Page 71 of Drowning

I spread my legs on command, as wide as I can, trying to watch him and suck Seven's dick at the same time. His long hair falls in his face as he leans down, lowering his head, and pressing teasing kisses on my pussy with his cold lips. I watch nervously as he swirls his tongue around his popsicle one more time before he guides it to my pussy, sliding it into me with a smirk on his face that makes me fucking melt.

"Ah, shit," I gasp, letting Seven's dick fall from my mouth, feeling the cold object thrusting into my warm, wet pussy, something I never thought I'd experience.

"Cold?" Ace laughs, still pushing the popsicle inside me, his fingers dancing sensually across my lower belly.

"Fucking freezing," I answer with a laugh, propping myself up on my elbows to watch.

Seven watches too, stroking his cock at the sight of my pussy swallowing the popsicle. But he doesn't wait for it to be insideme all the way before shoving his thick, pierced dick back between my lips, fucking my mouth with dominant, desperate thrusts. I can feel the frozen ice melting as Ace starts thrusting in and out of me, the sticky liquid running quickly down my inner thighs. But fuck, it feels so good, intensifying every touch each of them gives me.

"You're fucking perfect, Brat," Ace growls, fascinated at how quickly the popsicle is melting inside me. "Your cunt is so fucking hot that this shit is about to melt already. I can't wait to suck it out of you and let you taste how sweet you are." He winks, fucking me faster with the melting popsicle.

My nerves are on fire. My body feels numb. My clit throbs. My nipples ache. I just want to come, but they're not making it easy. Every time I arch my back and try to buck my hips, Ace slows his thrusts. Seven keeps fucking my mouth, sliding as far down my throat as he can, grunting through thrusts as he gets close too.

I'm the center of their attention, and it feels exhilarating. I've never felt something so wild and intense before. As the warmth of the fire envelops us and the waves crash against the shore, I realize that there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

"Fuck, Princess," Seven grunts, and moments later I feel hot liquid gush into my mouth, but he pulls out before I can swallow all of it. Instead, he jerks off, his cum jetting in hot, thick spurts onto my neck and then down the front of my body, making a line from my collarbone to my pussy until he collapses in the sand beside me, panting.

I feel my pussy clamping around nothing, as the popsicle has melted now. Ace dips his tongue in and out of me, rubbing my clit fiercely with the pad of his thumb, knowing just what I need to send me over the edge. I raise my hips, bucking them against his mouth, while my hands grab and tangle in his hair. But before I can come, he pulls his mouth away, ripping a whimper from my throat.

"Wha..."

"Relax, Brat. I've got something planned." He winks, looking at Seven and then at me as he drags his tongue from my pussy to my neck, licking up the line of Seven's cum, his eyes piercing into mine.

Fuck, that's hot.

Pressing his lips to mine, Ace holds the cum in his mouth, teasing me. He then moves back down my body and rips my thighs open even more, spreading my pussy lips open with his fingers. Lowering his head, he presses his mouth against my entrance and spits Seven's cum inside me, flicking and thrusting his tongue against my tightening walls. Once Seven's hands wrap around my throat and his lips capture mine, I let go, feeling my climax rip through me without a single shred of mercy. I writhe in the sand, getting it in places I'll regret later, but I don't give a fuck right now. Ace fucks my pussy with his tongue, easing two fingers inside to add to the pleasure while slipping one into my ass. I come, and I come hard, grasping desperately at the sand as if it'll keep me grounded. But fuck, I feel like I'm falling. Seven chokes me as hard as he can—harder than ever—refusing to let go of my lips, his tongue exploring my mouth hungrily.

Ace sucks my cum and Seven's out of me, working his fingers like a fucking pro to bring me over the edge the rest of the way. Bucking my hips to chase the feeling, I scream out, hearing it echo in my ears as the final wave of intense pleasure rips through me, fully satisfying my every need. When my body goes limp, Ace comes up from between my legs and pushes Seven away, claiming my lips before I get a chance to catch my breath. Sure enough, he spits the cum mixture into my mouth, giving me a taste of the sweet and salty blue raspberry fluid, and I fucking love it.

Wiping the sweat from my brow, I lie back in a daze, my eyes closing as I listen to the sound of the waves and feel the warmthof the fire. Ace and Seven, still breathing heavily, collapse beside me, the three of us as close as can be.

"I can't believe you fucked me with a popsicle," I blurt out, laughing as I think back on the cold. sticky fun.

"You liked it."

"I did. I fucking did." I look at both of them, smiling, not wanting to leave this spot ever.

But reality sinks in and it hits me; we're fucking leaving tomorrow, and even though they assured me things wouldn't change, I can't help but feel that somehow they will.

forty

Fixed & Fucked

K a n e

As members walk into my office, they each drop their envelopes onto my desk and leave with nothing more than a nod. The music booms throughout the bar, while money piles up, but my mind is fixated on one thing, and it has been ever since we returned from the beach a week ago: Emerson.

Even though she eventually made amends with all of us, there's still a part of me that feels like we have unfinished business to handle. I haven't forgiven myself for breaking the necklace her old man gave her, even though she told me that she has. I fucking haven't.

Looking down, I watch the shiny pearls glide through my fingers, a smile creeping across my lips.

"What the fuck are you smiling at? Your cock?" Eli and Seven come into the office, drunk and smiling from ear to ear. Looking behind them, Ace and Stone follow, closing the door behind them.

"Nothing," I answer in a stern voice, discreetly slipping the necklace into my pants pocket.

The four of them look at me, waiting for me to instruct them on what to do next. It's like they're fucking lost, like this summer drained some of their brain cells and made them stupid motherfuckers.

"What do y'all fucking want?" I ask, lighting a smoke, blowing it directly into their faces.