Page 44 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

Somehow, though, none of that mattered right now. I couldn’t even think about the reason behind Deacon’s absence in my life the past few days, nor could I think about the secret I was keeping from Bishop and Priest.

Right now, it was just the three of us, and things were getting heated.

Priest had a hold on me from behind, his strong, muscular arms wrapped around my body to help keep me upright. His hands had been toying with my chest, tweaking and rubbing my hardened nipples while Deacon went at me between my legs—sensation overload. It wasn’t a wonder why I couldn’t think straight.

Everything was hazy with lust, sex, and desire. I felt like a whole different person.

Priest’s chest rumbled as Deacon lifted his face away from my inner thighs. “Isn’t she spectacular?” I could practically hear his grin, and I saw, through half-lidded slits, Deacon grinning back.

Wasn’t that something? Deacon hardly ever smiled. Smiling wasn’t his thing, and I was struck then by how handsome he was. He kept himself locked in his room so often, sometimes I forgot.

“I think she’s ready for you,” Priest murmured, his words causing a shiver to course down my spine. “If I know Angel, she’s nice and wet, and that pussy’s begging to be full of cock.”

What happened next was hard for my mind to register, probably due to how light and fluttery I felt after two earth-shattering orgasms. Priest let go of me while Deacon worked on taking off his clothes. Shirt first, then socks, pants, and everything underneath.

The moment his black boxers came down, his cock sprang free, standing at attention, tall and long and veiny. I’d seen it before, when he’d walked out of his bathroom naked, but it wasn’t hard that day. This was the first time I was seeing it fully erect, and God, was I caught wondering one thing.

How in the hell was that going to fit?

It was huge. Capital-H huge. Thick and long, it was even bigger than it was when it wasn’t erect. My stomach twisted in anticipation, and I realized this might hurt.

I mean, it had to. How could something like that fit inside and not hurt?

As Deacon crawled onto the bed with us, Priest propped his head up on his hand, laying directly beside me. Though I wasn’t looking at him—I was too busy staring at Deacon’s impressive length—I knew he was watching me, because he mused, “I know what you’re thinking, love, and it’ll fit. It’ll fit just fine.”

Deacon’s long hair draped down, a wild mess, but the look suited him. He looked like a sexy Tarzan, ready to claim his Jane. He positioned himself over me, nodding along with Priest as he said, “He’s right. It’ll fit.”

I was barely able to mutter, “How do you know that’s what I was thinking?”

All Priest did was smirk and say, “Just remember to breathe, Angel. Breathing is very important, especially when you’re being stuck with such a monster.”

Deacon let out a sigh, although that sigh was more like an exasperated groan, and he glared at Priest, asking, “Can you not? Do you think you could just, like, shut up for five seconds?”

“Five seconds, eh? That’s how long you think you’ll last? Hey, I’m not judging, but—”

Deacon ground his teeth, like he wanted to punch him, but I lifted a hand, drawing my fingertips down the side of his face, thereby forcing him to look at me and not the third person on the bed. Technically, this was our first time. As hazy as my mind was, I knew that, and I didn’t want Priest to screw it up by being… you know, by being himself.

And just like that, Deacon forgot about Priest. His green eyes locked with mine, the roaring hunger in them plain as day. His thick monster of a dick needed no guidance whatsoever as he bore his hips down on mine, keeping eye contact with me as his bulbous tip prodded my entrance.

Priest must’ve been right, I must’ve been dripping wet, because that length of his pushed inside me without resistance. I moaned and writhed as he filled me up inch after inch, my core adjusting to take in his thickness.

But, again, Priest was right: it fit. Deacon’s cock fit inside me somehow—although it was the only thing I could focus on, the only thing I could feel. That mesmerizing pressure in my lower half.

And then Deacon started to move, pulling his hips back before gyrating them forward and pushing his thick cock in me again. My body rocked along with his, my eyelids fluttering shut as I surrendered myself to the feeling of being fucked.

My core wasn’t the only full thing. My heart was, too. I really did love these guys, flaws and all. None of us were perfect, and that made us perfect for each other.

Priest let out a growl as he said, “Look at you, Angel, taking his cock like a champ. I knew you could do it.” The approval in his voice made certain parts of me tense up, including my core, and Deacon must’ve felt it on his cock, because he let out a low moan after that. “Such a good girl you are, full of Deacon’s cock.”

I never knew I liked being talked to like that, but I couldn’t deny the way my body reacted. The praise made me lose my mind.

Deacon’s hand found my neck, and I gasped when his fingers curled around it. It was the same way he’d kissed me, hand-to-throat, but the mere fact that he was inside me made everything elevated.

In that moment, I was his. I was his, even though Priest was murmuring praise into my ear.

“Oh,” Priest’s tone changed as he watched Deacon fuck me a little harder. “Does our Angel like it rough? I wish you would’ve told me, love, because I can be rough, too.”

My mouth was open, and I panted for breath. I couldn’t seem to catch it, not with all that was going on. The handaround my throat constricted, not enough to choke me, but enough to be uncomfortable. It was, oddly enough, titillating in a way I’d never felt before.

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