Page 209 of Falling in Reverse

And, God, I love him kissing me.

My whole body is on fire with the way he owns the lust coursing through me and how easily my walls come down for him.

“Make that bastard come right in his tightey-whitey boxers. Then we can laugh about it later.”

My lips crack into a smirk, but it doesn’t last because Torin finds that genial spot that’s going to make me do the same exact thing. “I’d rather make you?—”

“Nah.” His mouth brushes mine. “The first time I come with you…” He presses a chaste kiss to my lips. “Is when I’m very, very deep inside you.”

“And when do you think that’s going to be?”

“Soon.” He kisses me again. “I’ll be here to swallow all your moans and sounds. You make this fucker cream while I torture myself with this shit.”

I feel the side of Torin’s face rub against mine, the faint stubble lightly scratching my flesh. “Is he still talking?”

I nod before they both attack me at the same time. Reeve takes my mouth on another rollercoaster ride as Torin bites down on my earlobe and soothes it away with his soft lips.

They do it over and over again, each other at a different pace and Torin gets on his knees onto his seat so I can rub him through his jeans which isn’t going to do shit with so much fabric between us.

“Take your dick out,” I whisper in Torin’s ear. “I want to feel you.”

He doesn’t stop doing what he’s doing, running kisses and biting down my neck as he rubs at my clit.

“Dude’s deaf, baby,” Reeve mutters. “He doesn’t listen for shit.”

I yank on his shirt, getting him to pry his face from the column of my neck. “What?”

“Dick out, now.”

“I’m not baring my ass to the movie theatre?—”

“Like how my pussy is right now?” I whisper-yell back.

I see the faint lift of a smirk off his lips from the movie screen ahead before he begins working at those jeans, keeping them on while he whips out what I need.

“Better?”

I don’t answer him, sliding my palm around his ass to pull him closer, and that’s when I take what’s better in my mouth to shut his fucking up.

“Fuck,” he hisses, fingers mixing with my hair as he gives a slight pull on it. “Right in for the kill. I swear this is why I don’t trust you.”

I can’t help it, I fucking smile again against how fucking stupid he is. The shit that comes out of these boys’ mouths should be written down and sold.

“Her lips look pretty as fuck wrapped around it,” Reeve extolls, clearly unperturbed by the sight before him. “How does he taste, McQueen?”

Sliding from Torin’s shaft, I give Reeve exactly what he wants to know. My hand fists his shirt, pulling him closer as I slam my lips against his for yet another maniac kiss.

Using my saliva on Torin’s cock, I jerk him off while he shoves two fingers inside me, pumping into me in slow, torturous movements. The inside of my stomach coils into a tight bundle of desire, wanting more of both of them.

However, Reeve has made his intentions perfectly known, and I don’t like them.

“Reeve, join the fun,” I jeer, hoping my playfulness will get him to just break down and let me taste him.

“The first time she actually wants me,” he muses against my mouth, licking at my bottom lip before coming back for more.

It isn’t the first time I’ve wanted him.

Actually, the first time I fully allowed myself to be with my walls down was in that treehouse. It was just him and no one else. Just the two of us talking, smoking, and dancing. We spoke some more after a few more songs, one being the Macarena that he actually knew how to do it, urging me to perform the moves with him.

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