Page 26 of Nine Inch Nasty
Delaney flips her hair and turns to unlock our door. “Lots of people are,” she says with a wink.
Fuck, I know I am.
Walking back into our dorm feels entirely too normal.
Leo stills in the middle of the room, staring at the window where his perch was for so long, then decidedly going towards it to peek out the window and make sure everything out there still looks the same. Maybe he’s feeling a bit trippy like I am, thinking that he imagined being freed, since the whole trip to Glittertopia— gods, now that I’m saying it, I feel really dumb for not guessing its truth earlier— was imagined and projected to all of us somehow. I don’t think I want to dive too deep into the magic that makes that possible, because…yikes.
Also, my mate is stripping and beelining it to the shower. That’s where I’m needed.
Since the shower isn’t quite big enough to fit everyone, it’s kind of a race to see who gets there first, and you better believe I’m going to be there. My brother promised to tongue fuck her, after all. We were first mates after Ash and Leo, but I don’t entirely think that Ash counts, so I like to think August and I have a bit of seniority here.
I chuck my clothes in one of the many laundry hampers we’ve got in our massive closet, consider burning them, and then decide it’s not even worth a contemplation right now when my mate needs me.
I’m only steps into the bathroom when Delaney’s arm shoots out to grab me and pull me in, already sitting on August’s face like the queen she is as he kneels in the shower, my dick poking her in the hip as I use the hands our good goddess gave me to palm Delaney’s chest. “Fuck I missed these. Being a cloud sucked.”
“Yeah, going to have to agree with that sentiment,” she huffs as she throws her head back, my brother’s tongue doing something good.
Fuck, it’s so tempting to try and slide into Delaney while my brother is there. Why the fuck do I want his tongue on me so bad? It’s got to be just because it’s so taboo, and so fucking filthy. I’m a dirty boy though.
Like he can read my mind, August’s eyes flash up to me, full of heat, and even though his face is buried in our mate’s cunt, I know he’s thinking similar things.
Probably best I take it out on Delaney, give her all the energy that’s building inside my chest before it blows up and incinerates all of us.
I suck her tongue into my mouth, grabbing her roughly by the back of the head, teeth clacking together, and then I start biting up and down her neck, using one of my hands to pinch at her nipples.
“C-can I uh, join you? Someone took the other sh-shower…”
We all freeze and look over at Wil, standing in the pretty large shower, naked, covering himself with his hands in an act of absurd modesty.
Delaney reaches for him, gripping onto his forearms while my brother works on getting her first orgasm out of her.
“You’re mine now, Wil. Wherever I am, you belong, too.”
He nods, then starts awkwardly washing his hair, eyeing my brother and my hungry dick with a loud, nervous swallow.
“Need a demonstration?” I ask him, pumping myself.
“I uh, don’t swing that way, sorry.”
I bark out a laugh. “Not what I meant, little brother. August, help me with our girl, would ya?”
Wil feels like that a little bit, like a little brother. He’s skinny and nerdy and awkward, but I know he had a crush on our curvy girl almost immediately upon meeting her. There hasn’t been a single interaction between them that’s rubbed me the wrong way, and I love how fucking nervous she makes him.
Time to have some fun.
August stands on somewhat shaky legs after kneeling and holding up Delaney for several minutes, not bothering to wash off his face before kissing her. Then he steps behind her and grabs her by the hips, and I help him get her legs apart so her perfect cunt is split open and dripping with need as the hot water sluices over all of us, trying to blind us. Nothing can deter me though from getting to where I want to be this instant.
“Oh, fuck,” Wil whispers, and I think that’s the first time I’ve heard him cuss.
“Slot A,” I say as I grab myself, “Slot B.” I grin like a maniac as I rub a hand over Delaney’s sopping entrance, her legs draped over my brother’s forearms.
Wil stumbles against the wall, subtly pinching himself to stop from coming already, eyes wide and face sweating as I shove myself balls deep into his new mate.
I have to work myself up onto my toes to reach her since August has her a bit high for me, but she looks so absurdly good like this that I don’t ask him to move her one inch.
When I pull out and slam back in, I can’t fight the compulsion to lean forward and meet my brother’s forehead over Delaney’s shoulder. Breathing the same air, I fuck him the only way I everwill, the only way I should want to, as I take our mate, trapping his fucking rock-hard cock between my thighs as I do.
“Every fucking time Delaney, I swear to fucking gods your body feels even better than I remember.”
