Page 208 of Falling in Reverse

Sort of.

I knead Torin’s hard cock as I lapse my tongue against Reeve’s, staying in a steady rhythm between both boys and reveling in each part of it.

Pretty Boy within the palm of my hands, as well as Reeve, but kissing him just to see how close I can get to seeing him lose control.

My neck is exposed on the other side, giving Torin perfect access to place his lips there and make out with the column of my neck as Reeve and I devour each other in a dark theatre with my sister feet away.

I pry my mouth from Reeve’s, my responsible ass failing miserably at watching what I’m supposed to be here for and not acting exactly how I don’t want Ellie to.

“What’s wrong, McQueen?” Reeve whispers, bending closer to keep our mouths closer. “Your sister is fine.”

Reeve lifts the armrest that’s dividing our seats, still lip-locked with me, as my hand falls away from between his legs and deepens our kiss.

“He likes you, Wildfire,” Torin says under his breath. “Sticks up for you all the time.”

My fingers lace through his thick, sandy blond hair, hungry for me at the fueling of Torin’s words, and I don’t deny them. They only make sense with everything I’ve seen from him so far.

“How much do you like him?” My middle finger reintroduces itself to Torin’s face, but he only does what he does best and surprises me, sliding his lips down the single digit and sucking on it. I try to pull my hand free, but he only holds tightly to my wrist. “Did you forget about me already?”

He means his stiff cock resting still between my palm and fingers.

“Earn it, Pretty Boy,” I pant between Reeve’s kisses. The long and sensual way his lips glide and capture mine has my pussy clenching for relief and for him to slide his cock out and fuck me right here.

Slow your motherfuckin’ ass down, girl. We’re all staying clothed here.

“Thatta girl,” Reeve praises, rewarding me with a dart of his tongue gliding against mine as our exhales mix and become more labored. “Gotta keep our boy humble.”

I’m not even sure if that’s possible, to be honest, and he’s not our boy but his. I’m not adding myself to this equation to where we start giving each other names.

Pretty Boy.

Reevie.

Wildfire.

McQueen.

Wow.

“That’s not a problem,” Torin concedes as if I needed to know he has no problem working for his pleasure.

Long fingers wrap around my jaw, as Torin pries me from Reeve’s mouth, twisting it to his before his mouth collides softly with mine.

Again, the exact contrast of Reeve, although it’s normally Torin who’s the aggressive asshole, and Reeve the sweet one who can slip your panties off while he’s waltzing gracefully with your tongue.

Except the roles changed, keeping me on my toes once more as Torin takes a second helping of me.

I flatten my hand against Torin’s thick erection, rubbing his length up and down like we’re in high school and not wanting to get caught doing anything by a parent.

Torin answers me with a slip of his tongue, hinting that I’m on the right path when Reeve starts to fuck with the waistband of my leggings. Yanking the material down past my ass and to my knees where I clamp them closed from them going any farther.

“This restricts what I want, McQueen,” he taunts. “I promise we won’t get caught.”

“Pry her legs wide,” Torin orders, peeling my bottom lip between his teeth and dragging it down before it pops back to where it was.

Someone’s finger finds my heat, and I barely gasp before Torin captures it for himself. “Take over, Reeve. I gotta earn it.”

Torin’s digits brush underneath my chin before I can bark back a reply and I’m met with Reeve’s mouth again.

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