Page 3 of The Hate We Breathe
The need coiled inside of my skin along with the knowledge that we’re not alone has awareness prickling along every nerve ending. I never considered myself as an exhibitionist, but these men bring out another side of me. I don’t hate it… just like I don’t hate them. Perhaps, I never did.
“You have to be quiet, Prep Girl,” Gio warns me as he reaches down and shoves the straps of my gown over my shoulders and down. I struggle for a moment, needing my arms to be free and unbound if we’re going to do this.
As if he knows that keeping me pinned in place is the exact opposite of what I need right now, he helps me and when my hands are free and sunk into his hair, he shoves the front of my dress down beneath my tits and cups them in both hands. He squeezes roughly, eliciting a sharp inhalation at the same moment that Lex pulls my panties to the side again and dips his head, licking a path straight up my core.
A cry erupts from my throat and is quickly muffled by Gio’s mouth on mine. Lex devours me like a starving man, lips and tongue moving in a symphony of pleasure as he sucks my clit into his mouth and laves it with his tongue. Juices slide down the crack of my ass as he eats at me and Gio pinches my nipples. The sharp addition of pain slices into me, but doesn’t detract from Lex’s ministrations between my legs.
Unwilling to let myself just lie back and take it, I bite at Gio’s lips, taking his lower one between my teeth and stretching it until he has to swallow back a groan that vibrates within his chest. I can feel the hard swell of his cock beneath me and my mouth waters with the desire to take it between my lips, to suck and lick the salty taste of him around the piercings that decorate his dick.
“Bad, bad Prep Girl,” Gio says, panting as he scolds me lightly when I’ve released his lip. The smile that spreads across my face makes my cheeks ache.
Lex adds a finger back into my core and I jerk, blinking as my thighs contract around his head. Gio rolls one nipple between a thumb and forefinger and I close my eyes, needing to distance myself from both the sight and feel of them—in me, all around me—or else I’ll come too soon. Hissing out a breath as Lex withdraws his hand and then two fingers are thrusting back into me. My hips jolt upward only to be shoved back down as he pins me to the bench seat and dives into my pussy.
“Look at that, Jules,” Gio whispers. “You’ve got him so addicted to that pretty, juicy pussy of yours that he’s drowning in it. Are you giving him enough, sweetheart? Do we need to make you wetter to satiate his desire?”
I honestly don’t think it’s physically possible for them to make me wetter than I already am, but I don’t say as much. Gio and Lex, I suspect, would take that denial as a challenge and I’m almost afraid of throwing that gauntlet down.
So, instead, I relax back against him and bite back moan after moan as Lex fucks me with his hand and licks at my clit until it’s pulsing to the beat of my need. Panting and sweating, I sink my nails into Gio’s forearms, needing something to ground me to the moment as black and white dots dance across my vision. A whimper slides up my throat and I reach up, gripping the backof Gio’s neck, and yank him down as I crest the hill of my first orgasm.
His lips collide with mine, stifling the sound of amusement he makes. I’m too lost to the sensations to give a fuck at the moment. I take his mouth, shoving my tongue against his, and share the taste of my own cunt still lingering on my tongue. There’s no mistaking Gio’s low groan. Viks has to hear it and so, too, does Nolan.
Their voices, however, don’t even hesitate, the conversation Nolan had begun at the start of this still going strong even as the music from the radio tries to mask all of the other noises we’re making. I rock my hips against Lex’s face, drawing out the orgasm with sharp jerks and whimpers.
Lex’s fingers slowly pull out of my channel and move down. My lips part on a shocked gasp and Gio dives in, sliding his tongue over mine as he reaches up and cups my breasts again, squeezing them hard as one of the soaked digits from Lex’s hand penetrates my ass.
The orgasm ratchets up higher, sending me into the stratosphere. The sounds that erupt from me are base and animalistic. I cry and gasp and moan and Gio steals it all away. I can’t even bother to give a shit that we’re likely making things very uncomfortable for the men in the front seats. Lex’s finger in my ass curls and stars explode behind my eyelids.
Several seconds later, as the orgasm finally wanes, I blink my eyes open as Lex gently moves back and his wandering digit retreats from my dark hole. He takes my skirts and rearranges them into some semblance of coverage. Gio nudges my arms down and helps to slide the straps back into place, lifting the front of the dress to cover my still heaving breasts.
Unable to do much in the way of help, I let the two of them fix me up and position me until I’m seated up once more, pressed between the two of them. Lex reaches over into the middle seatand a moment later, the sound of a bottle cracking open has me curiously peering over to see what he’s doing. Hand sanitizer. Heat blossoms in my cheeks and I sit back quickly, much to Gio’s amusement.
The chuckle that rumbles against my ear is both soothing and annoying. I jab him in the side, but all that accomplishes is making his chuckle more audible.
“Prep Girl, you can’t blame?—”
“Shut. Up,” I hiss, cutting him off. I shoot a quick look up front, but Viks already heard and if the single raised brow aimed my way in the rearview mirror is anything to go by, he knows exactly what we just did in the back of his car.Fuck me.
I sink farther into the seat as Gio swings one arm around my shoulders and shifts me closer, half in his lap as the van veers onto the main highway that’ll take us the rest of the way home. Lex finishes cleaning his hands and sits back, reaching for my hand and taking my fingers once more.
With no other option, I simply try to push the thought that Viks heard two of my boyfriends make me come so hard that I nearly passed out to the back of my mind. To my surprise, it’s not that hard. Maybe it was the orgasm or maybe it’s feeling safe for the first time in weeks, but as the repetitive thump and roll of tires over pavement become the primary sound aside from the soft radio tunes, I find myself sinking deeper and deeper into Gio’s side as my hand grows increasingly limp in Lex’s.
Exhaustion overwhelms me and darkness creeps in. Lex bends and presses a kiss to my temple. “Go to sleep, baby,” he whispers. “We’ve got you and we’ll still be here when you wake.”
Those must be the magic words, because no sooner has the last syllable left his lips than I’m shutting my eyes and letting myself disappear into the comforting oblivion of sleep.
2
NOLAN
The look I give both of the men exiting the back of the van outside of Lex’s house a little over an hour after we left the city would kill both of them if it had a gun. The fact that it’s met with Gio’s smirk only irritates me further. I’m self-aware enough to know that my annoyance comes from the spike of jealousy eating at my insides. I wanted to be with Juliet too, damn it. I’d missed her as much as those two fuckers.
Lex is the last out of the back seat, lifting a still half-asleep Juliet out to Gio’s arms. Gio takes her, hefting her into a bridal hold while Juliet nuzzles against his throat and chest sleepily. My hands clench into fists as the urge to rip her away to get her to myself nudges at me, but I resist. It’s clear that she’s exhausted, her hands practically hanging over Gio’s shoulders and neck limply as she snoozes.
How long has it been since she was able to sleep and feel safe at the same time?
Gio waits until Lex is out of the car before he starts up the path to the front door. I watch them go with no small amount of relief and hope. Idiots. We were such idiots to let her go. Insecure jackasses. If I’d taken a single second to actually thinkabout the words coming out of her mouth, I’d have realized the lies that they were.
Instead, we had let our own self-doubt make the decisions. Even if I’d never given voice to the thoughts, they had still been there, at the back of my mind.
