Page 299 of Vile Boys

“Oh fuck, I’m getting hard,” Blaine groans, and I can see him rubbing himself from the corner of my eye. I don’t mind him watching us as long as he doesn’t try to steal her away.

Crystal has managed to bring us both to our knees, and I’m not even mad. We fight over her like dogs fight over a bone, tongues twisted in a battle over her pussy, circling all along her most sensitive spots and down inside her, causing her to shudder in place.

“Oh yes, just like that,” she murmurs. “Keep your lips and your eyes on my pussy, don’t look up.”

I don’t know why she’s so absorbed with not letting me see her orgasmic face, but I suppose I’ll allow her this little victory over me and let her think she’s got us under her control. For now.

Caleb’s hand slowly wriggles into my pants, however, and it distracts me so much I begin to moan against her slit too.

Fuck.

“Oh fuck, I love when you make those sounds,” he groans.

“Shut up,” I murmur before I lick his tongue too, toying with his piercing, pushing it up against her clit until she moans along too.

I can hear her breathing pick up as I close my eyes and circle my tongue around both of them, kissing him while also kissing her slit, sharing the fun.

My hand slides across her ass cheeks, finding her entrance, and I dip in to feel her wetness dripping down my fingers. Fuck, her wetness is such a goddamn turn-on I can barely contain myself.

“Guys …” Blaine says from the door, but I pay no attention to him.

Caleb’s fingers quickly join mine, and as we begin alternating thrusts, the desire building inside her causes her to moan out loud. I pull out of her pussy only to enter her ass with both fingers instead.

“Double the tongues, double the fingers. You sure are one lucky girl,” Caleb says as he flicks his pierced tongue around, driving her wild.

“Crystal, please …” Blaine’s begging almost makes me stop, but I don’t fucking want to.

I want to keep tasting her, keep feeling her writhe against both of our tongues and fingers.

I can feel Caleb’s fingers from inside her, pushing up against mine as we pleasure her. Her moans become louder and louder, nearly turning into squeals as she begins to roll her hips around, smothering us with her wetness as she reaches that edge that makes me want to come too. But I hold myself together as she grips my hair andsqueezes tightly while her clit begins to thump.

She sucks in a breath and murmurs, “Fuck,” in such a breathy manner that the precum bursts out of my dick.

But then something warm rolls down over my tongue and into my mouth, the taste so bitter it makes me pause. I recognize this taste …

Blood.

I pull my fingers out. Caleb’s eyes open too, and we both gaze at each other in dismay, as the red tinge of blood is all over our mouths.

“Don’t stop, please,” Crystal begs, but the fiery protector in me forces me to find whatever is hurting her.

The knife she just stole from me, the same knife I used to carve these letters into my chest, is now in her hands … as she slowly etches letters into her skin right underneath her neck while staring into the mirror behind me.

T. O. R.

My eyes widen, along with Caleb’s.

“Crystal, don’t!” Caleb screams.

I grip the handle of the knife as I come to a stand, stopping her in the process. “Stop.”

“No,” she says, tears staining her eyes. “I told you not to look.”

“Goddammit, listen to him,” Caleb growls, and he looks at Blaine. “Why didn’t you fucking stop her?”

“Because she wanted me to stay quiet,” Blaine says, putting his finger against his lip, mimicking what she apparently did when we were too busy licking her. “She wants to do this, so who am I to stop her?”

She refuses to let go of the knife. “Let me do this. I can do this. I can take it.”

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