Page 46 of Spite

Alec was slow to remove his mouth and his finger from me, and I saw my slickness coating his pointer finger. Xander rolled off of me when I released him, my chest heaving, my nipples hardened pebbles, which both boys seemed to stare at quite a lot.

I rested my head on Alec’s pillow. “So, who wants to go first?” Another grin spread upon my face. “I think you should rock, paper, scissors it. Go old school.” I burst out laughing at their expressions. Surely they didn’t think…

Alec and Xander moved closer together, each extending an arm.

…apparently they thought I was being serious. That, or they didn’t care. They just wanted to get down to business. The two boys were really going to play rock, paper, scissors and see who was going to sleep with me first. I couldn’t exactly be insulted, since I was the one who suggested it in the first place.

The lucky duckling was Alec, to which Xander tried, “Best two out of three?”

Alec shook his head. “No way. I won, move aside.” As Xander crawled to the edge of the bed, huffing about how everything should be the best out of three matches, Alec shed his body of his boxers, freeing his dick. I’d known what size he was since that party at Jessie’s house, when I was grinding on him like there was no tomorrow, so seeing it didn’t surprise me.

What did surprise me, however, was how badly I wanted it. Had I ever been this horny? This needy? Had I ever wanted to be fucked so badly? I didn’t think so. I mean, I’d had sex before, but this? This was on another level. I wanted this more than I wanted anything. This was not a case of a traitorous body—this was a case of me choosing to be with him, and then with Xander.

Would I regret it? God, I hoped not.

Alec paused, seconds from guiding it in when he said, “I don’t have any condoms.” I wasn’t sure if I should be happy he was condom-less or not. Did that mean it’d been a while since he was with someone?

“I have an IUD,” I said, knowing neither boy would know what it was. American health class, for the win. I’d gotten it when I turned eighteen, but that was neither here nor there. All I knew was that it helped out with my periods and was ninety-nine percent effective. I was always good at beating the odds, anyway. Doctors said it was a miracle I’d survived so much blood loss before my life-saving transfusion, and here I was, still alive and kicking.

Wait. I’m getting off track here.

“It’s okay,” I said, “but if you wait any longer, I might invite Xander to take your place as first.”

The threat was all Alec needed to take charge. He guided himself inside me, finding little resistance as he pushed in. His eyes squeezed shut, a deep moan coming from him as he entered me. My lungs filled with a great breath; I’d forgotten what it was like, to be full. I never wanted to forget again.

Alec’s hips began to move, his dick gliding in and out of me, my natural wetness the only lubrication we needed. “You feel so good,” he whispered, kissing my neck as he filled me up again and again.

I wasn’t the only one that felt good. He felt good. His dick felt good. His body on top of mine felt good. All of this—it was good. No, better than that. It was great, the best thing I’d felt in so long.

I closed my eyes, relishing in the sensation of feeling Alec’s dick inside of me. When he pushed all the way in, my body felt like it was going to burst. His breath was ragged and hard, his muscular body sweating and radiating heat. He oozed sex appeal. I ran my hands through his hair, gripping its short brown lengths tightly as his thrusts started to become quick and erratic.

Alec let out a primal moan, pushing deeper into me as he came, his body shaking as he emptied himself inside of me. He was measured in pulling out, taking his time. His green eyes opened, and he wore a smile. When he leaned back, though, that smile fell off his face, and he said, “Wait!”

Xander glared at him. I glared, too. I was ready for Xander.

Stumbling off the bed, Alec reached into his closet and pulled out a clean shirt. His dick was still semi-erect, its length glimmering with my wetness. “Under you,” he said. “I’m not going to be caught washing my sheets when my parents come home.”

Right. That would make it obvious.

I lifted my backside, allowing him the space to shove the shirt under me. Now, should any bodily juices leak out, they’d leak onto the shirt instead.

Xander was slow to trade places with Alec, even slower in taking down his boxers. Whether it was because he was nervous about being with me or having Alec see him naked was beyond me. I didn’t care. We were all together, weren’t we? If swords happened to cross, well, I wouldn’t be opposed to watching.

Biting his lower lip, tracing his lip ring with his tongue, Xander’s dark eyes met mine. I gave him a tiny nod, which was all the affirmation he needed to push himself inside of me, his length gliding in easily. My body was just as ready for him as it was for Alec.

I threw my head back, feeling my back move along the bed as Xander thrust into me over and over, his hips rocking in a smooth, fluid motion. I surrendered myself utterly and completely to these two. These feelings inside of me were real. This was real. This went beyond the scheming Leah and I had done. I…I never thought I’d wind up here, never could have imagined I would grow to have genuine feelings for Alec and Xander. They’d made my life a living hell, and I hated them for it for so long.

Was it wrong of me to give myself to them like this? To practically demand that they shift their loyalty to me, to ask them to be my cronies, my posse, my friends and, more importantly, my boyfriends? Maybe it was, but I didn’t care. This felt too good to be wrong.

Xander shivered above me, and he hugged himself to me as his hips rocked. I ran my nails down his back, feeling him start to tremble, his body shuddering. The next time I used my nails, drawing them up his back, I put slightly more pressure into it, and he let out a guttural sound, his fingers digging into the sheets around us. When he came, I watched, and before he was finished coming, I reached to his neck, pulling his face to mine and kissing him hard, drowning him in all of the passion I felt. The desire, basic and carnal, and the emotions rising inside of me, strong and undeniable.

This was right where I was meant to be, I realized.

Sagging on top of me, Xander yanked back his hips, pulling his dick out of me and rolling onto his back beside me.

I let out a sigh. It was not a sigh of sadness, nor was it one of regret. It was a happy sigh, a content sigh, a I-can’t-believe-I-just-had-sex-with-two-of-my-enemies sigh. Oh, well. Things happened. You had to learn to roll with the punches. In my case, the punches were dicks.

I should waddle to the bathroom and clean myself, but first I had to say, “You know, if you two ever wanted to make up, I’m down for it.” The expressions on their faces were priceless, mostly because they stared at each other like they didn’t know what to say. Like they were both open to making up, too.

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