Page 20 of Blindside

“Hollow your cheeks, baby.” She does as I say and Jesus Christ, it feels fucking amazing. The moment she cups my balls and moans around my dick, I moan so fucking loud.

“Fuck that’s hot.” I cut a glance to Saint to see him watching Katie bob up and down on my cock like a porn star. “Don’t fucking cum, Crue.” I grit my teeth and watch as he drops his towel and lines himself up with her entrance. I know the moment he begins to push inside her, she tenses and the vibrations from the moans coming out of her send shockwaves up my spine. “Fuck, you fit me so good, baby,” Saint grits out the moment he’s balls deep inside her.

“Hmmm,” comes from her as Saint begins to move. The moment he thrust hard inside her, she rips her mouth off my cock and screams out. Leaning forward I grip her chin and hold her in place never allowing her gaze to waiver from mine. Saint fucks her hard and fuck me, it’s the hottest sight I have ever seen—watching her eyes morph into a blissed-out state the harder he continues to fuck her. “I’m coming, Saint, don’t fucking stop!”

Before she can scream any louder, I force her mouth back to my cock and groan. “Saint, I’m not gonna last much longer,” I growl.

“Ahhhhh,” Katie screams out around me as she comes, shudders rolling through her entire body and fuck, it’s sexy to watch. I feel my balls begin to tighten as she begins to deep throat me.

“Yeah, baby, like that.” I see the strain on Saint’s face and know he’s close, I start thrusting into her mouth chasing my own release. Within a minute, Saint and I are both roaring out our release with her name on both our lips. I hold her head in place until she swallows every fucking drop of my cum, call me sick or whatever but I love knowing that I’m inside her at the same time Saint is.

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I sit in the chair next to the desk in the room and stare at Katie’s sleeping form. Saint is perched on the edge of the desk beside me. She never said a word to us after we fucked. She climbed off the bed, took another shower, then crawled into bed and fell asleep.

“Did you see her tattoo?” Saint whispers.

“Yeah.”

“No, I mean did you actually look at it, Crue?” Frowning I turn and look up at him with a brow raised prompting him to continue. “The tattoo hasusin it.” I reel back shaking my head.

“Bullshit.”

“Dude, the thing runs down half the side of her body, and onto one of her ass cheeks, believe me, I got a good look at her ass today.” The fucker sounds smug so I shove him.

“Whatever dick.”

“Crue, I’m serious.”

I run a hand through my hair and nod. “I know, but that changes nothing. She can tattoo my name on her pussy but it still—-”

'“Your name is on her ass.” I laugh expecting him to laugh along with me, except he doesn’t, and my eyes widen.

“Wait, you’re fucking serious?” He just nods. Fuck this. I’m on my feet in the next second and ripping the covers off her before straddling the back of her thighs. She wakes, screaming in fright, but I ignore her screams and use the grip I have on her hair to shove her face into the pillow to mute her while I use my other hand to lift her shirt.

Katie

I try to buck my hips to throw his heavy ass off but he doesn’t budge. “Why the fuck do you have our names tattooed on your ass?” Crue snarls. I try to turn my head but the grip he has on my neck keeps me in place.

“She can’t answer with her face stuffed in the pillow, bro,” Saint says.

“Oh,” is all Crue says before he releases me. I try to roll over but he still won’t get the fuck off my legs.

“Move!” Crue’s eyes harden as he stares at me. “I said move, Crue.” I enforce as much authority as I can into my tone. The bastard just pins me with a bored look and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Answer his question,” Saint interjects. I flick my gaze to him and scowl at the bastard.

“I got them as a reminder,” I finally admit after a moment. There’s a football field, football and each of their playing numbers as well as their names tattooed on my ass.

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to, Saint. It’s my body to do with as I please.” The smug prick crosses his arms over his chest and quirks a brow.

“Your body, huh?” The heat in his words has me trying to clench my thighs together but thanks to Crue, that’s not happening.

“She was born on December first,” he quietly whispers from behind me. He pushes my shirt up farther and inspects the tattoo, before I know it Saint is yanking my shirt off me and forcing me flat on the mattress so they can further inspect the ink themselves. The room is bathed in silence for a long while. I begin to drift back to sleep until I feel Crue’s fingertips trailing down my arm as he looks over every inch of my tattoo. “It’s a mural,” he whispers.

“What?”

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