Breathless, I lie limp over his lap.
“You did well, little girl.”He pulls my skirt back down and squeezes my ass.
“Ow, ow.”I try to wiggle out of his grasp.
“Up you go.”He sets me on my feet and walks me over to the table where he’d had me bent forward earlier.There, he rests his phone against the bucket of cool drinks, aiming it toward me.Damiano’s face fills the screen, his brown eyes dark with lust as he watches me.
I wave at him.“Hi.”
He fights a smile.“You misbehaved, bella.Have you no remorse?”
“I have…some remorse.”
“You’ll have a lot when you’re trying to squirm on my dick and I won’t let you move.”Seth’s voice is low and raspy as he pulls a condom from his wallet.He shoves down his slacks and grabs his cock.
I’ve never seen him like this before, and I can’t help but stare.He’s seen me naked, but never the other way around.He’s always held back.And I get it—Kyle was his brother.But he doesn’t seem to be thinking about Kyle now.I’m glad.This isn’t about Kyle—it’s about Seth, me, Damiano.
It’s about lust, pleasure, and pain.It’s about control, and relinquishing control.
Damiano’s gaze is heated as he watches through the phone.
Seth yanks down my underwear before nudging my legs apart with his knee.“I won’t be gentle, brat.”
“Good.”I wiggle my ass.
He spanks me again—a fiery slap against my already-abused skin—then lines himself up with my entrance.His tip teases me, the thick crown prying at my sensitive pussy.Then, with a growl, he slides in.
I moan at his thick intrusion.I can barely move, he has me pinned against the table.Beyond the window, the baseball game continues.I can’t tell which team is at bat, and I don’t even care.Other fans are sitting right up against our private box, oblivious to Seth and me.This is so twisted.
And so fucking good.
“What are you thinking, bella?”Damiano asks.“What are you thinking while Seth fucks you at the game?”
“I’m thinking”—I break off in a gasp as Seth pulls out before slamming back in again—”I’m thinking I like it.It feels good.”
“But you aren’t feeling remorse for riling him up.”Damiano shakes his head in mock disappointment.
How can I feel remorse, when the consequence is so amazing?I want to rile him up again and again.
Seth’s hand finds its way up my shirt and he pinches my nipple—hard.I yelp, but he keeps me in his tight, brutal grasp.The pain warms into pleasure, my nerves confused and dancing, the connection going straight to my clit.
I rock my hips as much as I can, trying to force Seth’s cock in and out of me.
He chuckles, the sound dark in my ear.“I don’t think so, brat.Be still.You pushed me into this, so now we’re doing it on my schedule.”
“Please…” I make eye contact with Damiano through the phone.
Damiano’s shoulder moves slowly—I think he’s jerking off.He grins.“Begging me won’t help you, bella.”
I need Seth to move.This is torture.Especially when he gives my nipple sharp, rhythmic squeezes.My pussy clamps around him in response, matching the pulsing of his fingertips.More, more, more.
“Let’s watch the game,” Seth says.
I gasp against the newest spark of pleasure-pain.“You can’t be serious.”
With his free hand, he jams a Surf Rats hat on my bed.“I’m as serious as baseball, honey.”
So, not serious at all, I want to retort.But I’ve probably pushed him far enough.I’m getting what I wanted, right?Because I can no longer pretend this is all an accident.I pissed him off on purpose—I fucked around.And now we’re in the “find out” stage.
