Page 59 of Give Me What I Want

“Fuck, baby, relax. You can take it. Come on, love. Take us,” Mav whispered, pushing himself inside her.

She scrunched her face up, then blew out a slow breath as Mav groaned happily.

“Good girl. Oh, fuck. Good fucking girl.” His voice was low and desperate, the words barely audible as he bottomed out.

“She’s such a good girl,” Ronan agreed, as Jordan joined in.

“She takes you two so well. Beatrix…”

She turned her head, opening her eyes to look at him. “Put on a good show for me, beautiful, and I’ll come all over your pretty little tits.”

“These pretty tits?” I asked, slipping my hand between her and Ro to toy with her breast, squeezing, then rubbing my thumb over her nipple, flicking the barbell and tugging it, making her moan even louder.

“Yeah, those. You want my cum, Bea?”

“Yes, fuck, yes,” she panted, then she was crying out, her head flying back as the other two began to fuck her, meeting each other thrust for thrust.

Continuing to play with her nipple, I felt myself growing hard again. I had no idea that I had it in me, I thought that I was done, entirely fucking done after one. I hadn’t managed anything like this in years, not since college.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t,” she cried. Her knuckles were turning white as she gripped the sheets, and I could’ve sworn I heard the satin rip.

“Yes, you can, baby. You’re doing it, you can handle it, just a little more.” Mav drove into her ass, once, twice, three more times, then shouted his release, throwing his head back and squeezing her hips so hard that he left white finger marks on her skin.

“Holy shit.” Bea’s head dropped, burying it in Ro’s neck. She screamed against his skin, then bit down. He grabbed her waist, screaming his own release as he held her tight.

“Jordan.” She called his name, demanding his presence, and he climbed onto the bed. I made room for him, and Mav leaned forward and slipped his hands under her armpits, pulling her upright, and holding her trembling body in place, their cocks still deep inside her overfilled holes.

“Come for me. Now,” she commanded, then she started to whisper, her eyes locked on his cock as he pumped his fist faster. “I need it, I need it, right fucking now.”

Jordan’s pace picked up a fraction, and then his shoulders tensed, his back turned rigid, and he was coming, spraying white ropes all up over her perfect pierced-and-tattooed tits, decorating them further.

“Mmm,” she hummed happily, staring down at her own body, then quietly asked Mav to put her down.

He pulled out of her ass, making her wince, then laid her down on the bed.

“I need a shower,” she said sleepily, and we all nodded in agreement.

“In a minute, let’s have a snuggle first,” I suggested.

Ro grumbled something about not wanting to touch Jord’s cum, but when I pointed out that he had fucked mine into her, let Mav’s drip all over him, and that we would go and wash up soon, he stopped, giving in and pulling Bea in for a cuddle.

I closed my eyes as I reached over Ro and stroked Bea’s back, but when I opened them a minute or two later, something felt wrong. Peering around the room, it hit me.

Jordan had gone. Snuck out the very first moment he could, and my heart stuttered. I couldn’t work out if that was good or bad, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to know.

“I’m gonna go find him,” I muttered to no one in particular, then pulled on a pair of discarded boxers, not caring whose they were, and went to hunt him down.

“Bro?” I called softly as I reached his bunk. “Yo, Jord.” Nothing.

I went to the front door, cracking it open just enough to peek outside, and found him leaning against the side of the bus, smoke in hand, jeans already back on. Something about the speed in which he had managed it bothered me, and I wondered if he was treating her, us, like one of his usual girls.

It pissed me off, she deserved better.

She deserved the affection and care that the rest of us gave her, and for some reason, I felt betrayed. It hurt me that he could treat her that way. Before I could change my mind and go outside to check on him or give him any of my kindness, I closed the door and went to the bathroom, switched on the shower, and then hunted down some fresh, fluffy towels for the rest of us.

Cramped in the small space, we cleaned Bea up first, then took turns squeezing under the warm spray to clean ourselves, and once we had freshened up, we curled up in bed, put on Mav’s chill time playlist, and drifted off to sleep.

Jordan never came back to the bedroom.

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