I feel as if I’m losing my mind, and maybe I am because this isn’t like me one bit. None of it is. Ever since the date with Ledger, I’ve been spiraling out of control. Perhaps it’s all the years I was the repressed good girl, first at home, where I’d have to wear those plain, virginal dresses my dad wanted me in whenever we had company at the house. Then even at college, although I was able to wear sexier clothes than at home, I always felt as if I was the mother hen. The sensible one.
My friend Mackenzie acted crazy when she first met the Devils. Then Vani came along, and she and the Vipers went on a wild ride. Finally, there’s Ophelia and her Preachers. They all got to live out their fantasies, while I worried about them, made sure they got to bed safely, helped them all.
What thanks do I get? Vanithrowing cruel words at me, and Mack and Ophelia seemingly being too wrapped up in their own lives to even care.
Maybe I should be hurt that Jack gave Ace the okay, but a part of me is pleased. They’re helping me forget. Making me feel good. It doesn’t change how I feel about Jack, but what’s the point in saving myself for something that’s never going to happen? I’ll probably be leaving here in the next day or so, either back to the college, or hopefully to be with Mom, so why shouldn’t I let myself go for once in my life?
Rook’s mouth covers my pussy, and he flattens his tongue, licking me from top to bottom, before focusing on my clit. He uses the tip of his tongue to flick and swirl and lap, then he sucks and sends my back arching off the bed.
“Oh, God,” I cry.
Rook presses a finger inside me while he continues to suckle on my swollen clit, and then adds a second. He curls them inward to find my G-spot. He hits it, and I cry out, my body jerking.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, my?—”
My words are swallowed by Ace’s mouth as he kisses me again. His big hand covers my right breast, playing with my nipple, which sends a direct bolt of pleasure between my thighs. I never thought I’d be someone who’d get to experience this insane bliss of having two men feasting on my body, but here I am.
And I want more.
Ace pulls back. “We want to fuck you, Princess. Is that okay?”
I stare into his beautiful eyes. Rook has also pulled away a little, looking up at me, waiting for my answer.
“Both,” I managed to say. “I want both of you, but…”
Rook frowns. “What is it?”
I’m embarrassed to admit it at my age. “I’m a virgin.”
I want to curl into a ball and die. The two men exchange a glance.
“A virgin?” Ace echoes.
I nod. “I understand if you don’t want me.”
He clamps a hand over my mouth. “Stop talking. Of course, we still want you. Fuck, it would be an honor.”
“It would?” I mumble against his palm.
He removes his hand and smacks a kiss to my lips. “Of course it fucking would. But we can’t both take you at the same time, Princess. Not when you’re a virgin. That kind of thing needs some prep. We’d hurt you.”
I realize he thought I meant that I’d have them both inside me at the same time and blanch at the idea.
“No, one of you inside me first, just for a moment, and then the other.”
I hardly know where these words are coming from, but it just feels right. I don’t want to show any favoritism. I want them both. I feel as if I’m betraying the fantasy I had of Jack being my first, but he’s rejected me one too many times now. I’ll die a virgin if I don’t accept that we’ll never be together.
Ace and Rook exchange that glance again. “I think we can manage that,” Rook says.
They both stand and strip off their clothes, and I watch with my mouth agape and my heart pounding.
They have such beautiful bodies. Hard and muscular and tattooed. Rook is a good few years younger than Ace, so he’s leaner, but his body has more of a hard edge to it, presumably from his prison days. Where Ace is big biceps and shoulders, Rook is all cut abs and sharp angles.
He retakes his place between my legs, his hand around the base of his cock. He moves up my body until the head nudges at my entrance. I’m ripe and wet and ready for him, and he edges inside me.
There’s a little friction at first and a little pain. I hitch a breath.
“Are you okay?” He cups my face in his hands.
