Page 84 of Give Me What I Want

Cole tugged hard and Ro smirked, tossing his belt across the lounge. “Such a brat.”

“Don’t call me that,” I snapped, trying to pull away from Cole, but to my surprise, he held on tight, unzipped his trousers, and slammed inside me, launching me forward, hips smashing into the arm of the sofa, a yelp escaping me as he seated himself deep in my pussy and laughed.

“Cole,” Ro purred, sounding impressed as my drummer began to slowly move, gentle but deep. “I didn’t think you were the type to be so forceful.”

“I told you I could handle her in her moods,” Cole said to him, and then he was speaking to me. “I want you in every form, gorgeous. The good and the bad moods. You don’t have to hold back with me.”

I had been, I had only really sought out Cole when I was happy, sharing my joy with him, having the kind of sex where you laugh part way through and it only adds to the moment.

“Then don’t hold back with her,” Mav said, coming to stand beside Ro. “Fuck her, harder, faster, perfect, that’s it.”

Cole followed his commands.

“Is he fucking that attitude out of you, baby?”

I tried to nod, but Cole still held my hair, arching my back in a way that made it impossible to do anything but hold on to the cushion for dear life and scream his name until I came all over his cock.

He pulled out as I spasmed around him, soaking him, and dropped to his knees behind me. He parted my cheeks, ran his tongue from my clit to ass, then guided me off of the sofa. He laid down on the floor, his head on the faded beige and blue patterned rug, “Sit on my face. I’m not done with you yet.”

I did as I was told, straddling him and sucking in a breath as his ‘tache tickled me. Shit, I was fucking obsessed with how that felt. Then I sat, dropping all of my weight down onto his face, and began to grind.

His arms locked around my thighs, keeping me in place on his gorgeous face. He licked and sucked until I was whimpering his name, begging to come. Then Ro was in front of me, his feet planted on either side of Cole’s head as he released his cock from his trousers and pressed the tip between my lips. I opened gladly for him, then clamped closed once he had pushed himself into my throat.

He hissed and tried to move. In or out, it didn’t matter. He just needed to move. But he had called me a brat, and although Cole might have fucked a little of my attitude away, it wasn’t enough. So I clamped harder, not biting, but getting dangerously close.

I looked up at him, wide-eyed innocence on my cock-stuffed face. Then relaxed my jaw as Cole pushed me closer to the edge.

“That’s it, Cole. Make her come,” Ro praised as he thrust in and out of my mouth, fucking me with a determined look on his face.

Cole knew how to make me come, but he held off, just for a moment, helping me to play my little game. I clamped down again, making Ro spit a curse my way, then practically choked as Cole switched teams and sent me soaring over a goddamn cliff, my orgasm ripping through me out of nowhere and allowing Ronan to fill my throat with his thick shaft once more.

My drummer slipped out from underneath me. My legs shook without his support, but then warmer hands were replacing his, tugging me onto all fours as Ro smoothly moved with me, dropping to his knees, cock still in my mouth, and then Mav was filling me from behind, pounding into my quivering pussy and bruising my hips as he dragged me to a place that felt like fucking heaven. I was coming apart for him within minutes, his cock striking me so deep, so hard, that I saw stars and didn’t even care that Ronan was still taking my mouth like he fucking owned it.

Mav kept going, his pace picking up, and then he was grunting, body tensing, fingers gripping as he filled my pussy with cum, pulled out, and collapsed on the floor beside me.

Before I could straighten up, release Ro, anything, another cock was inside me.

Cole.

He fucked his best friend’s cum into my pussy as he drew himself closer to his own release, his fingers fell to the same spots that Mav had bruised, and he held me tight as he fucked me, pushing me forward onto Ro, forcing me to take him with each desperate thrust.

And just as my legs began to grow weak and my arms could barely hold myself up anymore, they both came. Roaring my name as cum shot into my pussy and mouth. I gurgled around Ro’s cock as he refused to pull out, cum spluttering from my lips, dribbling onto the rug just as Cole pulled out of me.

I was a mess. Our rug was a mess. And Ronan, he was smug as shit as he slowly backed up, leaving strings of cum hanging from my tongue as it followed. I licked his tip, making him shudder, then grinned, knowing full well that my face—smudged makeup around my watery eyes, chin covered in him—would be an image he’d want to treasure forever.

I may have been pissed at his little comment, but fuck, the way they had all just made me feel, like the most important thing in the world to them, like they needed me more than they needed air to breathe, was worth it.

“I love you,” Ro whispered as he looked down at me and cupped my wet chin.

“No you don’t,” I whispered back, kneeling before him, my body tired. Sore.

“I do,” he argued, his brows knitting together irritably.

“Do not.”

“Do,” he insisted.

“Like family, right?”

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