“Yes,” I murmur, my body hot,wanting.“She’s perfect.”
“Her cunt would be so wet if she saw us.” He strokes me harder, faster.
My stomach blooms with heat.
“I want my nose against her hole while I jerk you off,” he says, “both of you watching me.Obeyingme.”
Fuck.
I dart my hand out and grip onto his bare shoulder. His muscles are so fuckingsolidbeneath my fingers, it drives me closer. Higher.
“Tell me who you belong to,” Faust says, a command in his tone as he keeps pumping me and I hope to God none of our coaches or our teammates walk in. But then again, maybe I wouldn’t care.
I know what they say about me.
I’m the star kid. The upcoming golden boy.
But I don’t want it like Faust wants it. And that makes it easier. Because I’d follow him and Neve anywhere.
I’d do anything, so long as they’re mine. I’ve stalked him and her for too long.
“You,” I gasp out, and I mean. “You and her. I’m yours.”
“Imagine my tongue fucking her pussy. You slapping those perfect tits that are yours. Imagine spitting on her pretty face as I stand up and jerk my cum into her tight hole.”
Oh, God.
My head is bowed against my arm, my short nails digging into his skin. “I’m so close, Faust. I’m so?—”
“We can both knock her up.” It’s just words, but it’ll get me there. “Make her pregnant so she walks around and everyone knows she’s ours. You can put your cum inside her every day and I’ll do it too, so she’s always full of us. Our perfect, bitchy little whore.”
Fuck.
The orgasm explodes through me, cum spraying all over Faust’s hand, inside my sweats, along my inner thigh.
I bite his shoulder to muffle my groan, thoughts of Neve pregnant and me and Faust fucking her at the same time flickering inside my head.
Fuck, I want it.
I’ll do whatever it takes to have it.
To keep her safe.
Whatever it takes.
Faust pulls back and I’m forced to open my eyes. When he pulls his hand from my sweats and brings his fingers to his mouth, covered inmycum, it feels as if my heart has stopped.
He sucks on his fingers, licking all of me off, never looking away from me.
The photo of Neve is on my phone, still in my hand between us, her perfect cunt exposed.
But when Faust finishes me off, I stare at that photo, her completely naked and defenseless, and I think of her brother inside her nightmare apartment.
I don’t know why, but it sends a jolt of anger through me.
At Deliverance, we were so closed off, so watched, it happened sometimes. Brothers and sisters doing things they shouldn’t. It makes me want to vomit, thinking of it, but sometimes, the preacher sanctioned it.
Sometimes, we were prey.
