Page 43 of Wrong Squad, Right Mess

I glanced down my front, confused. Was Carter planning to pull out?

The answer struck me all at once, and I wasn’t sure if I was more intrigued or horrified by the lewd idea. If it were any other time, I might have even refused out of panic, but with the corrupted energy flowing into me from all four of them, from the way edging me had already clouded my mind, I couldn’t come up with a single good reason to refuse.

Especially when Shear’s gaze locked down, between my thighs, and he dragged his tongue along his lips. It seemed he knew how he felt about the idea, at least.

Carter moved backward, holding me against him, his strength ensuring he didn’t leave the tightness of my ass. When he settled, he was on his knees, his back against the headboard, his hands gripped around my thighs to spread my legs wide. It meant that everyone else in the room—Kenyon, Shear and Ingram—had a perfect view of not only my cunt but Carter’s dick stretching my ass wide.

Shear remained locked in place for a heartbeat too long before Ingram shoved at his shoulder to get him moving. He came forward onto the bed, the mattress depressing beneath his weight until he got between my legs. He stroked his cock at the same time, the skin darker than the rest of him, glistening from my saliva.

He looked right into my eyes, locking in. I felt him there, in my head, but the touch was light. It was clear it wasn’t on purpose, and I suspected he got more sensations and feelings than direct thoughts.

I reached out and caught him by the neck, pulling him in closer until his lips found mine. If he had a problem kissing me after I’d sucked his dick, he didn’t show it. Then again, after what I’d seen and heard between him and Ingram, it seemed he didn’t have a lot of hang ups when it came to that sort of thing.

He pressed his cock against my empty cunt, hesitating only a moment before shifting his hips forward and sinking into me.

And, fuck, that was different. It was so much—too much—as my body struggled to adjust to not one but two dicks filling me. I struggled to breathe, to draw air into my greedy lungs, like there was no more space inside me even for oxygen.

Shear pressed his forehead to mine, but he didn’t speak aloud. It didn’t strike me as so invasive anymore, though, when I heard his whispered words inside my head. “Keep breathing slowly. You can do it.”

His praise and reassurance did everything for me, as though just knowing I wasn’t in this alone helped. So I did as he said, trying to slow my rapid, panting breaths, my fingers curled in against him, clutching him to me. Not that he seemed interested in going anywhere else.

Carter kept my thighs spread and remained still until Shear had buried himself fully inside me. I could do nothing more than let out the softest noises, my mind sparking messily as the sensations took over. I couldn’t even say if they were entirely pleasure, like it overloaded my senses.

All I knew for sure was that I wanted this and more. I wanted everything they could give me, everything they had to offer. I was starved for it.

Shear hesitated once inside me, though I’d bet the way my cunt tightened in waves did plenty for him already. He tensed, causing me to open my eyes to find Ingram behind him.

“This okay?” Ingram asked.

At first I thought he meant me, but Shear answered, “Yeah.”

Was what okay?

The answer came when Ingram—naked—pressed tightly against Shear’s back and picked up the small container of lube that Carter had used.

Which meant that while Shear was fucking me, Ingram planned to fuck him.

And, somehow, that sounded amazing to me.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Shear

I couldn’t stop the anxiety that soared through me, the surrender I wasn’t ready to fully give in to.

I’d admitted I felt something for Ingram, something far more than mere friendship, than what I felt for my other squad mates. Still, doing this, especially in front of the others…

But if I said no, if I pulled back, it felt like denying a part of myself that existed, one that craved this so desperately. If I ended this now, I didn’t think there would be another chance.

It wasn’t that I hadn’t toyed around with this sort of thing before—I had. By myself in the privacy of my own room. Or, at least, as much privacy as a person got in a household full of espers.

But doing it with someone else was different.

“You sure?” Ingram asked, his voice raspy in my ear.

I nodded, because despite my doubts, despite my worries, I wanted this.

Thankfully Ingram didn’t push it any further, instead taking some of the lube on his fingers and teasing my ass. It was strange, given the way I was buried inside of Yun, like my body wasn’t sure where to focus.