Page 45 of Her Crew

“I didn’t know you could squirt,” he says with a smirk as he cranes my neck before kissing me. Hard. Deeply. Tasting everything I am. The best part? When I reach out to touch the bulge in front of me, I’m pleasantly excited to find that he’s rock-hard.

And I can’t wait a moment longer to take that cock into my mouth.

Alec must read my mind because he answers my call by tugging down his boxers and fisting his massive, pierced beast. I take his cock in my mouth, pushing him to the very back of my throat. The piercing brushes the base of my tongue, and I nearly gag, but he pulls back and gives me a moment to regain my composure. With my hair wrapped around his hand, he holds me so that he can fuck my mouth and absolutely use me.

And I hate that I kind of love it.

Let’s face it, I’m a skewered-pig-at-a-roast kind of girl.

Everything is more intense after squirting. Tye fucks me harder, and Alec drives his cock into my mouth.

“Such a good whore,” Alec growls as his head drops back. “Do you enjoy being used by the men who love you?”

Then my brain catches up to what he said. He’s lost in the pleasure and didn’t notice, but I did. And I hope he meant it. The words invigorate every thrust from Tye, who can now freely fuck me into oblivion without worrying about his best friend’s face.

“I’m going to come,” Tye grits out.

I wish I could feel him come inside me, but that was Alec’s only rule. When he pulls out of me, Alec gives me that evil smirk again, then grabs my arm and drags me into the main room. He pulls me into him, kissing me as he brings me toward the bed.

“Have you ever been on top?” he asks, panting against my skin as he lies back on the bed and pulls me onto his lap.

“No, I’m too big.”

He grips my chin. “You will never be too big to sit on my dick.” He lowers his boxers, then grips my hips and holds me over him. “Now sit the fuck down.”

I drop my weight as he guides me down his length. Fuck, it’s deep, and I feel him so much differently. And I kind of like it, especially the way his hands worship every inch of me, from my breasts down to my ass.

“You feel so good,” he whispers against my flesh. His tongue teases mine, the barbell clanking against my teeth. “So warm, wet, and used, with the taste of your come still on both of our lips. I want you to come again before I fill you. I want your pussy to milk me of every drop.”

Alec takes over the thrusting beneath me, and it feels as though he’s impaling me with his dick. It’s so deep and hard. Intense pleasure rips through my abdomen again.

He draws his hips back so that I’m empty, and I gush across his lap this time. I’m certain my scream is completely unattractive, yet he pulls me into him so I can yell my pleasure into his throat.

“Oh, fuck, that’s a good fucking girl,” he says, and I know he’s coming too.

I fall beside Alec and stare at his spent dick resting against his abdomen. I feel a hand over my belly and realize that Tye is getting into bed beside me, and now both of them touch some part of me. I turn to kiss Tye, worried that he feels a bit left out, but he looks as content as could be as he brushes my damp hair from my face and kisses the top of my head. I then share a kiss with Alec, and an electric buzz races across my skin as I’m sandwiched between both men.

But worry still eats away at me, even as I’m safe within their arms. I’ve never been allowed this sort of happiness, and I know it’s only a matter of time before it’s all wrenched away.

Chapter 25

Alec

Signs featuring horses dominate the roadsides as we draw closer to the old-money city of Lakewood, Kentucky. We’re in bona fide horse country now. Winding roads pave the way to expensive homes. Stacks deposits me and Tegan just outside a neighborhood, then drives away to take the others further in.

I point at the horses on the sign. “This one should be easy enough. In the evening, they return to their fancy homes after being with their fancy horses all day. I grabbed mostly horse and home magazines for this one.”

She nods, and we head down the line of houses. After a few unanswered knocks, the door to a home with the most meticulously manicured lawn I’ve ever seen opens up. A woman with a long, tight ponytail stares back at us.

“Hello, ma’am. My name is Ricky, and this is Beatrice. We’re trying to fundraise for a good cause.”

“What cause?”

Tegan lifts her chin and takes a step forward. “My horse has braces on all four legs because he was born with skeletal deformities. Vet bills are stacking up, and if I have any hope of turning him into a show horse, I need to come up with at least five thousand dollars.”

The lady puts her hand to her chest. “It sounds like that poor soul needs to be euthanized.”

“Oh no, he doesn’t. See, little Jeffrey was born on a truck that my father was driving. A drunk driver slammed into them, killing my father and Jeffrey’s mother on impact. The horse is all I have left. This is what my father would have wanted.”