Page 178 of Wanna Play A Game?
“Come out.”
I elbow my way out. The one holding my hair doesn’t let up. He pulls me into a kneeling position and tilts my head back so far I’m staring at the ceiling. He lets out a heady groan, running his nose up the column of my neck. I can’t see the other two, but I hear one right in front of me, then silence.
I try to look, but there’s a sharp jerk on my scalp. Fingers brush across my throat.
“So delicate.”
“Such a pretty thing.”
“Mine.”
The voices come from all over. I try to swallow. My body tingles with excitement, and my pussy is wet already.
“Did you miss us, Cali?” the voice growls in my ear.
“No.”
Another sharp tug. “Lying only gets you punished more.”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Mmmm. She wants this.” Suddenly, the hand in my hair is gone, and there’s a hand around my throat, lifting me up and throwing me on the bed.
“Why don’t you show us how much you missed us?”
I glance at them surrounding the bed. In the dark, I still can’t tell them apart, but the one on the right sounds like Sawyer.
Adrenaline courses through me, and I do something totally stupid that makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever been.
“I missed you this much.” I hold out both my middle fingers with a tiny space in between them.
The guy at the foot of the bed rips his mask off and lunges for me. It’s Miles. He grabs me around the waist, lifting me up and slamming me against the wall. He cushions my head against his hand, keeping it from hitting the wall. Miles growls, “Oh, I love it when you play.”
In a matter of a few brutal yanks, my new clothes are shredded off. Miles yanks his pants down, and his hands are immaturely all over my breasts. He groans, gripping them tightly, sending pleasure straight down to my pussy.
“Wrap your legs around me.”
“Fuck you.”
There’s a dark chuckle, and he leans down, biting my neck hard.
I scream, automatically wrapping my legs around him. My clit presses against him, and I groan. I missed this. Needed this. Needed them like I needed my next drink, only worse.
“What was that? Are you being a needy whore?” Sawyer comes around to the side of the bed, his mask abandoned. “Groan for me again, whore. I want to see those pretty little lips sing.”
Miles adjusts himself and thrusts inside me in a violent motion. I scream from the intrusion, stiffening.
“Yes,” Sawyer says, gripping his dick. “Fucking gorgeous. Do it again.”
Miles pulls back, then slams into me again. I grunt, my body stretching to take him.
“Jesus Cali…you’re soaked,” Miles says.
All I can do is moan as I clench around his length. It feels like forever since I’ve had this, and I’m already floating in pleasure. My clit rubs against him in this position, bumping every time he moves.
Miles must notice, ducking his head to look into my eyes. “Do you remember the rules, pretty girl? You don’t get to come unless those eyes are on mine.”
He flexes into me. Oh god, I want to come already.
