Page 45 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

Possessive. Dominating. The kind of sexual power that made me want to give in and give it all up.

Deacon fucked me so hard the entire bed began to sway, rocking on its hinges. Every so often he groaned out his pleasure, but his hand never left my throat. He had transformed into an animal on top of me, lost to his primal urges.

Beside us, Priest watched. His gray eyes raked along my body, and then they traveled along Deacon’s, taking in every aspect of our position. He wore his typical lopsided smile as he whispered, “You look so sexy taking Deacon’s cock. I can’t wait to fuck you after he’s done with you.”

I was so focused on the feeling of Deacon’s hand around my neck and his dick in my core that it didn’t register right away, what he’d said. And then it hit me: Priest was going to fuck me after Deacon.

Wasn’t that, like, sloppy seconds or something? Didn’t guys hate that?

Maybe they didn’t. Maybe Priest was into that.

Deacon’s body jerked harder, and his top half leaned down as a growl of a groan left his throat. The increased pace made me see stars, even with my eyes closed, and when I opened them I saw the intense look he wore, the way his stare narrowed in desire.

His hand tightened around my neck as his body lurched against mine. His features twisted as he moaned, a warmth flooding me as his cock emptied inside me, twitching all the while. His frame nearly collapsed on mine after he came, and it took him a few moments to regain himself and pull out of me, his thick member slick with our combined arousal and cum.

“My turn,” Priest quipped, practically leaping off the bed to tear off his clothes in a hurry. “Shit, I should’ve undressed while you two were going at it. Fuck.” As he yanked down his pants, he added, “Get her under the covers for me, will you?”

Deacon was still very out of breath, and the eye-rolling he did after that told me he wasn’t quite in the mood for Priest and his demands, but in the end, he did as Priest asked, helping me beneath his sheets. He stayed on my left, not moving even as Priest crawled under the sheets with us and got on top of me.

Priest spread my legs once again, a look of eagerness on his handsome face as he immediately pushed his cock inside me. Compared to Deacon’s, his fit inside like my core was the glove meant for his cock.

A cock glove? Whatever. I was clearly still out of it.

“Holy shit,” Priest murmured, his body shuddering above mine. “You’re so wet, Angel. It’s like you’re a fucking Hot Pocket.” He got looks from both me and Deacon after that, which caused him to quickly add, “A beautiful Hot Pocket, who I love.”

Hmm. Not sure that made it any better.

“So, Priest,” Deacon spoke as Priest thrust his hips in a fast rhythm, “how many times you fucked a Hot Pocket? Just for reference. I hope you never fucked any of the ones I ate.”

“I am so lost in Angel’s pussy right now that I’m not even going to address that,” Priest whispered, his smile deepening as he speared me over and over. His gray stare was on me when he added, “You really do feel fucking amazing after that. I slide in and out so easy, baby. This is how I should always fuck you: right after Deacon. Or Bishop. I’m not picky.”

Priest rocked his hips in a way that made me moan. I turned my head to find Deacon watching me closely, an expression of hunger on his face—like he wanted another round with me after Priest was done.

It was all so much. Too much. Knowing Deacon and Priest were so okay with sharing me—literally, at the same time—coupled with the feeling of Priest going at me like a rabid animal, made me lose it again. The pressure building in my lower half reached a fever pitch, exploding within me and making me tense up all over.

Pleasure swept through me, taking me in a chokehold, much like Deacon’s hand had done earlier. I let out a muffled cry, arching my back as the orgasm surged through me, and all the while Priest never stopped fucking me. He fucked me through the orgasm, and that prolonged it, made it last and last.

Priest thrust hard. “Isn’t she hot as hell when she comes, Deacon?”

Deacon smoothed down my hair, getting it out of my face so he could see me better from his side angle. “She is,” he agreed quietly, voice heavy. “So goddamned hot.”

“Hear that, Angel? You drive us crazy.” Priest leaned down, slowing his thrusting so he could whisper, “You’re going to be so full of cum by the time we’re done with you, love.” He ran his tongue over his lip before piercing me harder and drawing out another cry from my lips.

Priest didn’t last much longer after that. Watching Deacon have me and then having me directly after must’ve been too much for him, because he came with a roar of his tattooed chest and a few quick pumps of his cock. He filled my core with cum, making me even wetter.

He probably had something smart to say, if the mischievous expression he wore was any indication, but before he could say a word, the door to Deacon’s room opened, and Bishop stepped in, phone in his hand.

“I’m going to order pizza for dinner. What do you guys…” Bishop finally looked up from his phone, spotting us three on the bed, and he froze, half in the room, half out. His gaze landed on each of us, and we, in turn, stared at him—mostly in shock, I think, because we were all too wrapped up in our current situation.

Bishop let out an uncomfortable “Uh” before looking back down to his phone. “Just text me what you want whenyou’re… when you’re done, I guess.” In a flustered hurry, he ducked his head and left, closing the door behind him.

With his cock still inside me, I looked up at Priest, and then turned my head to glance at Deacon. We were all staring at each other, the heated moment momentarily broken by Bishop and his need for dinner. Honestly, I wasn’t even hungry.

And then, because it was so ridiculous, a bubble of a laugh worked its way out of my throat, and before I knew it, I was laughing. Laughing at Bishop’s response, laughing at the sudden awkwardness of it all. Just laughing.

The guys joined in my semi-awkward chuckles.

This was my life now. I never imagined this was where I’d be. Who knew my sister sending in that video to Ramona’s little competition would put me here, on a bed with both Priest and Deacon?

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