Page 67 of Spiteful Lies
Justin kneels beside us, rubbing his hard cock, and it glistens more with each stroke. I look up at him, opening my mouth. He holds my chin and slips his tip into my waiting mouth. I close my lips around him and hum when his salty taste covers my tongue. His chest rises up and down. I want him to watch me with his stiff cock in my mouth. I want him to understand nothing will ever mess with how I feel about him again.
“That feels amazing,” he whispers. “Fuck, I love you.”
I suck another inch between my lips, and he reaches for my head. Justin pumps in and out. I can’t keep up with all the rhythms as the sensations take me over the top again. Justin grunts, filling me, and I eagerly suck and lick. Howland can screw his cold money; this is what I want. I want all of them.
They pull away, and I grin naughtily. “I want to be on top this time.” I sit up as they eye each other. “Pierce?”
He looks a little shocked that I’d pick him, but that dirty mouth will give me a jolt. He smiles as he lies down on his back and I climb on top of him, sinking my pussy down on his gleaming cock in almost one swift move. He’s thick, and I have to adjust as we sink together. Sex is a game between us, and a streak of exhibitionism rushes through us as we show off. I want to watch his face as he cums.
His hand grips my thighs as my muscles work over him. I lift myself up gently, then let gravity slam me down. My pussy loves the friction as he moves his hips underneath me, groaning as we fuck nastily.
“This feels so good,” he moans, “You own me, baby. I can’t be with anyone else after this.”
I give him a squeeze, and he slaps my butt playfully. But his hands remain on my cheeks, spreading them open. Wyatt moves closer, and his strong chest is against my back. His tip is waiting at my other entrance.
He turns my head and kisses me as his tip pushes in. I moan into his mouth and buck my hips, taking his sexy inches. I gasp, letting go of his mouth, and it’s almost too much. I love how it feels almost like too much as my body loses control. I lean against Wyatt’s strong chest as Pierce’s firm hands grip me. I let go of my control, and my body floats as if I’m resting on a wave. The feeling that wraps around me is like a trance as Pierce’s voice sneaks through.
“Suck him off. You know I like to watch.”
I open my mouth and take in Bryce’s warm, smooth inches. I lift my hand and hold onto him as if the movement is keeping me lucid. I roll his skin along my tongue, clasping him in my mouth. The warmth of him against my lips brings me back and grounds me. I want to make him cum.
Pierce groans as his eyes flutter. “Now, it’s Christmas.” He groans louder. “You can’t imagine how good skin-on-skin feels.” His face tightens as he rises toward ecstasy. He holds onto my hips, rocking me against him and gritting his teeth so he won’t cum without me.
Justin kneels on my other side, taking a breast in his hand. Each kiss feels like a spark until he catches my hard nipple in his teeth. His tongue lashes across it, and I almost lose my mind completely. Each hole is filled with a man I want. Each one of them wants me enough to share me and love me.
My clit twitches, and I have to grab Pierce’s wrist. Every nerve is too sensitive. I can hardly hold my mind together as my body shakes and quivers. Wyatt’s hot breath is on my back as Pierce’s fingers dig into my hips. Justin’s breathing is ragged as he sucks my nipple. And Bryce gently strokes my full cheeks. All those sensations break me apart, and I start to shake and shudder, then explode. I reach out with my free hand and grip onto Pierce’s shoulder as my body is pushed and pulled as each one claims me. The rhythm is erratic and wild as my orgasm rises beyond my control.
They release me as I cum, and I tumble onto the floor. Hot splashes of cum hit my body as they claim me, but it’s different than before as it mixes on my skin. For a moment, I lie curled up as I process each sensation on my skin, and I feel the warmth of their protection. Panting, I almost lose myself in the place where my emotions have taken me. They’re all quiet as they watch as if they’ve broken me like a porcelain doll. But that’s not me. I’m not some pampered girl in a mansion. I’m Astrid Bowen forever. And I want more.
“Fucking Christmas!” shouts Pierce. “I say we take a five-minute break and do that again.”
I squeal in protest. “I’m sore.”
Justin places a blanket over me and gently strokes my hair. “Where does it hurt, Astrid?”
I glare at his dumb question, and then I can’t help but grin. “All over, but it feels good.”
Bryce jumps up. “I need a shower, and Howland has an impressive collection of wine downstairs.”
“Don’t overdo it,” I tell them before they disappear. “He’ll come back and check to spite me.”
Wyatt pulls a blanket around his body and lies beside me. “It’s been a while since I’ve enjoyed Christmas, and I had forgotten what it was like to trust my friends. Thanks for fixing it.”
“Fixing what?” I ask softly.
He kisses my cheek. “My heart.”
We kiss again, and it’s slow and long. I feel a tingle as I snuggle closer to him. “You know this house isn’t me,” I tell him. “The girl that showed up with an attitude is gone, but I’m not this girl either. I need all of you to help me stay genuine and be who I really am.”
“What’s that?” he smiles. “Wonderful and beautiful?”
I smirk. “That, too, but I mean as Astrid Bowen of Rockingham, formerly of Weymouth, and eager to explore the world with all of you.”
Epilogue
Charlotte
It is different than what I’m used to. Evelyn’s apartment has several challenges, especially cleanliness. I poke at a stain on the kitchen counter that is definitely permanent. No matter how much scrubbing we do, the apartment will always look dingy and old. It can’t be more than what it is. It’s been rundown for too long, and every dreary corner shows it. Is this going to happen to me? Will I lose my shine?