Page 47 of A Hurt So Good

Slowly, she sits up and glances over at us. The three of us share a glance quickly before we all move. Arya raises her hand to stop us, and we all stop.

“None of you have ever kissed me,” she says softly. She’s right. We haven’t. And just as dad said, he taught us not to until we knew for sure. That we knew she was what we wanted.

Without giving her a chance to think any further, I move. I grab her around the back of her neck and gently press my lips to hers. Arya doesn’t move at first, allowing me to explore her mouth with mine. But then something changes and she starts to kiss me back. But just as we start getting into it, she’s yanked away from me by Denz. I turn my head and watch as he crashes his lips to hers. He shoves his tongue in her mouth and deepens their kiss. And just like Denz to me, War does the same to him. He jerks her around and devours her mouth with his.

This is us. This is us claiming the girl we don’t plan to let go of. This is us giving her more than we’ve ever given anyone else.

When War is done nipping at her lips, Arya sits back and looks between us. Her cheeks are red, her lips swollen from all the kissing. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as her gaze dances between ours.

“Who is going to make me come after that?” she asks. We all chuckle when I grab her off the desk and lift her in my arms. I walk back over to the couch and sit down with her on my lap. Then I sink my hand under her t-shirt and find her naked pussy waiting to be touched. I dip a finger inside her, and she moans, arching her back. The other two join us, Denz getting on his knees in front of us and spreading her legs wide. I pull my hand free and move them to her breasts, tugging and pulling on her nipples. She arches her back more while Denz gets to work with his tongue. Her head turns as War pulls his cock out and begins stroking it. She watches for a moment before motioning for him to come to her.

War walks over and stands next to the couch when she leans her head over and takes him in her mouth, pulling him deep. We all get some sort of pleasure out of this.

Arya sucks hard, moaning around his cock while Denz licks her pussy. I lean in and nip at her neck, and she groans louder. This goes on until her lips pop free from War, and she cries out her orgasm. Her body is tight, her back bowed as she lets go of everything she’s been holding in. Her legs shake when Denz stands and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.

“How’s that?”

“You guys are too good,” she tells us. The three of us laugh as I cuddle her against my chest while she catches her breath.

“What do you guys have planned for today?” she asks, adjusting herself on my lap.

“I don’t have anything to do,” I say.

“I have to go talk to the school about Sasha and her grades. She’s failing one of her classes,” Denz tells us.

“Which one?” she asks.

“Math.” Arya groans.

“I hated math in school. You want me to go with you?” she asks through a yawn. I chuckle, but Denz shakes his head.

“I think you need a nap.”

“I was thinking about that,” she adds.

“I’m going to the gym for a while. Where are we meeting up tonight?” War asks as he cracks his neck from side to side.

“I’m staying home tonight. I need to get some work done on your dad’s website,” Arya chimes in.

“Yeah, I think I’m going home and talk with Sasha about her grades when I get done,” Denz tells us.

“What about you?” Arya asks, looking over her shoulder at me.

“I’m hanging out with you if you don’t mind.” She gives me a breathtaking smile and shakes her head.

“No. I don’t mind.” I lean down and press my lips to hers quickly, and her smile gets bigger.

“Well, I need to go. I don’t want to be late,” Denz says as he stands and walks over, dropping a kiss on her lips before he goes. War does the same before he leaves and then there’s just me and her.

“I should get some work done,” she says.

“So you don’t want to ride my cock?” She wiggles in my arms before climbing out of my lap.

“As much as I’d love to, I mean it. I promised your dad I would have his website ready for tomorrow.” I nod my head as Arya holds her hand out to me. I reach up and slide mine into hers, standing from the couch. We walk out of the library together and down the hall toward her room when we spot her mom. Arya instantly lets go of my hand and takes a step away from me.

“Arya. You look lovely,” she says, eyeing her up and down in nothing but an oversized t-shirt.

“Thanks. You do, too. You just getting back or just leaving because it’s getting hard to tell.” I know that’s a dig at her mom, but she doesn’t seem to pay much attention to it.

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