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“Shit, you like that, slut?” Zane asks. “She just got wetter, Arch. You’re going to get wetter the more we fuck you, the more we use you, aren’t you?”
Lyric nods, head bobbing up and down frantically now as she tries to finish me off. I lean back again and let my thighs fall open, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek. I haven’t touched Lyric like this in so long and some part of me thrums in excitement, being close like this again.
But I yank my hand away like I’ve been burned, not wanting to feel connected to her like that. I can’t forgive what she did to us and I’m not ready to, so I need to keep this impersonal. This is about sex, nothing more.
“Fuck,” I curse again as Lyric takes me all the way down once more. I’m getting close, I can feel it.
Zane’s thrusts become erratic and Levi’s hips buck into her hand as she moves it over him. None of us are going to last much longer.
Levi is the first to break, a strangled cry escaping him as he spurts out a rope of cum onto Lyric’s back.
She clenches around Zane and he’s next to fall, collapsing on top of her as he fills her up with his seed.
She braces herself with both hands on either side of my thighs and sucks hard, swallowing around me. It tips me over the edge as well, and I finally release down her throat.
“God,” I huff, tangling my fingers in her curls as she starts slowly pulling back. “You earned another one, slut,” I whisper, pushing her back onto the bed as I finger her dripping cunt.
She’s a sloppy mess, slick leaking from her folds and I plunge a finger inside her before pulling it back out to swirl over her clit, relentlessly teasing it in quick circles. “Don’t come until I tell you to,” I say, my mouth set in a line as I look down.
“Yes, Sir,” she says, voice hoarse from the blowjob. It’s almost enough to get me hard again, but I focus instead on rubbing my fingers over her, wanting to watch her become desperate for us once more.
Her moans grow more frantic, more high-pitched as she climbs closer and closer to the edge, but I pull away every time she gets too close, wanting to edge her as long as I can.
“Please,” she begs, voice cracking. “Please, Sir, I can’t…”
“Yes you can,” I tell her, pulling my hand back a little. “You can do it. You can be good for us, can’t you, Princess? You can hold off until I give you permission, right?”
That seems to spur something inside her because she’s nodding even as tears drip down her cheeks.
“Good girl. Can you take it for five more minutes?”
Lyric lets out a broken cry, the frustration evident. “Yes, Sir.”
Levi starts a timer and I continue, rubbing her inner walls with vigorous strokes, teasing feather-light touches, and soft swirls. She feels so wet now, so soft. I can’t get enough. Her entire body is soft, with round curves, plush thighs, and full breasts, like a Grecian goddess from a Renaissance painting.
The timer goes off and I smirk. “Come for me,” I order.
With a few more strokes, Lyric is tensing up and letting out a scream. Levi’s mouth descends over hers to swallow up thesounds, not wanting anyone to walk in on us. She’s releasing so hard her eyes roll back in her head, and she goes limp, wave after wave rolling through her body.
The three of us sit up, helping Lyric upright as well. Before we can propose another round, she’s checking her watch and her eyes widen.
“Shit!” She jumps up from the bed, grabbing her clothes. “I have to go!”
“Lyric,” I say, my voice gruff, trying to reach for her, but she pulls away.
“I have to go,” she repeats, throwing her top and jeans back on as she all but races out of the room.
“What the fuck was that about?” I ask, turning to my brothers.
They shrug, no answers to be had, so I frown.
Something is going on with Lyric and we’re going to find out what.
9
LEVI
As I watch Lyric from across the quad, the things that stand out most are the dark circles under her eyes and the way her shoulders slump as she drags her feet.
