Page 108 of Outcast

Together, they worked me, Matías fucking me with the same rhythm that Esteban fucked my face. I felt stuffed, overexposed, and over stimulated. My entire body was alight and wave after wave of heat washed over me, leaving me a sweat-slickened mess.

The deep way Matías bottomed out every time was almost uncomfortable.

"I'm getting close," Esteban gasped, forcing my head up and down. He was moving so quick, I could only let him fuck my mouth.

Matías panted as he picked up speed and reached around to strum my clit. It didn't take much, it barely took half a second, before I started jerking and crying out from the intense, brutal orgasm sweeping through me. My voice was garbled as Esteban continued to piston his hips.

My vision darkened around the edges, and my arms gave out.

Cursing behind me, Matías wrapped an arm around my waist as the first stream of salty cum jetted against the back of my throat.

Esteban shouted, and Matías grunted, both bucking hard against my limp twitching body.

It took forever to come down and to be able to breathe again. But eventually, I roused, tucked so neatly between them. Esteban propped his head on his hand as he traced the bridge of my nose and eyebrow, studying my features.

Behind me, Matías molded so firmly against my back and ass, I was sure he wanted to fuse himself against me. His arms were wrapped tight around my waist and chest, and his face was buried in my hair.

"You two wrecked me," I croaked. "I'm fucking destroyed.”

Esteban smiled and it transformed his face into an expression so blinding, I closed my eyes.

"Good. It means you'll never want to go looking for dick anywhere else."

I snorted. Like I could even walk after that. The fierce way Matías had taken me left my legs a shaky mess. I doubted I could take myself to the bathroom.

"This was..." Matías said against my hair. "This felt real. Like before, but better."

Before...Before he left, before he tossed me aside out of fucked up good intentions. I waited for the pain to kick me in the chest, but no sneaky feelings of betrayal popped up.

It seemed like time...and orgasms had healed my wounds. I wasn't so naive to think this was permanent, but for now, I happily accepted it.

I laced my fingers with his.

We must have laid there for hours. The sun started to set and the room was thrown into darkness.

A pounding started on the front door. “What the hell?” I tried to roll out of bed but Esteban stopped me.

“Let Matías get it. He’s the elder. It’s his responsibility to protect us.” He grinned.

Rolling his eyes, Matías pulled on his pants and walked out of the room. “If it’s Ricco or Joel, I swear to Christ…”

Esteban snuggled into my side, leaving wet kisses along my neck until I giggled. I fucking giggled.

“Rita!” Matías yelled in a strange tone.

I bolted to a sitting position as Esteban jumped out of bed. “We better get out there, that sounds like a situation.” All humor was gone from his voice.

Grabbing a fresh shirt and shorts from my dresser, I got dressed. In the living room, Matías stood so still, staring down at a picture in his hand. His face was set like stone as anger emanated from him.

He wasn’t alone. A skinny kid of thirteen, maybe fourteen, stood by the closed door. His gaze shot to us, then wildly searched the room like he expected an ambush. Wringing his hands, he was two seconds from bolting.

“What’s going on?” I asked, sliding up to Matías’ side.

“This kid lives in the neighborhood. He saw the attempted driveby the other day and grabbed a picture.” He might as well have been speaking gibberish as I examined the photo.

A dark SUV was on my street. The tinted windows were up, and Matias was at the end of my walk, his gun aimed their way. This had to be after he shot at them.

What made the picture so interesting was that the windshield wasn’t tinted. At least not the bottom two-thirds.

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