julian standing there, his gun still pointing in Kyler’s direction. “Callie, we have to go!” he yells. I shake my head. I can’t leave. He needs me. Why does Julian have a gun? Wait, Julian is here? He shot Kyler. My mind is spinning a million miles an hour.
“Callie!” he says again.
“I.. I..” I just keep shaking my head back and forth as I look between Julian and Kyler. With every glance in Kyler’s direction, I see his breathing becoming more and more labored, the light in his eyes dimming even further.
Julian makes my decision for me when he grabs onto my hand and pulls me out of Kyler's room and down the stairs. We make it to the entryway just before the front door when my mind whips back to Kyler upstairs. I picture him lying there like Maxton was, helpless and in pain, and I rip my hand from Julian’s grasp. He looks down at me with confusion.
