Rush (Pandemic Sorrow #2) (26 page)

Between me fucking her, Stone fingering her, and her bucking out of control from the combination, that mirror finally crashed to the floor. Now she was screaming, moaning, and saying “fuck” over and over between deep hisses.

The light to the school teacher’s room flipped on. I trained my eyes on her doorway as I continued to drill into SJ. I wanted to time it just right, I was about to lose my shit. I just needed to hold out for a few more seconds.

“SJ?” A voice came creeping out of the open doorway.

“Oh, fuck me. I can’t. You gotta…” SJ’s sentenced was devoured by another long gasp.

“Get outta her ass, man!” I shouted at Stone.

The door swung open and I let go. I dropped her to the floor, holding her legs out as I pushed into her a few good times before pulling out. I ripped the condom off and beat off onto her stomach, all while staring up at her roommate who was now braced in her doorway, eyes wide, mouth hung open, and breathing absolutely ragged.

“What the…” the girl gasped.

Stone was holding his swollen dick and used his free hand to wave. “You’re roommate’s got half of Pandemic Sorrow fucking her right now. Sorry for the commotion.”

The roommate let go of the doorframe and slapped herself across the face, shocked when it actually hurt. I had never in my life seen the amount of confusion swallowing someone’s face as I did at that moment. The girl’s eyes darted from me to Stone to her roommate and the back up at me.

“SJ!” Her gaze was going haywire taking in the sight of it all, the three of us naked and glass all over the floor. “Are you serious right now?”

SJ did nothing beside let out a long, very satisfied, almost drunk sounding sigh.

Stone flipped his hair out of his face. “You a fan too, sweetie?” he bit down on his lip, then scratched over the loop in his eyebrow. “Wouldn’t want you to feel neglected. We love to give attention to our fans.”

She stumbled back into her room a few steps.

“It’s just a question. We’re not gonna force you.” I stood up, peeling the cold condom off from SJ’s stomach. “But you do look pretty fucking sexy with those perfect nipples of yours saluting me through that thin camisole of yours.”

She quickly covered her breasts. “This cannot be for real. SJ, how the hell did you, why did you, when…” she fell silent and glanced back around the hallway. “Shit!”

SJ sat up, grabbing her head as she released a breath. “Lucky, huh? You’re not mad are you?”

“Angie? Right,” Stone interrupted. Her eyes darted up to him. “How about you just let me kiss you?”

Her eyes widened and a pink hue flushed her cheeks.

“Unless the taste of your roommate’s pussy is gonna bother you,” he groaned.

Angie’s pale blue eyes narrowed.

“You’re just so pretty, just one kiss?”

Her eyes trailed down to his dick, then over to me. I shrugged.

“Stop acting like a prude,” SJ said. “It’s fucking Stone Steele and Rush Wilder. You think you’ll ever get a chance like this again?”

Stone nodded, placing his palm on her cheek and swooping around to the back of her head.

Angie wet her lips, then closed her eyes as she pressed her mouth over Stone’s. Within seconds her hands were all over him, and he had coaxed her out of her panties.

Stone backed away from her. “Now, you wanna do this or not? One night you’ll never forget. Sex is so much better as a group activity, so much more intimate. It’s more fun when it’s dirty.” He pressed his lips over hers briefly. “You could just have me, or you could have all of us.”

She was breathless, her hands grazing over his dick. “I’m so turned on right now, I’ll do whatever you want.”

He laughed and I grabbed SJ’s hand, pulling her over to us.

I rubbed my hands down her back, under her shirt and pushed it up over her head. I kissed up the middle of her back, lifting her hair so I could continue up and around her neck, then down her shoulder.

“Fuck, you are so wet and so fucking tight,” Stone whispered.

My hand trailed down, kneading her ass in my palm. “You gonna let me see? I whispered into her ear. She nodded, and then I felt SJ’s lips brush against my cock. I looked down and saw her tracing up my length. Angie’s hand was jerking Stone’s dick, and I felt my way down, inserting one finger inside her, instantly moving in rhythm with the two Stone had in her.

At that moment every bit of tension melted from her.

“That’s a nice table you got in your kitchen,” I said, glancing through the open living room. Then I saw out onto the patio. “Oh, better yet, that’s a nice patio table you got out there. Is it sturdy?”

“What?” Angie panted out.

“Is it sturdy?”

“Yeah…”

I yanked my fingers out of her and pointed outside. “We’re gonna take this party out to the patio.”

“Oh, no, no we are not.”

I turned and flipped a wicked smile at her. Squatting in front of her, I devoured her entire pussy with my mouth, tearing into her with my tongue. She placed a heel on my shoulder and I angled my tongue deeper, scraping my teeth over her clit. I moved away and eyed her. “Patio?”

We all walked through the apartment to the patio.

“Someone’s gonna see us,” SJ said.

I shrugged. “And they should feel fortunate that they did.”

I picked Angie up and plopped her on the glass table top. A light breeze blew the salt filled, sticky air across the patio, whipping the girls’ hair through the air. There was a fairly busy street below us, and I knew our silhouette’s where visible thanks to the light shining through the large sliding glass doors behind us. I loved the thrill of people watching, the possibility of getting “caught”.

Stone hopped up on the table and picked Angie up, slamming her down over his dick and causing her to moan.

I watched Angie fucking him for a moment. She was riding him backwards and I loved how her boobs jiggled around.

I grabbed SJ and pulled her to me. “Why don’t you go over there and suck on her clit?”

Her hand gripped my balls. “Is that what you want?”

“Fuck yeah it is. That shit’s hot.”

I was a little shocked when she didn’t protest at all. She went right over, bending at the waist, giving me a full view of her ass as she laid her mouth over Angie’s clit. Angie’s eyes widened for a brief second, then slammed shut as she gave into it all, her hand slapping over SJ’s head and fisting her hair.

Stone glanced around Angie’s shoulder, a look of absolute pleasure all over his face. “This is fucking hot as hell,” he laughed.

I ran my hand over the curve of SJ’s ass before pushing into her, gripping her hips in my palms as I guided her back onto me.

Angie was moaning, yanking SJ’s head down so hard it was jerking her off my dick. Soon after that Stone was cussing and grunting, and then SJ’s pussy clenched around me causing her to groan. Soon enough I gave in and let out a short groan, collapsing on her back, our sweat causing our skin to slid against each other.

Applause came from the patio above us, and I looked up to see several people leaned over the balcony, beers in hand. “Bravo. Man, just bra-the-fuck-o.”

Roxy

Unedited excerpt from Roxy. Expected publication January 2015.

He needed a reality, and I needed a dream. We were flawed, imperfect, and to anyone else it may seem like loving him would be a disaster, because at first, honestly, that is what I thought.

He was like a wildfire that was going to consume me, destroy me, and leave me with scars. Jag Steele
was
a fucking wildfire, the thing I didn’t realize is that wildfires tear through a place, leaving it in what looks like ruins; but really the fire nourishes something deep in the soil and after it has burnt out, new life grows. Wildfires restore balance, and it was only now that I could see that’s exactly what Jag and I were to each other—wildfires. We could burn all those ugly things deep down inside one another, and although it was nearly unbearable while our souls were being purged of those things, in the end there would be a balance; we could give each other those things we never had. And I don’t believe there was another person in the existence of the world that could heal me the way Jag could.

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