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Chapter Seventeen

Rue

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I’D NEVER CONSIDERED myself to be an exhibitionist before, but I knew now that getting it on with one of the guys while the others were watching definitely turned me on.

My adrenaline was high from firing the gun as well. I’d never thought I’d be that kind of person. I’d seen so much fear and death from people holding guns that a part of me had come to despise them. Only now I found myself on the other end of the gun, and Ryan had been right. It had felt like I was taking some power back for myself. When I’d been aiming, it hadn’t been the tree I’d been picturing in front of me. It had been the faces of all those men who had never thought of me as anything more than a vessel for them to take their pleasure from. It had been their faces I’d imagined exploding each time the bullet hit the wood.

Ryan’s erection jammed hard against my stomach. Our kisses were rough now, tongues thrusting, breathing growing ragged to match. He palmed my breast over the top of my shirt, squeezing, pinching my nipple to a point. I groaned and reached between us to rub the hard line of his cock beneath his pants.

We were like two teenagers standing on a street corner, making out, uncaring of what anyone else might think.

I undid his belt and popped open the button of his pants and pulled him out into the open air. Then I dropped to my knees in front of him, my mouth lining up with his dick. His hands found my hair, lacing through my locks, and I wrapped my fingers around the base of him and leaned in. My lips brushed the smooth head of his cock, and I sneaked out my tongue to circle his tip. He tasted of salt and musk, and I wanted more. I opened my mouth wider and sank onto him, feeling him slide across my tongue and to the back of my throat.

“Ah, fuck,” he gasped from above me.

I sneaked a look to the others. They were both watching intently, eyes hooded with lust, their lower lips slack. They hadn’t touched each other, but I didn’t miss the way the heel of Dillon’s hand pushed against the front of his jeans. He might be injured, but that didn’t seem to affect his sex drive any.

Renewed by the view of the two men watching, I increased my enthusiasm on Ryan’s cock. I bobbed back and forth, taking him as deep as I could, my lips a firm circle as they slid up and down his hardness. Ryan’s hips bucked, and his hands tightened in my hair. My pussy pulsed, wetness pooling, low and hot. I’d always loved it when a man did this to me—taking complete control. I didn’t know why I found it so hot. I shouldn’t have wanted to be degraded, but having a man fucking my mouth, and holding me steady by my hair while he did so, practically made me come without me even needing to be touched.

Though my eyes had filled with tears caused by the exertion, I blinked them away, wanting to get a look at the other two. Both were leaning back in the grass, now masturbating as they watched Ryan fucking my face. Still, they weren’t touching each other, but only themselves, and seeing them masturbating over us made me dizzy with desire, and perhaps a lack of oxygen.

I lifted my hand and cupped Ryan’s balls, soft and hot and tight. I massaged them, and his movements grew faster, the head of his cock almost hitting the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Rue. I’m close. I’m gonna come.”

I couldn’t speak or do anything other than push him onward. My fingers moved farther back, to massage his perineum as well, and then he exploded. His dick jammed so far to the back of my throat, I didn’t even get the chance to swallow his cum. Semen poured down my throat in a stream.

Ryan went soft in my mouth, and I pulled away and wiped the back of my mouth with my hand.

“That was insane,” he said, kissing me and pressing his forehead to mine. “I think I almost blacked out for a moment.”

I giggled. “You weren’t the only one.”

We both glanced over at the others. “I don’t think they’re done,” I said.

Ryan pulled a face. “I know I am.”

Looked like it was up to me to take care of them—not that I minded in the slightest. My arousal was a fire burning at my core, and I needed them to douse it before I’d even be able to think of anything else.

“My turn,” Dillon said.

His leg wasn’t going to allow him too many acrobatics.

“You want my pussy or my mouth?” I asked him flirtatiously.

His eyes glittered. “After seeing that, I want the same as Ryan.”

“I want your pussy, Rue,” Kodee said. “I want to be the one to make you come.”

I liked the sound of that.

I quickly pulled off my pants. I had placed the gun just within reach when I was sucking off Ryan, and now Ryan picked it up, clearly happy to cover us. I thought we were safe, but I appreciated him keeping an eye out. I kicked off my pants and kneeled on all fours between Dillon’s legs, my ass pushed out toward Kodee behind me.

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