Page 82 of Darkness Falls

It's already too much having them both inside me at the same time, and they aren't even moving yet. Barrett bottoms out, and I finally let out a breath just as I feel his hand tangle in my hair.

Seb lets go of his grip on my waist, and Barrett pulls back on my head. My elbows straighten out with my palms pressed against Sebastian's chest as Barrett begins moving in and out of me. I already start to see stars, and it only intensifies when Seb’s hand wraps itself in the familiar position around my throat.

The two of them quickly find their rhythm, with Seb slowly thrusting up, being careful not to slip out of me. I'm being pushed and pulled in both directions as they fill both of my holes. Still, I find myselfwishing Kyler was here to partake in this, too.

Seb's eyes narrow as though he can sense my mind briefly wandering, and his hand tightens on my neck. His other hand reaches up to grab my nipple, twisting and making my pussy clench around his cock.

"You have both of your holes filled, but you still want more," Seb says, not letting up on his grip.

Tears well up in my eyes while I try to silently plead with him to go easier on me. Barrett's hand smacks my ass again, and my eyes widen briefly. I'm about to lose control, and I know if I do, I'll have to pay for it because he hasn’t given me permission to come yet.

"Do that again. She's going to come," Seb tells Barrett like I'm not even here.

Darkness begins to fill the edges of my vision while the pressure builds to the point of near explosion. I do everything I can to hold back, but I don't know how much more I can take. Another smack lands on my backside, and my eyes roll back in my head.

"I'm right there with her," Barrett tells Seb.

"Coat my cock in your come so you can suck it off of me." Seb lets go of his hold on my neck, and my entire body erupts.

Air finally fills my lungs, and I take in a deep breath as the orgasm courses through me. I clamp down around Seb and feel my juices drip down his cock. The bed has to be soaking wet. As soon as I begin to come down, Seb finds his high, filling me up and mixing ourreleases together. With one more thrust, I feel Barrett empty himself into my ass. He slips out of me, and I collapse on the bed.

"I believe I told you to clean my cock, trouble." Seb eyes me intently.

I grin and move toward his now semi-soft length. "Yes, sir."

I stick out my tongue and lick a few times before popping his cock into my mouth and sucking the combination of our releases off of him. My eyes stay on his the entire time. I don't miss the way he hums with approval. Once I'm confident he's happy, I pull my mouth off and fall back onto the bed.

Barrett leaves the two of us for a moment to go into Seb's bathroom before coming back with a warm washcloth to wipe me clean. I'm especially thankful for it because my limbs feel like jelly. Their tenderness and care are something I’ll always be grateful for. I feel the bed sink down and look over to see Barrett on the other side of me, fully clothed. He wraps an arm around me, and we give ourselves a few minutes to relax and bask in the afterglow of the three-way.

“Told you I’d make you messy.” Seb laughs.

I’m going to have to freaking shower again. I can’t even imagine what my makeup looks like right now. The mascara is likely running down my face. Being messy should make me feel ashamed, but I only beam with pride. I love being used by them.

Just as I’m about to fall asleep, Seb hops off the bed to get dressed. "We need to find Kyler and go over the plans for tomorrow morning. We have to be ready for anything." Barrett nods athim, and Seb goes to walk out of the room, but he stops to look back at me. “You should shower again, trouble. You're covered in come. When you’re done, come find us.”

I roll over into Barrett's arms and shake my head because only Seb could take a nice moment and choose to leave.

"Don't let it bother you, princess. You just make him feel things, so he's being grumpy. You know how he is." He leans in and kisses the tip of my nose. "I love you."

"I love you too," I whisper back before sliding out of bed to get my second shower of the day.

This one is quick, but I let my mind wander. A small sense of dread fills me. If something goes wrong tomorrow, this could be the last night the four of us are together. All I can do is hope that everything will be fine. We will all get in and out with no issues, kill Damien, destroy Rogue, and save Avery. It's not like it’s that big of a list of things to do. That's what I'm telling myself, anyway.

Chapter 38

Kyler

I'm annoyed as fuck that Seb and Barrett decided to play with my wanderer yesterday and didn't invite me. I may have been feeling a bit petty with one goal in mind when we all piled into the car to drive back to Rogue. I pulled Callie into the back with me and let Barrett take the passenger seat while Seb drove. My girl has no idea what I have in store for her. She will enjoy it, though.

I think about last night and how late the four of us were up, going over our plan repeatedly. We needed to have all of our roles figured out with as little room for error as possible. Error can result in someone getting killed, so the last thing we need are mistakes.

Callie is almost positive Damien is keeping Avery in the cell in the basement of her childhood home. It’s one of the few places on the compound that isn’t readily available for search by the guard. This actually works to our benefit because we already know the layout of the house from when we got Callie out. She doubts there will even be anyone guarding Avery, though, because Damien would have to admit there's an outsider on the compound. He wouldn't risk that with how unstable his position is.

My job is to grab Avery while Barrett sets up the bombs and Sebastian and Callie go to the trial. Callie's trial comes with mandatory attendance for all male members of Rouge, and really, we couldn't have planned this better if we tried. The biggest variable factor is Seb and Callie getting far enough away with everyone else still inside the main building for the trial.

Callie requested we get Damien out alive too, which adds an extra level of complexity to the entire job. Ideally, we would let the piece of shit go up in flames with the rest of Rogue, but she wants her revenge, and she deserves it.

Barrett changes the radio station, and Seb glances over in annoyance. There's enough tension in this vehicle to slice with a knife. I'm feeling mischievous, so I place my hand on Callie's thigh and slowly move it up every few minutes while keeping my gaze trained ahead. I watch her out of my peripheral vision as her chest begins to rise and fall faster the further my hand moves up. She glances down every few seconds, and I know she's most likely soaked from the anticipation. I finally slide my hand up to the apex of her thighs, and her breath hitches.

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