Page 34 of The Hallows Boys

Confusion washes over me at what I hear; I can’t pinpoint what’s happening well enough to paint a good mental picture. Sounds of wet hands slapping skin, sliding along it, almost like someone’s getting a massage.

I hear groans then – moans and noises of pleasure from two different people. My stomach flares once again, the push and pull from my arousal making me feel unstable, unbalanced, and on the edge of an anxiety attack.

The lights flash on, blinding me from the abruptness momentarily, and when my eyes finally focus again, my mouth drops open wide at what my gaze lands on in front of me.

The entire room is illuminated by ceiling lights, ones you would find in a hospital or school, and my head throbs from the sudden brightness after being in the dark for so long.

Beckham is on all fours on the floor, about four feet from where I’m laid on the bed, and he moans loudly as Vinny flexes his hips to slide inside his ass from behind. My eyes burn from the light, but I can’t look away. I don’t blink, unwilling to miss even a millisecond of what they’re doing.

The muscles in Vinny’s forearms are bulging at how hard he’s gripping Beckham’s hips, all the veins popping out and flexing as he thrusts. He pulls his hips back slowly, his thick cock sliding out of Beckham almost completely before he pushes back in. It’s torturous, how slow he’s moving, and my pussy clenches as I watch the spot where they connect.

Vinny’s hands squeeze Beckham’s flesh hard as he pumps his hips a little faster, his head dropping back so he can moan into the air. Beckham yells, moaning so loud that I can feel it ricochet around in my chest when I swallow, almost as if he can’t control the volume of his voice. Like the pleasure and ecstasy are too much that he has to yell. My clit throbs, my panties soaking through to my pants as more arousal leaks from me.

Neither of them look at me, almost as if I’m behind a two-way mirror and they can’t see me. It’s as if I don’t exist. They just fuck recklessly and without shame. Vinny bucks harder, slamming in and out of his friend without restraint now, his hips smacking Beckham’s tight ass on every jackhammer.

I can’t fucking take it.

I can’t fucking breathe.

I can’t handle it.

I need them. I need to touch them. I need Vinny to fuck me like that. I need Beckham to fuck me while his friend fucks him.

“Beckham…” I moan, so hungry and desperate for release that I don’t care how needy I sound. I want him to look at me, connect his gaze with mine so I can see the pleasure passing through his eyes. But he acts as if he can’t hear me, just staying on his hands and knees on the floor.

“Vinny!” I yell next, my throat so dry that his name comes out hoarse and cracked.

He doesn’t look at me either though, just continues thrusting, slapping a flat palm against Beckham’s ass cheeks in chaotic bliss. He groans passionately, Beckham’s name slipping from his lips a few times.

Vinny bends himself over his friend, reaching underneath them to grip Beckham’s cock in his fist as he rides him, and something inside of me cracks and blisters from the overwhelming yearn inside my core.

Something else inside of me clicks though, making my gaze move from the two boys fucking next to me. I look around the room for the third Hallows Boy – Kaiden. Kaiden will fuck me. He’ll touch me, pleasure me while Vinny and Beckham fuck on the floor, right?

I find him standing at the edge of the door frame, leaning against the wall. His gaze is cemented on the show in front of us, his cock hard and bulging in the front of his jeans. His arms are crossed over his chest, all the muscles flexed like he’s gripping onto himself to stay standing, his throat bobbing as he swallows through his restraint.

“Kaiden,” I say, trying to get his attention.

But he ignores me as well, as if I’m not here at all.

The backs of my eyes lick with unshed tears and my face grows hot with anger and denial. “Please, someone fucking look at me!”

Lust and desire fog my mind as I move my gaze back to Beckham and Vinny and seeing them fallen so deep into their pleasure has me moaning out loud. Beckham cries out, dropping his head to the ground. “Harder, Vinny.”

Vinny pumps his hips harder, smacking against Beckham’s ass so powerfully that the sound echoes through the entire room.

Beckham grips the hand Vinny has on his dick, squeezing it tight and rough as he starts to come – ropes of his cum shooting from his cock as his orgasm climbs.

He yells out his pleasure as he coats the floor with his seed, and Vinny pounds into him harder, chasing his own release as well.

Beckham goes boneless and breathless, his back sagging inward as his climax subsides. “Come in my ass, Vin. Fill me up.”

It’s as if Beckham’s words set him off, because Vinny’s face contorts as his orgasm hits him. He smacks his palms down on Beckham’s ass cheeks as he comes, his head thrown back in mindless ecstasy and bliss while he pounds into Beckham.

I don’t get the chance to see Vinny pull from Beckham’s ass though, because Kaiden flips the light switch and the room is cloaked in darkness once again. I ball my fists, my teeth gritting so hard they might crack. My breathing is unsteady, making me feel lightheaded and certifiably insane with every shallow breath.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I clench every muscle in my body as hard as I can to try and rip free from the ropes. But it’s useless, because whatever Houdini shit I think I’ll be able to pull off is one big joke. They’re clearly better at this than I am, and I’m completely secured. I just end up burning the skin of my wrists with the powerful yank.

I growl in the back of my throat as aggravation simmers inside of me. I feel like my mental state and sanity are slipping, like I’m going to go absolutely insane. I feel fucking unstable. They’re playing twisted, fucked up games with me andit’s working.

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