Page 28 of Dark Tangled Truths
The house above us is quiet. Our parents will be gone for a while. I lower to my knees between his legs and reach for his waistband, drawing it down, and find he’s also not wearing any underwear.
When I lift my gaze to his, he shrugs. “I like to be prepared.”
His cock is already hard, but it stiffens more beneath my touch. I stroke his cock while our eyes are locked. There’s something sexy and heady about making him want me.
When I lower my mouth over him, taking him into my wet depths, he groans like he’s been dying to get inside me anyway he can. Hands grab my hips, lifting them. I don’t take my gaze from Damon’s darkened blue eyes as someone strokes the head of their cock through my folds before notching at my entrance. Finally.
I’m soaking wet and ready to be fucked. I push back into him, taking his cock inside me, stretching me.
“Fuck, goody. I’ve missed this pussy.” Cam pulls out and pumps back in.
I follow Cam’s pace with my mouth on Damon’s cock as Damon watches me with hooded eyes. His hands remain on the arms of the chair while mine rest on his thighs. Cam slides his fingers over my clit, winding me so much tighter. I moan as I come around his cock.
Damon slides his hand into my hair and holds me as he thrusts a few times into my mouth before he comes. I swallow as best as I can. Cam thrusts harder, pounding me so fucking good. I fall over the edge again as he groans his release.
“Keep sucking me hard again.” Damon’s words shouldn’t turn me on, but they do. Cam pulls out and slides his fingers through the leaking cum before thrusting his fingers and his cum back inside me.
An aftershock ripples through me.
“I love the feel of your tight cunt on me.” Cam slides his hand over my ass before he stands and returns to the couch. He sucks his fingers clean and winks at me.
Damon lifts my mouth off him. “Stand.”
I do as he says, ready for more.
“Turn around and sit on my cock.” He fists his cock to hold it in position.
I turn and Hawk is there, holding the elbow of my injured hand while I put my other hand on the arm of the chair. Damon helps guide me down until I’m slowly lowering myself onto his dick. Every inch sinking into me is like ecstasy.
Once I’m seated, he wraps his arm around my center and pulls me back against him. The urge to move is strong. His cock throbs like another heartbeat inside me.
“Damon,” I whimper.
“Maybe if you’re good, little devil, I’ll let you ride it. But it’s your turn to ask a question.”
I squirm a little on his cock, and his hand tightens on my hip and he hisses. Good. We’re both uncomfortably aroused, making this just prolonged torture.
I look at Cam and Hawk. Cam’s already hard again, and Hawk slowly strokes his hard cock, as his gaze focuses on where I’m sitting on Damon. I spread my legs to the outside of Damon’s and lean back so he can see better. I don’t mind putting on a show for my guys.
“Fuck, baby girl.” Hawk groans.
“Truth or fuck, Cam?” I turn to meet Cam’s gaze.
He smirks. “I just finished fucking you, so how about truth.”
I rest my head against Damon’s shoulder, and he draws my skirt up. His finger rubs my clit in slow, steady circles. My breath comes out in almost pants. Both guys try to maintain eye contact with me, but their gazes keep slipping down between my legs to Damon’s finger stroking me. Which is fair because that’s where my attention is focused too.
I shift restlessly against Damon, needing him to quicken the pace. To fuck me. To push me over the edge again, but he just chuckles against my ear. My brain short-circuits at the electricity racing through me.
Cam clears his throat. I meet his gaze and push through the need, because Damon said I could ride his cock if I asked my question.
“How many girls have you fucked?” I ask. Unable to think of a better question and realizing this probably isn’t the best time to ask since I’ve got another guy’s dick buried inside me. Part of me doesn’t even want to know, but the part that does is intensely curious.
Cam leans forward and thinks for a moment. “About thirty.”
“About?” My voice is breathy as my hips begin to rock with Damon’s fingers. He loosens his hold on my hip and lets me ride him. Fuck, that’s what I need.
“There have been some nights I wasn’t totally with it when a girl pulled me into a room.” Cam shrugs and holds the bottle up. “I try not to get that drunk anymore. But a few years ago, I didn’t care how drunk I got or who I fucked.”
