Page 26 of Give Me What I Want

I knelt on the bed, climbing between her legs. She widened them, and I knocked her thighs even further apart with my own. Cole jabbed the remote to the sound system again, skipping songs and turning the volume up. And then I was pushing my way inside her. Inch by inch, too fast and too slow all at once. She hugged my shaft. I stared down at the place where our bodies met, mesmerised by the way she stretched around me. My breath caught in my lungs as I drove deeper. When my pelvis met hers, I fell forward, my head pressing to Cole’s lower back as I squeezed my eyes shut and attempted to breathe.

Nothing in my life had ever felt this fucking perfect. No pussy, ass, mouth, anything. This girl. She gripped my cock and sent my head spinning.

“You good, Top Gun?” Ronan asked, barking a laugh, and the breath I had been struggling to suck in rushed into my lungs.

I hated being called that, and Ronan fucking knew it.

“Fuck you, Ro,” I snarled, every fucked-up emotion leaving my body as I let hot fury burn through me and drive me on. I braced myself, my knuckles slamming into the mattress on either side of Bea’s waist. My head lifted, I pulled out, then slammed so deep inside her cunt that she shrieked around Cole’s cock. He backed up, colliding with me for a moment until I shoved him forward, forcing him back into her throat and making her gurgle as I began to fuck her hard and deep until her pussy starting tightened around me. My tongue darted out, wetting my lips as my face split into a satisfied smirk. She pulsed, walls gripping and releasing, and then Cole was backing up again.

“Holy shit.” He climbed off of her, and my name fell from her lips in a desperate cry. I dove on her, my mouth colliding with hers as she came.

The moment our lips crashed into each other’s, I softened. Kissing her passionately, slowly. I flattened my body against hers, my fingers sliding up the bed, cupping her face as my elbows supported my weight, stopping me from crushing her.

I was lost and found.

Drowning and coming up for air.

Completely and utterly fucked.

This would be our first time, but it wouldn’t be our last. I knew that now. Fuck. I knew it from the moment I stepped into this room. I should have pulled out of her. Stopped kissing her and walked out.

We shouldn’t be doing this.

But I was still pumping inside her, shallow thrusts that had her groaning into my mouth. My own willpower couldn’t drag me away from her now.

Cole grunted beside me, making me finally break apart from Bea, twisting my head to see him still videoing as he jerked himself off, my phone shaking as his face contorted, twisted as though he might…

“Not yet, boo,” I said, my voice hoarse.

“I’m gonna…” He grunted again, his fist moving faster over his swollen cock.

“Wait,” I commanded, then looked at Bea. “Where do you want him?”

Her gaze darted between mine and Cole’s, and then she was shoving me off of her. I rolled onto my back and watched her climb on top of Cole, sliding down hard onto his cock.

He malfunctioned.

A strangled noise left him as he dropped my phone, grabbed her hips, and threw his head back. It didn’t take a genius to work out what had happened.

Pleased with that outcome, I smiled happily and stroked myself, waiting for Cole to release our bandmate and allow her to climb on top of me next.

She slipped off of him, wincing as cum dripped from her pussy. It dripped for only a second before I was dragging her onto my lap and plugging her with my cock.

She gasped, then laughed, and I tensed, inhaling through my nose as she soaked me, forcing my best friend’s cum out of her pussy, coating my balls as she laughed even harder.

“I’m sorry,” she said between giggles, and I couldn’t help myself. I laughed too, then leaned back, relaxing beneath her.

“You better make it up to me.”

“Oh, she will,” Ronan said, and I tensed again, seeing him come up behind her, his chin resting on the top of her head.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I growled, my smile vanishing.

“Whatever the hell I want,” he said with a grin. “Get riding, Queenie. Oh, and bend over, I want to see if you can take more.”

“More?” she squeaked. Then her eyes bulged, and her jaw dropped.

I felt the cold drip of what I could only guess was lube running down the underside of my shaft as she leaned forward. I wasn’t sure if it was of her own accord or because Ronan was guiding her, but I didn’t like it.

---