Sick Boys: Chapter 44

My pussy thumps when it shouldn’t, but something about his voice drives me to obey.

And I sink down and squat in front of him as he unzips his pants.

This is the deal we made. Anywhere, anytime, I am theirs, and I submit to their every dirty fucking fantasy.

And right now, that’s me on my knees in the Caruso family bathroom, where everyone can probably hear us. But Felix doesn’t care as he pulls out his length riddled with piercings, the ampallang in the head already dripping with pre-cum.

“Open that pretty little mouth, Pen,” he says.

“Here? In Dylan’s parents’ house?” I reply. “Really?”

“I don’t fucking care. You’re mine, wherever the fuck I want.” He swipes his finger along my lips, then dips it into my mouth. “Aren’t you, Pen?”

I nod, not because I want to, but because I’m obliged.

“I need to release myself, and this slutty girl is always ready to receive,” he groans, pushing his fingers so deep into my throat I gag. When he hears the sound, he pulls out and shoves his dick inside instead, leaving no room for me to breathe.

But when I look up into his eyes, I don’t see the same hatred I saw before. Something is different about him this time, as though he’s trying to swallow back words he refuses to speak out loud and wants to take it all out on my mouth instead.

And for some reason, I want to let him.

“That’s it, take it deeper,” he groans. “I know you can.”

“Well, if we’re gonna do this now,” Dylan rasps, zipping down. “Might as well join in on the fun.”

I gag when Felix pulls out, rubbing his shaft as I suck in the oxygen. Dylan steps in and pulls out his hard-on too.

“Fine,” Felix growls. “But I’m not stopping. She’s fucking mine.”

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” Dylan says, pushing his tip against my lips too. “Why not make her take two at the same time?”

My eyes widen. “What? No, that’s not—”

“You can take it.” Dylan grabs my head and shoves my face over both of their lengths.

Tears well up in my eyes as I struggle to keep them in my mouth.

“God, your tongue … it’s fucking divine,” Dylan groans. “Roll it around.”

I do what he asks, but it’s tough when you’re trying to take two at once.

From the corner of my eye, I spot Alistair gawking at us, rubbing his half-hard dick he pulled out. He loves to enjoy the show like the voyeur he is. The more I lick, the harder he gets, and to me, it’s almost like a game. I play to see how much harder I can get him before he tries to intervene.

Am I just as fucked up as them? Maybe. But when I focus on a task, it feels like I’ve gotten back an inkling of the power they stole from me.

“Look at me, Pen,” Felix rasps, gripping my neck as he shoves Dylan out of the way and plunges in deep. “I want you to look at me when I bury myself inside this mouth.”

With tearstained eyes, I look up into his and find hunger and greed. All the pent-up rage, all the violence inside them, nothing scares me as much as the way he wants to own me. It’s as if he wants to possess me. Lock me up in a cage and throw away the key.

And my fucked-up mind isn’t even sure it cares.

What the fuck is happening to me?

“Fuck,” Dylan groans, as he steals me away from Felix, not even letting me catch my breath before he buries himself to the hilt.

He throbs in my throat, and tears roll down my cheeks when he pulls out again.

“Cry more, Pen.” Felix brushes them away with his cock only to rub it all off on my tongue. “Show me how much you hate me for taking it all out on you.”

So I was right. He’s mad at me, at us, at everyone, but probably most of all his father, and he wants to fuck out all of his fury.

But every time they both slide across my tongue, I still whimper. My cheeks still flush, and my pussy still throbs, despite all this being so damn wrong and bad for me.

Felix treats me so roughly that the tears can’t help but roll down my cheeks. And he plucks up each and every one of them with his dick, only to thrust them right back into me like some kind of goddamn payment for being his whore.

“This is too fucking hot,” Alistair groans, his thickness glistening with pre-cum.

“I think she’s getting hot too from all that cock in her mouth,” Dylan groans, his eyes slowly gliding down my dress. “Aren’t you, Pen?”

“Fuck yeah, let me have a taste and see,” Alistair says as he lowers himself to the floor, crawls underneath them, and softly slides his finger into my panties.

I gasp when he circles my sensitive spot.

“Fuck, she’s dripping,” he says, licking his lips.

He rolls over onto his back and slides underneath me, tugging my panties aside.

I pull away from the two boys. “Wait, what are you doing?”

“Oh no. Eyes up here,” Felix growls, and he grasps my chin and forces me to look at him. “No talking. Just open your mouth and be a good little slut for us.”

He rams back in like there’s no time to waste, and I struggle to take it, especially when Dylan joins in too.

Suddenly, Alistair’s tongue hits that spot between my legs, and I quiver so hard I almost collapse.

“Oh fuck, she tastes so good,” he says, practically moaning while he laps me up.

And fuck me, I can’t think straight.

“You like his tongue, huh?” Dylan says, slapping my face. “Of course you do, little slut.”

“Suck,” Felix commands, and I almost instantly do what he asks.

Not just because I know I have to, but because Alistair’s licking makes me insane.

The salty pre-cum coats my tongue as I gobble both of them down.

Suddenly, Alistair’s tongue thrusts into me, and I gasp and moan at the same time while both of the boys are still inside my mouth. My knees can’t take it anymore, and they start to shake vehemently.

“You can’t take it, can you?” Dylan smirks. “Sit, then.”

“What?” My eyes widen.

“You heard me,” he says, biting his lip. “Sit.”

“Sit on my face, Pen,” Alistair groans from underneath me.

And he drags me down until my feet cave in on me and my knees buckle to the floor. He moans as he swipes his tongue along my slit.

But what really undoes me are his words.

“Ride my face like you own it.”

Alistair

God, I’ve rarely tasted anything so fucking divine.

I need to have more. More. So much fucking more.

I lap her up like there’s no one in the fucking house except us, hungrily, greedily licking and sucking at her little swollen nub until she moans with their cocks still in her mouth.

I’m addicted.

Addicted to her needy sounds.

Addicted to the way she looks when she mewls with delight.

Addicted to the very taste of her.

With every waking thought, I’m consumed by this fucking girl … and I don’t fucking understand why. But I don’t care anymore. All I crave is this fucking pussy, rubbing all over my mouth and nose.

“Fuck yes, that’s it,” I groan, circling my tongue around. “Make yourself come on my mouth.”

“Oh God, but what if they hear?” she moans.

SLAP!

Dylan’s flat hand lands on her titty. “Do we look like we fucking care?”

“But your parents—”

Another slap follows.

“My parents can go fuck themselves if they disagree. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want, and what I want right now is to hear you gag.”

He plunges into her again. I don’t need to see it to know what’s happening because I can hear it from her stifled moans, and I can feel it from the way she gets wetter and wetter.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” I groan.

“Just like a good little whore should be,” Dylan muses. “Now moan so the whole fucking world knows.”

“Oh, fuck you,” she spits.

Even though she tells us to fuck off and pretends she hates us, every time we fuck with her, she’s as wet as can be. She’s lying to us, but most of all herself when she says she doesn’t want it.

“Keep saying that, and I might just do it,” Felix growls at her.

He rams into her throat before she can even reply.

“My turn to destroy her,” Dylan says when Felix pulls out again, only for him to take her throat next.

She can barely stay put, but I keep her up with my hands on her waist while she rolls around on my face. The harder they plunge into her, the fiercer her movements get, almost like she’s in sync with them. And I’m getting so turned on that I begin to thrust into the air.

“So hungry,” Felix groans. “Have your fucking dessert, then.”

He grabs her face, and I can hear him moan before unleashing his load into her. “Swallow it.”

Her pussy contracts around my tongue as I lick her while she swivels back and forth across my chin. She writhes, and I can feel her come undone.

Dylan growls, “Take my cum too, whore.”

And he blasts away inside her, clenching his ass while clutching her face.

And fuck me, the sight as well as the wetness flooding out of her is too much to take. “Fuck, I can’t hold it.”

A loud groan emanates from deep within my chest as I spurt out my seed all over the bathroom floor.

“Fuck, you just came?” Dylan says as he pulls out of her and stares down at me. A big grin forms on his face. “Without anyone touching you?”

“I don’t need that,” I say between breaths as I continue to lick up all of her juices. “All I need is this pussy right up in my face.”

Dylan laughs. “Oh, now you’ve got her blushing all right.”

“Stop it,” she says, swatting away at him.

Felix catches her wrists. “Did you swallow it all?” She opens her mouth to show him. “Good girl.”

I crawl out from underneath her, but when I come to my feet, Felix grabs her face and kisses her full on the lips in front of us. I’m surprised. He’s normally never this affectionate, not with anyone. Not even with Eve.

I grab a tissue and clean up, but Dylan swiftly comes my way and kisses me before I can even turn around. “If they’re kissing, I want some action too,” he murmurs.

A knock on the door makes us all stop. “Hello? What’s going on in there?”

“Lana,” Felix mutters under his breath while Penelope pulls her dress back down.

He quickly tucks his dick back into his pants and presses a final, obsessive kiss on Penelope’s mouth before he opens the door.

“What do you want?”

Lana peeks over his shoulder and briefly glances at all of us. A filthy smirk forms on her lips. “You know I can hear you moan, right?”

Fuck.

“What are you even doing in here?” she adds. “Jerking each other off?”

“None of your business,” Felix says, and he narrows the gap between the door and him.

“Dad told me to come find you,” she says.

“You found us,” Dylan muses, stepping forward. “Good job. Want a cookie?”

Lana looks mortified. “Fine, stay here and fuck around in the bathroom for all I care. I’m just relaying the message.”

She rolls her eyes and walks off.

“She saw all of us in here. What if she tells your dad? Dylan’s dad?” I ask.

Felix shrugs. “They think she’s your girlfriend anyway.” He looks at Penelope over his shoulder. “Might as well keep up the ruse.”

“Wait, what?” Penelope mutters.

“Dylan!” Jeong-Suk’s voice blares down the hallway.

“Fuck,” Dylan rasps before he jerks open the door and walks off.

When his mom gets angry, shit’s about to get dangerous.

I swiftly grab Penelope’s face and press a kiss to her lips. She seems shook I even went there, but I want her to know I didn’t just do this for my own pleasure. I enjoy seeing hers.

“Don’t forget … you’re not just his, but mine too,” I say before I walk off.

Felix side-eyes me, but I pay no attention to him.

He agreed to share her, and I’ll be damned if I let him try to take her away from me.

I grab some tissues and hand them to her, and she cleans her face, which was still covered in saliva. “Thanks,” she murmurs.

“Let’s go back,” I reply.

We all walk out the door and head back to the dining room, but the moment I take one step inside, I freeze.

“Alistair!” my father’s voice booms through the room. “So you haven’t dropped dead in the bathroom after all.”

Everyone’s staring at us, and I fucking hate it.

“You’re here,” I mutter.

“Of course I’m here. Do you think they’d have an amazing dinner without me?” my father jests, laughing.

“Where’s Mom?” I ask.

“She’s sick at home, so I came alone,” he replies. “C’mon, boy. Sit down, and let’s eat.”

“What were you doing in that bathroom anyway?” Dean Caruso asks, casually taking a bite of his food.

Dylan rubs his lips together as he stares me down, softly shaking his head.

Lana’s glaring at us three from her seat at the table. “Yeah, what were you doing in there, boys?” Her brows rise as she and Felix exchange lethal looks. “It sounded like a lot of heavy moaning.”

“Moaning?” Jeong-Suk drops her wrapped leaf on the table.

“I was sick,” Penelope intervenes.

Dylan’s father frowns. “Sick? I hope it wasn’t from the food.”

She shakes her head. “No, I’ve been having stomach issues. The boys … helped me lift my hair and clothes,” she lies.

Lana tilts her head and glowers, but I ignore it.

“I’m fine now, though,” Penelope adds.

“Well, that’s good to hear, darling,” Jeong-Suk replies. “Do you still want some food, or are you good for now?”

She smiles. “I’ll sit with you guys.”

“How generous of you,” Lana taunts.

“Lana,” Felix warns.

Lana rolls her eyes again. “My God, it’s too ridiculous.”

“C’mon, boy, sit,” my father says, pointing at the empty chair. “Your food’s getting cold.”

Penelope sits beside Felix, and I sit next to my father, who took the only empty chair left at the table.

He hugs me out of the blue and almost squeezes the life out of me. “C’mere, boy. So glad you all decided to come.”

“It’s not like we had a choice,” Felix says, toying with his food.

“No?” Jeong-Suk mutters as she cooks more veggies in the hot pot.

“Dad kind of—”

“Dylan,” his father warns. “Not. Another. Word.”

The entire table grows quiet.

“Let’s just enjoy the lovely food Mrs. Caruso cooked for us,” he adds, looking at all of us.

“So does this mean we don’t have to write that essay anymore?” I ask.

Dylan’s father glares at me while Dylan draws his finger across his neck, telling me to quit it. Too late.

“This dinner is not an escape from your punishment,” his father says, lowering his fork and knife. “You’re all still suspended for the week. And that essay is still due in full.”

A collective sigh fills the room.

“Now sit and eat. Mrs. Caruso made an amazing dinner, and if any of it goes to waste, I’ll add another essay.”