Page 9 of Final Girls and F*ck Boys

Once she was releasing urgent, cooing breaths, I trailed my lips down her neck, sucking ruddy marks into her dark skin as I went. Her hips rotated against me, bare pussy seeking something to gyrate against, so I squeezed my thigh in between hers, pressing it hard against her cunt. Immediately, a moan of gratitude left her lips, and the crowd around us jittered in excitement.

She was sans-bra under her shirt, so as I dipped my fingers under the fabric, it was just more smooth skin, soft as feathers. I ducked my head into the crook of her shoulder, inhaling the light, sweet scent of her as my fingers plucked gently at a nipple.

“You smell amazing,” I murmured to her, tongue darting out to taste her collarbone.

With a hitch in her breath, Sawyer replied, “Thanks. It’s the perfume you got me.”

“Goddamn, I’m good at giving gifts.” I smirked, delighted the scent fit her so perfectly.

Sawyer started giggling, but it trailed off into a grunt of pleasure as my gentle teasing of her nipples turned into harder grabs. I held her dark eyes as I lifted her shirt, my lips tracing her quivering stomach. She was up on her elbows so she could watch my path down her stomach.

I knew from our regular conversations about our sex lives that her nipples weren’t super sensitive, so I didn’t want to waste too much time on them when there was so much more sensitive skin to explore with my mouth. My tongue dipped into her belly button, lapping at the dangling piece of gold jewelry there.

I bit down gently on her lower stomach and was pleased by the way she arched beneath me, her hips restless now that her cunt couldn’t grind against anything. Sawyer was perched on her elbows, plump lip bitten between her white teeth as she watched me trail lower. The closer I got to her pussy, the more I couldsmell her musky aroma—inherently familiar, so close to my own primal smell, yet different in way I couldn’t quite put a finger on.

My chin rested on her hip bone. “You ready?” I asked, voice low and husky.

Sawyer nodded rapidly. “Yes. Please. God, I’m—” She broke off with a laugh. “I’m hornier now than I’ve ever been. Way to go, champ.” She patted my shoulder with her hand.

I huffed a laugh into her skin. “What are friends for?” I shrugged as I smirked up at her.

I glanced over her head, meeting Camber’s eyes for the first time. As usual, his face was a blank slate, even more so than usual, half of it obscured by the mask. Tearing my gaze from his, I searched for Chamberlain. The girl who had been at his side was now on her knees before him, his thick thighs spread around her tiny body as her head bobbed up and down. His long arms were open across the back of the couch, making him look enormous. He took up nearly the whole couch with his wingspan.

My eyes narrowed.

Two could play that game.

Even as I dipped my head low over Sawyer’s pussy, arching my ass up high, I peeked around my shoulder, meeting Atley’s eyes. They appeared to be more glazed from lust rather than drugs now, heated with arousal as they stared directly at my barely-covered cunt. I tilted my head at him, indicating he should come to me. He raised one brow, shooting a quick glance toward Chamberlain.

A knowing look came over Atley’s face before a smirk settled on it. He crawled over to me, huge hands settling on my hips.

“Let’s make your big brother jealous, little saint,” Atley purred into my ear.

And then, we did.

7

My face was a wet mess against Sawyer’s sopping pussy. All I could taste and smell and breathe in was the musky scent of her cunt. She was moaning freely now, husky little noises that made my stomach clench from the primal undertones.

It didn’t seem to matter that I usually preferred men—my body was blossoming, opening and readying itself under the swelling heat of the sex-tinged room. Arousal was a fog invading my mind, and I dove deeper into its murky depths, letting it wash over me in pounding waves that leaked from my core.

Atley ran a finger up the back of my thigh. “Fuck, you’re dripping already.”

My thighs quivered at his light touch. My lips were firmly wrapped around Sawyer’s clit, sucking it like a tiny dick, and I refused to pull off—I could tell she was getting close.

ButGod, I wanted to be touched too.

Without a way to articulate my desires, I settled for widening my legs—spreading them obscenely and titling my hips up so he had nearly unfettered access to the warmest, wettest parts of me.

I rocked my hips back in a blatant simulated fuck.

“Christ,” Atley growled. His hands, huge and warm, latched hard onto my ass. His fingertips dug into the crease of my ass,and for a moment, I was startled, unsure what he was doing, but then he gave a hard jerk that jolted my body, and I heard the snapping of thin, worn denim.

He had ripped open a hole in the crotch of my overalls. My cunt was free, on unfettered display for him. He played with the strap of my thong, tugging the slim string so it pulled tight against my clit, and my pussy lips swallowed the fabric, rubbing the lace roughly against my wet hole.

“Look at that hungry pussy,” he muttered, more so to himself than anyone around him, I thought. Using the grip he had on my thong, he pulled rhythmically until it ran over my clit in a teasing glide. Before long, the tiny triangle of fabric was soaked.

“Atley,” I mumbled against Sawyer’s pussy.

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