Page 26 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

There’s a wetness that I can hear as she fingers herself, and my fingers tighten on Pay’s ass as I struggle with the knowledge of what it means. Focus only on Pay, Rooke.

Fuck, I have to hype myself up to get hard. Isabella broke me. Patience shifts so that her pussy rocks on my dick, and that finally wakes it up. Moaning, I thrust up against her, my hardening cock sliding through her arousal, rubbing over and over against her clit.

Patience whimpers into my mouth, her fingers moving to my hair to pull gently as she gets closer to her release. Isabella’s moaning is louder, and Patience shudders, but it’s not from pleasure. I know she’s trying.

I love her for working with me in the worst of circumstances. This woman’s strength is awe-inspiring.

“Focus on me,” I mumble against her lips, my hand moving between her legs. Fingers pushing into her wet pussy, I crook them inside of her as my thumb rubs her clit firmly. “Come for me, Pay. This is all for me, okay?”

Lost in the sensations I’m forcing her to feel, her eyes go soft as she moans. “Just for you,” she smiles. It’s an impossible task that we’re being asked to do, and yet, here we are.

My heart is pounding as her walls start to flutter around my fingers. I know that I’m going to flip her before she comes, and fuck her through it so that I can continue the high of her orgasm. I need her to be wrapped up in me and only me.

“I want your big cock stuffed in her pussy,” Isabella moans. “Is she tight?” Patience hides her face in my neck as she breathes my scent in, struggling to keep her momentum going.

“My girl is so tight. Her pussy is strangling my fingers like a good girl,” I growl, hating my words. These are the things that I say just to Pay. I don’t mind dirty talk in bed; I love how hot it makes both Cal and our girl. But I hate the guttural moan that Isabella releases.

I am going to need so much therapy if we survive this Hell.

Patience whimpers my name, and I know she’s close enough for me. “I got you, baby,” I promise.

I pretend so much that everything is fine, that we’ll be fine if we do one more thing. I’m waiting for Pay to call me on my bullshit. I’m tired of my own lies already.

Flipping her so I’m on top, I thrust inside of her with a single snap of my hips. I didn’t prepare her enough, and she gasps as her back bows in surprise. As Pay gets used to my size, I lift her leg over my shoulder.

“Eyes on me,” I whisper, and she nods.

“I want her tits to bounce,” Isabella complains. “Fuck the soulless whore hard!”

Jesus. This woman clearly needs Him after that comment. Patience is one of the kindest people that I know. I know that because I wouldn’t still be here if she hadn’t thought to check in on me during one of my lowest moments.

On my knees as I hover over Pay, I fuck her into the mattress. Her fingers dig into my forearms, but I can tell it feels good. The bite of pain will keep her attention on me and only me. I make the mistake of glancing over at Isabella and gag. She’s not paying attention to me, her feet are propped up on the mattress, legs wide as she fucks herself with a large dildo that she must have brought in.

If I wasn’t going to fuck her, she was just going to do it herself. Isabella’s eyes are glued to where my dick is stuffing Patience’s pretty pink pussy, and I wish I could drop her leg. Instead, I inadvertently exposed her even more to Isabella.

“Rooke,” Pay pants. Forcing my attention back to her, I smile. “Stay with me.”

Dropping my lips to hers, I do just that. I ignore the wet sounds of the dildo as Isabella fucks herself, the moaning, and focus on making Pay scream just for me. It’s the only way that I’ll be able to do this.

My balls are starting to draw up and I could cry. I’m not going to be able to stay hard for much longer. Patience cries out as she wraps her other leg around my waist, thrusting her hips up as well.

Together we hurtle toward our respective orgasms, clinging to each other as we come.

Isabella makes a sound that reminds me of a cat dying, signifying her orgasm. Resting my head on Pay’s chest, I watch as she drops the toy on the floor and dresses.

“I don’t know why that was so hard,” she mutters as she stalks out the door in anger. Apparently, orgasms don’t make her happy.

“Fuck, baby,” I mutter, my eyes welling with tears. “I’m so sorry. I couldn’t get hard, and the drugs made me really sleepy. I’m sorry that she got you involved.”

“Things just keep getting worse, but you’re not to blame,” she reminds me, forcing me to look at her. “Don’t apologize for fucking me. Apparently even your dick hates that wretched woman.”

I want to laugh, but I sob instead. We cling together, my cock still nestled inside of her. Now that it’s hard, it's refusing to release its hard-won erection. Fuck me, why is my dick even ornery right now?

Spider walks in on the two of us crying, and blows out a breath, his caramel eyes filled with pity.

“Why don’t we go to the showers?” he says softly. “Isabella’s left the facility for today. No one will care.”

Slowly getting up, Pay and I both hiss as I pull out of her. My cock bobs against my stomach and all I can do is sigh wearily.

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