Page 79 of Born to Scar

I wake up to Indy’s wet cunt grinding on my hard-on, her body fitted perfectly on top of mine. I don’t open my eyes when I grip her back and pull her chest down on me. I groan, holding onto her, thrusting my hips, savoring every bit of this. She traces her lips up my throat.

“Good morning,” she murmurs.

“It is a good morning when you wake me up like this.”

Her hum vibrates between us. “I wish I could do this every day.” I wish she could, too. The things I’d give to have it are endless.

I lightly feather my fingers over her back. Her body quakes in shivers. Opening my eyes, I see that Cam’s in a chair in the corner of the room. Watching. My eyes widen, and a strangled moan leaves my lips. Oh god. This…is everything. Indy smiles on my neck, wraps her hand around my throat, and squeezes, moving her hips in overdrive. My eyes roll. “Where’d the chair come from?” Cam chuckles, palming himself over his boxers.

“You want to be watched, yeah?” Indy asks in a murmur. I lick my lips and nod. “It’s to watch you, Jay.” Oh. Oh fuck. She was being serious about that. I have no idea where this new kink came from, but I felt high just from the pleasure of her watching us that morning. I feel it now with Cam.

A huge floor-to-ceiling mirror is propped on the wall across from the bed. “And the mirror?”

She drops back down on my chest. I grab her back, thrusting faster. I’m so fucking horny. All of this, everything they do for me, it’s too much. A very loud and drawn-out moan leaves my chest. Indy’s hand comes up so fast, slapping over my mouth. “Everyone is still here, Jay,” she whispers, chuckling, squeezing my dick with each laugh.

Into her hand, I groan again. That makes it even worse.

“The mirror is so we can watch you when we’re all together,” she murmurs in my ear.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

“We’ll play around with it to see where it works best.” The last part comes out as a soft squeal as I pull her off and flip her to her stomach, facing the mirror. “Can’t wait, huh?” she croons.

I push in, shut my eyes, and drop my head back, unleashing another loud moan. The sweet slick of her coating my shaft. The people downstairs can get fucked. When I bring my head back up, Indy’s eyes are locked on me through the reflection. Cam’s chest is rising and falling quickly, as his big hand jerks his just-as-big cock.

I grip her hip, fucking her, with a cocky smirk. Cam’s eyebrow arches.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’ll bury myself inside you while you fuck our girl, fuck boy. I’m barely hanging on here. Do not test me,” Cam warns. Indy pulses around me, and my head drops back in pure unrestrained ecstasy.

“Fuck, sweet girl. You like the idea of that, don’t you?” Her eyes haven’t left my reflection. She nods, pressing back into me, with a soft groan. She’s being exceptionally quiet this morning.

Cam shoots up from the chair, bending to kiss her. “Do you want that, Indy? You want me to fuck Jay, while he fills your perfect pussy?” She tenses, dropping her head to the mattress, soaking everything under us.

“Fuck, yes, Indy.” I reach around, circling her clit until she violently comes again, with my cock in her chokehold. When her gaze catches mine through the reflection, I choke out a groan, coating her cunt, falling over her body. “Fucking hell, sweet girl.”

“I was so close,” Cam groans.

“C-come here, pretty boy,” Indy stutters breathlessly. She wraps her hand around his cock, jerking it. She licks his slit. Gripping her hair, he hisses through his teeth. She takes all of him from base to tip and back again. Over and over. I don’t know where she puts it. But it disappears down her throat. His fingers dig into her head, and he drops his head back. His Adam’s apple bobs, lips parting in a moan. Her pussy flutters around me.

“Goddamn it, she loves it when you moan like that,” I grunt. She hums her agreement around him. He stills her head and pumps himself in her mouth. He stands in his pleasure for several seconds with his head dropped back, still, chest rising and falling rapidly, coming down her throat.

I pull out when Cam does, smacking her ass, watching it jiggle. She falls flat on her stomach laughing. Out of every sound she ever makes, that is the best one. Her laughter. “This fucking mirror is going to be amazing.”

“You did a good job picking it out,” Cam croons, kissing the top of her head.

There is a knock on our door. Mik’s voice comes from the other side. “Cam, you’re needed downstairs.”

His eyebrows shoot to the top of his head. “Okay, Mik, I’ll be down in a second.” He dresses in sweats and a T-shirt before cracking the door open. He turns back toward us. “I’ll start on breakfast,” he says, leaving us with a wink.

I fall beside Indy. She runs her fingers through my bedhead hair. “Do you like it?” she asks. I softly kiss her lips, down her jaw, neck, and between her shoulders.

“I fucking love it. Thank you, sweet girl.”

She softly hums at my kiss. “I’m glad. Anything for you.” We stay wrapped in each other for several minutes before she unwraps herself. “I guess I should go help Cam. If they’re all still here, that’s a fuck ton of people to feed.”

I nod. “I’m going to shower, then I’ll be down.” She leans in, kissing me softly, before getting up and dressing.

Downstairs is buzzing, and astonishingly, I’m okay with it, without even a sliver of anxiety about them being here right now. Cam explained how dangerous it was for anyone to leave last night when he came to bed. The last thing we need is anyone getting hurt because of that deranged man.