Page 35 of Toxic Hope
“You felt so good, that tight pussy coming on me.” Easton wraps my hand around his dick, still slick with my juices. “Jerk me off. Jerk me while he fucks you.”
I’m on the verge of exhaustion, but nothing could stop me now. I want to go as far as they can take me, meaning I stroke him while Preston moves inside me. His thumb runs in circles over my clit while he grinds his hips, taking me deeper, harder than his brother did. “Yes,” I whisper, because I need him to know it’s good. So good.
“You like being used like a little slut?” he asks, and as much as the question shames me, I can’t pretend he’s wrong. I do like it. I’ve never felt this alive. Connected.
So when he pulls out and takes himself in his hand, my heart sinks a little. “Finish yourself off for us,” he demands, stroking himself the way I’m stroking Easton.
“Yeah, make yourself come,” Easton urges, replacing my hand with his and walking around to the foot of the bed to stand next to Preston, who is staring down at my pussy.
I’m already so close, almost at the edge, and it takes only the lightest touch to make me shiver. “Pretty pussy,” Easton whispers, stroking faster when I look down the length of my body to watch them. They’re both transfixed, jerking off to me. My fingers move faster over my clit, the wave building, taking me a little higher with every pump of their fists.
“I’m going to come,” I pant, hips, moving in circles, my chest heaving with every ragged breath.
“Yeah… yeah, let it go.” Preston grits his teeth while Easton groans, and it’smethey’re jerking off to.Mypussy is driving them wild. That thought is enough to take me over the edge, making my hips shoot up off the bed while my body clenches in the last second before pure bliss rolls over me in one sweet wave after another.
“Fuck!” I don’t know which of them says it. I only know something hot and wet hits my inner thighs while they growl and gasp for breath. By the time I manage to pry my heavy eyelids open, my skin is painted with their sticky cum.
I can’t believe that just happened.
What now?
I wish the question hadn’t come to me so soon. There’s no time to come down from that mind blowing high before doubt and guilt creeps in.
And exhaustion. Lots and lots of exhaustion. I’m so wiped, I can’t even ask Easton where he’s going when he leaves the room. When he comes back with a wet washcloth, I don’t have the strength to thank him for thinking about cleaning me up. I can only lie back and let him do it while Preston gets his clothes together. Then they switch places, with Preston finishing the job while Easton gets dressed. I’m glad—I’m not sure what I would do if they both collapsed onto the bed with me.
As it is, I’ve already let them get too close. The sleeve on my arm reminds me of that. They can’t know. What hope do I have of keeping this a secret if we keep doing this?
I’m so weak, Preston has to help me sit up. But instead of getting dressed, I gather the comforter around me. “I guess I’m a little tired,” I admit. I mean, how am I supposed to feel after everything that just happened?
“I guess we wore you out, huh?” Somehow, Preston finds that funny, laughing softly while I fight for every breath I can pull into my lungs. Because to him, this is all a game.
And I liked it. I did, and I don’t know how to feel about that. I don’t know how to feel about myself at all, and it’s all because of these two. How is it that two people who were strangers to me just a few weeks ago have the power to turn my world inside out?
“I guess you did,” I tell him, since it seems like he’s waiting for my response.
“And here we are, supposed to be taking care of you when you’re not feeling good.” Easton goes to my desk and picks up the paper bag they brought with them. “I guess you’ll need this heated up for you.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I snap. I didn’t expect it to come out that way, but they definitely didn’t, all wide-eyed and surprised at my reaction. Drawing a shaky breath, I add, “Don’t worry about it. Grandma is particular about who uses the kitchen.”
“She loves us,” Preston reminds me with a grin. I hate the fact he’s not wrong.
But what I hate even more is his confidence. He has no right to be this confident. Sure, Grandma likes them, but she doesn’t know them. She only sees what they let her see. What I will let her see.
Just like they only know what I will let them see.
But the more time they spend with me, the harder it is to hide my truth. I’m so exhausted now, I can barely keep my eyes open. It’s not easy to keep my thoughts together or get the right words out of my mouth. They need to go, fast, because I don’t know how much longer I can hold it together.
“She only loves you because she doesn’t know you.” I can’t believe it—the way their heads snap back in unison actually makes me feel bad for a second before I remember how all of this started. Any regret that might briefly wash over me hardens into something much less forgiving. “You know what? You both need to go now. I can’t believe you even have the nerve to still be here.”
My god, it is taking every ounce of strength in me to even show them this much energy. My desperation grows with every second that passes while the two of them stand around, looking at each other like they don’t have the first clue what to do. “I’mserious,” I grit out, pointing to the door the way I did before, when they ignored me.
“What the fuck is your problem? A couple of minutes ago, you were coming on my cock,” Easton grumbles.
His crude reminder only fans the flames of my shame and guilt. “That was a couple of minutes ago. This is now, and you have to go. I didn’t ask you here. You showed up uninvited. I don’t owe you a damn thing. Not even another minute of my time.”
Easton opens his mouth like he’s going to argue, but Preston touches a hand to his shoulder and shakes his head. “Don’t even bother,” he grunts, smirking at me. “We got what we wanted. I’m not interested in begging to spend time here.”
“Probably the first smart thing you’ve said today,” I mutter as I sink back on the bed while gratitude floods my system.
