Page 8 of When Autumn Arrives

“Thea?” he said, squinting to get a better look.

“Hendrix,” I moaned, making eye contact through the video.

“Fuck, are you naked?” He groaned as a car door slammed, and the scenery changed. He was in his truck now, clearing his throat as he shifted to get comfortable.

I gasped when Parker slid a finger into my pussy. “Uh-huh.”

“Hen,” Parker said, his voice strained. “She’s soaked.”

Hendrix glanced out of the window of his car, the muscle in his jaw clenching. He was contemplating giving in, but I knew him well enough to know he wasn’t a forgiving person. I’d have to grovel to earn his trust back.

“Hen,” I said through bated breaths. It got his attention, and he turned back to me. “Please. I’m sorry. Show me you can forgive me.”

“You want forgiveness, kitten?” The endearment rolled off his tongue with a touch of venom that shot a thrill through my bones. “Beg for it.”

“Please,” I groaned as Parker began pumping the single finger inside of me.

“Don’t let her come until she’s crying and begging for my mercy,” Hendrix snapped at Parker.

The heel of Parker’s hand grazed my clit, and I squirmed to get more friction. He pulled away, before it could relieve the ache inside of my core. He was fingering me, but I still felt so empty.

“You’re sorry, Thea?” Hendrix asked. “Get on your knees and take Parker’s cock like the dirty slut you are.”

The phone dropped from my hand as I fell to the floor in front of Parker. “Pick it up,” Hendrix barked. “Hand it to Parker.”

Parker pulled the wet strands of my hair from around my face, bunching it into a ponytail. He yanked my head toward the jutting hardness of his cock and swiped the phone from my hand. I gazed up at him, at Hendrix, through the lens of the camera, and teased him with a slow flick of my tongue to the head of Parker’s erection.

“Bruise her throat. I want to see tears dripping down. I want to hear her struggling to take you.”

Parker let out a growl of satisfaction while I squeezed my legs together in anticipation.

“That’s what you want, Thea, isn’t it? For us to use you, fill all of your filthy holes?” Hendrix called through the phone.

I nodded, taking Parker inside of my mouth another inch. Hendrix and I hadn’t had sex nearly as much as me and Parker. Before it made me self conscious. Did he not find me as attractive? Did he like having sex with Parker alone more than he liked the group activity or even with just me? Now I understood. He liked control. He preferred to watch and direct. He was enjoying this just as much as we were. Maybe even more.

“Tell her what you see, Park,” Hendrix said.

Parker tore his gaze from me and onto the camera. He moaned, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. “He’s fucking his hand. He’s so hard, nabi.”

I opened, taking him deeper inside of my mouth. My clit tingled, desperate to be rubbed, but something told me if I attempted to come, Hendrix would stop this game of ours. I didn’t want it to end.

Parker’s grip in my hair tightened. He pushed my mouth down further, until I was gagging around him, and the guttural sounds leaving him made me drip with arousal. He grunted, pulling me off him by the hair, then sinking me back down to the hilt.

“Fuck, the way her throat closes making her even tighter. Not gonna last long,” he said.

“Swallow him, kitten. Take all of his come like the dirty whore you are.”

I nodded, closing my eyes as tears fell down my cheeks. Parker continued to thrust hard and unrelenting, exactly how Hendrix wanted, and then he was keeling over, and warm liquid coated the back of my throat.

“Parker?” Hendrix called, his tone void of emotion.

“Hmm?” Parker asked, the phone dropping from his hand and onto the floor.

“Don’t let her come.”

Then he hung up before Parker and I could respond. Parker slid out of my mouth, and I sagged against the cabinet, a groan of protest leaving me. He chuckled, letting the hair he’d been holding fall. “Come on, let's get you cleaned up.”

Chapter six

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