Page 8 of Final Girls and F*ck Boys

Atley’s head turned sharply, chin jutting against me, and I knew he had to be looking at Chamberlain, who was gazing right back at us. His eyes, barely visible under the shadows of his hood, were glittering in the lamplight.

The game had begun around us, the first dare done. A girl with long red hair dropped to her knees before a blond boy wearing a Phantom of the Opera mask and presented his dick to the circle of people, sucking him down her throat in one fell swoop, to the crowd’s roaring cheer.

“Fuck, little saint. How have I never noticed how he looks at you?” Atley’s voice was cave-deep, rumbling with pleasure. “God, he’s so pissed right now. I fucking love it. That dickhead deserves to be mad.” With that, Atley’s tongue slipped from his mouth and slid up my neck. I reached back, cradling his head to my throat as he worked my earlobe between his teeth.

“You enjoy riling him up as much as I do, don’t you, sinner?” Atley murmured, and I nodded my head as one of his hands moved to my waist to tug me closer.

My ass rode snugly against his waist, and I could feel him there, growing hard, pressed tightly against me, only his sweats, denim, and my lace panties separating us. I adjusted my legs so I was almost kneeling above Atley, my back to his chest, pussypressed perfectly against his dick as his mouth sucked at my neck.

I spotted Sawyer across the circle—it was her turn, her dare. She stripped off her tiny shorts and sat down, legs splayed, in the center of everyone. She began stroking her cunt, fingers strumming against her clit as everyone watched. Little moans escaped her mouth as her head fell back, long tendrils of her box braids dragging along the floor.

My clit throbbed at the sight and noises.

I rutted down against Atley, unbelievably turned on.

“This make you hot? Got your pussy wet from watching your friend play with herself?” Atley growled in my ear. “I bet you two do all sorts of filthy things together, huh? Rub those sweet cunts together when you’re home alone and bored?”

We never had, but the idea sparked something in me, and I groaned as Atley’s finger slid under the denim and plucked at a nipple. Suddenly, through the haze in my mind and Sawyer’s cries, I heard my name being called.

“Priestly—truth or dare?” It was Camber, who never played games. Yet, here he was, willing to play with me.

I chose the only option I had. I didn’t even think about the fact that it shouldn’t be my turn. I just wanted to play with them.

“Dare.” The word was out of my mouth before I could stop it, husky with emotion.

Camber still stood against the wall, and he appeared impartial, detached, like a shepherd staring at his flock of sheep and wondering why we didn’t measure up.

His eyes hardened as he gave me my dare. “I dare you to help your friend finish.”

Startled, my eyes flicked to Sawyer, who met my gaze with confusion. Her chest was heaving, fingers still circling her clit, but she must have been having a hard time relaxing enough to finish in front of so many people.

“You want me to…” I started, only to be interrupted by Camber.

“Lick her cunt until she comes? Yes.” A hint of a nasty smirk settled on his lips as cheers ignited through the crowd at the idea of watching us go at it. “Unless you’re too scared?”

Defiance lit me up, making my spine go rigid.

I would never turn down a dare. “As if,” I spat in return.

I didn’t even bother to stand. I just got onto my hands and knees and crawled over to Sawyer, ensuring my hips swayed tantalizingly. Going by Atley’s countering groan, he liked the view.

Once I reached Sawyer, I hovered over her, my hair a curtain around us. I could feel her hand working between us, slowly rotating as she worked her clit.

“Honestly,” she huffed out, smiling. “I figured we’d get here one day, but not with an audience.”

I laughed in reply, nodding. “Me face deep in your poonani?”

“Yeah, that.” Sawyer laughed again, the tension easing from her shoulders.

I was used to performing for crowds, even if they were never truly in front of me. And this? This exciting taste of exhibitionism lit me up in all the right ways.

More than anything, I wanted Sawyer to feel how gratifying it was to have men panting after you, to know they would give anything,payanything, just to see more of you. It was a high that lasted.

So, I leaned in, an easy smile still playing on my lips, and gently pressed my mouth to hers with the slightest of pressure. Sawyer followed my lead, giving as much as I was taking.

Kissing a girl was vastly different than kissing a boy.

Sawyer was soft, malleable, her body pliant beneath my hands and mouth. She bent to my will with gentle strokes, and it was a heady sensation to be in control.

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