God, this feels way too freaking good.
“Please,” I whispered.“Give me more.”
“The good little slut is begging for it now,” Arch said from the other couch.
Arch—fucking Arch—was my stepbrother since last year.He got into trouble with his father, bad-mouthed everyone, and probably should’ve been suspended five times over now, but he was still here.
“Please,” I found myself saying again, begging and pleading more, loving the feeling of being called a slut.I wanted Arch to call me that over and over, degrade me even further.
All this time I spent at Redwood, being a good girl …
Nobody knew about this side of me.
Calix slowly pulled out of me, then pushed himself back in.I threw my head back, pussy tightening so much around him.He had only just started, and I was already halfway to the best orgasm of my life.
“Call me a slut again,” I whimpered.“Please.”
Arch smirked and stood, taking a fistful of my hair and forcing me to stare up at him.“You’re a fucking slut, Astrid.Getting fucked in the middle of a party in front of four other guys, begging me to call you filthy names.Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
Panting as Calix began thrusting in and out of me quicker, I stuck out my tongue and stared up at him.He clutched my throat in his free hand and spit into my mouth.My eyes widened slightly, and I squeezed Calix’s dick harder than I had before.
“More,” I begged, sticking out my tongue again.“Do it?—”
He spit into my mouth again, then smacked it.“A dirty fucking whore.”
“Fuuuuck,” Calix grunted.“Your fucking pussy …”
Rush, the grumpy racing fanatic, and Cairo, one of my friends from Physics, sat on the opposite couch.Rush’s hand was down his pants, and Cairo’s gaze was intently on mine, as if he wanted to come over here, too, but there wasn’t much room on this couch.
Frasier pinched my nipples again and tipped me right over the edge.I threw my head back and moaned, pleasure rushing through me.
“That’s it, baby,” Frasier praised as I bucked my hips back and forth on Calix’s cock.“Ride out that orgasm.”
After stilling inside me, Calix seized my hips and grunted, “Fuck, Hellcat.”He took my chin in his hand and forced me to stare at him.“You’re a good virgin gone bad tonight.”
CHAPTERTHREE
ASTRID
With my head pounding,I slowly sat up and blinked my eyes to adjust to the harsh sunlight flooding through the windows.
Where am I?What happened?How much did I drink last night?
I faintly remembered …
Oh my God.
I stared around the empty room, littered with red cups, weed, broken glass, and … Rush, who was sprawled out on the couch beside me, shirtless, his usually grumpy face soft from sleep.
My eyes widened.Oh my fucking God.
I reached between my legs.I didn’t have underwear on anymore.Or a shirt.
No.Fuck no.
It really didn’t happen last night.I didn’t lose my virginity to The Crew, did I?
Mouth drying, I shot up to my feet and pulled down my skirt to cover my bare pussy.Where the hell is my underwear?!I flipped up the pillows beside me and tiptoed around the broken glass, searching for any piece of clothing I could wear that wasn’tthis.
