Page 20 of Nightmare

Atticus moves once inside me, slow and long, and a sound slips out before I can stop it.

Fuck.

His hand blocks my moans from spilling out, and he lowers himself down to cover me. “No moaning,” he warns in my ear. “If you let him hear you, I’ll stop.”

Not them. Him.

Andie whimpers then, and my pussy clenches around Atticus’s dick, my cheeks heating when I realize they’re both staring right at us. They’re on their knees now, him saying something in her ear from behind and squeezing her breasts through her dress.

“You wanna watch?” Atticus asks me, tilting his head at Andie. “I think she likes it.”

I can’t speak with his hand pressed tightly against my mouth, but yeah, I think so too. I can see how hot she is for this, her chest heaving with harsh breaths.

Taking my silence as a yes, he looks over at Trystan and glares. “Eyes off.”

Trystan chuckles darkly and goes back to kissing Andie’s neck, pulling her dress up over her ass while he uses his other hand to work on his jeans. I can tell the moment he enters her, because she cries out and tips her head back on his shoulder, lifting her arm to hold on to the back of his neck.

Damn, they look hot together.

I never would have pictured it before now, but now that I'm seeing it, I can’t look away.

Atticus’s fingertips are probably bruising my cheek as he grinds his cock into my pussy, all the while keeping his gaze locked on me. I can barely breathe, pulling just enough oxygen in through my nostrils to keep me conscious. It’s making me dizzy, but I love it. I love how rough and cruel he is. How possessive he is over me. My Atticus.

The way it’s supposed to be.

Just then, Andie screams, and I turn my head that way again, seeing Trystan pinching her bare nipple and playing with her clit as he fucks into her from behind. I curse and grab Atticus’s ass, rubbing myself on him, wanting to come at the same time she does.

“Filthy little girl,” he teases. “You like watching your best friends fuck?”

I mumble a yes beneath his palm, and he pushes down on my mouth harder in warning. I run my hands up his back and drag my nails down as payback, slow but deep. It makes him groan and fuck me harder, just like I wanted.

Andie sounds like she’s coming, and Atticus makes sure I’m right there with her, my arms and legs tightening around his body as I shiver and shake beneath him.

“Fuck yes. Squeeze it out of me, baby,” he rasps quietly, just for me. “I’m gonna fill you up with so much cum. All night. I’m gonna fuck you every time my dick gets hard again.”

Unable to respond to that, I just lie here and jerk at the aftershocks. Our bodies are pressed tightly together as he spills his release into my pussy. Once he’s done, he finally lets go of my mouth and pulls out to lie on his left side, blocking me from Trystan’s view. I feel Atticus moving, but I’m not sure what he’s doing. I’m suddenly too tired to care. But then I feel something cold and hard pushing into my pussy, and I’m back on high alert.

“What is that?”

“Shh,” he whispers. “Stop talking and show me your hole.”

Jesus Christ.

He’s got a fucking butt plug—probably the one from my dresser—the sneaky prick.

He gives me an amused look that says I’m waiting, and I take a deep breath, reaching down beneath my legs to spread my ass cheeks for him.

“Wider.”

I feel the cold air hitting my asshole, and it makes me shiver in anticipation. He slides the silver plug in and out of my pussy a few more times, coating it with his cum. Then he moves it down to my ass, twisting it around to prepare me. Once I’m ready, he gently pushes it inside, and I gasp, squirming a little at the feeling. It’s been so long since I had anything in there. I got myself off more times than I can count when he was in prison, but never with anything more than my fingers in my pussy. Not because I didn’t want to fuck myself with my vibrator, but because he has this weird love-hate relationship with it and the rest of my toys. He loves using them on me, but I know he wouldn’t like it if I used them on myself without him there. I shouldn’t have cared, but I’m stupid and I did.

I’ve always been stupid for him.

His eyes lock in on mine like he knows exactly what I’m thinking about, and then he’s over me again, roughly shoving two fingers inside me. “If I find out you’ve had a dick in here that isn’t mine…” he warns, pushing down on my walls and nudging the plug. “I don’t give a shit if it was plastic. I’ll rip this little pussy apart and make you bleed.”

I grin up at him, laughing when it just makes him madder. “I guess you’ll never know.”

He growls and kisses me, sucking on my bottom lip so hard I’m sure he’s leaving a mark, his teeth denting my skin.

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