Sick Boys: Chapter 49

My mouth salivates at the thought of taking her like Felix takes her, but Dylan beats me to it. He walks up to them and places his hand on her ass, then pushes the tip against her. He spits down, spreading it all over, before pushing farther and farther inside.

Penelope’s mewls make my bulge throb, and I swallow away the lump in my throat as I watch them bounce away.

Good God, nothing is sexier than watching the two people you crave fuck around together.

I walk up close and circle the grave, gawking at their fuckery like no one is watching. But I love to do it. I live for this, and my hand instinctively moves to my length to tame my desire. I cannot help but gravitate closer until my body is right next to Dylan. I can feel all his muscles tighten as he thrusts into her, and I whisper into his ear, “God, I love watching you fuck her. It gets me hard.”

“You dirty bastard,” Dylan groans, but he doesn’t stop.

Instead, he pushes into his base and wraps his arms around her to clutch her tits from behind, pinching them until she screams.

Right then, Felix kisses her, sucking up all her noises so no one but us can hear her.

I rub myself while I wrap my arm around Dylan and watch him get hot and heavy with her.

I thought I’d hate watching him with her, but I was so fucking wrong.

All it gives me is more to watch, more to enjoy, more to share. I want to touch him and her at the same time, both equal parts of my obsession.

“Make it dirtier,” Dylan growls. “Spit on her.”

I open my mouth and dribble on her ass over his shoulder.

“Good boy,” he groans, and he leans sideways to kiss me too.

And fuck me, if I could live like this with them every day until my death, I would do it in a heartbeat.

Penelope

Two guys are railing me at the same time in the pouring rain.

I never thought I’d do this.

Or that it would feel so damn good.

My clit hums with desire as Felix plows into me again and again while I bounce up and down on his lap. My arms are locked around his neck, his eyes on me like I’m the only girl in the world for him, and something about that makes me feral with greed.

“Are you mine?” he growls.

I nod, sweat drops rolling down my back as Dylan continuously thrusts into my ass.

Felix’s hand snakes around my throat. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I whisper.

He squeezes my throat until I feel light-headed. “Louder.”

“I’m yours!” I yell.

And I don’t give a damn in the world who hears.

I’ve already broken my soul into pieces and given away the shards.

Now I am nothing but a vessel for their desires.

A toy for them to use and play with until they discard me, and I’ll beg them to do it.

“Now fucking take my cock like a good fucking slut and ride it like you own it,” he says, his penetrative gaze making me want to nod.

We move in sync as Dylan pounds into my ass, Alistair adding saliva on command. And I can feel myself unraveling before them.

We’re fucking around in a cemetery, on an actual fucking tombstone, without a care in the world.

“Fuck, I’m gonna blast my load inside your ass,” Dylan groans, and he plunges in so deep that it hurts.

So I lean in and kiss Felix instead, burying all the pain inside his mouth with my tongue lashing away at his. But he takes my kiss like he knew it was coming, grabbing my face as his tongue dances around mine. I can taste my own wetness, but I don’t give a damn. All I want is for them to take away every fiber of my being until I’m nothing but strings to pull.

Use me, corrupt me, ruin me beyond repair.

Because that’s what I signed up for.

That’s the deal I made with the devil himself.

Felix’s lips tear away from mine, despite my desperation, and he murmurs, “That’s it, Penelope. See what you’ve become. See what we made you. What you’ve turned into.”

“Our. Little. Slut,” Dylan says, thrusting with each word. He groans out loud, and I can feel him explode inside me. “Fuck!”

“Don’t you fucking stop riding me, Pen,” Felix warns.

And I keep going because he tells me to, because I’ve lost all sense of self, all sense of control … and it’s the most magical thing in the world.

I can hear Dylan and Alistair kiss and moan behind me. “My turn,” Alistair says, and he pushes Dylan away only to grab my ass for himself. “God, I’ve waited so long for this.”

He doesn’t hesitate before he thrusts in too, his girth so large I can barely handle it.

“You can take it, Pen,” Alistair says, his hands softly caressing my ass cheek. “I know you can.”

I’m a sucker for encouragement, and I practically float away the second he buries himself to the hilt.

“Good girl,” Alistair groans.

My lips form an o-shape as I struggle to keep it together.

“Don’t come yet, Pen,” Felix says, and he pulls my hair until my head tilts back and exposes my neck. Rain pitter-patters down onto my skin, and he licks up all the individual droplets like he’s thirsty for more. “Take all of us until you can barely hold it.”

“Fuck,” I rasp as they’re both buried deep inside me.

I can feel them throb right next to each other.

If this is what people mean by rearranging guts, I get it now because this is it, and I’m practically salivating for it.

“Please,” I mutter.

Felix bites his bottom lip as he stills inside me. “Please what, Penelope?”

“Please … I need it. More. Faster.”

“Your wish is my command.” Dylan steps behind Alistair and spits on his own dick before ripping down Alistair’s pants and thrusting into him as well.

And to say I’m fucking stunned would be an understatement.

They’re fucking on top of me.

“Oh fuck,” Alistair groans.

I don’t need to see to know what’s going on as I can feel Alistair bouncing against me while whimpering, and the sound is such a turn-on, I automatically begin to gyrate on Felix.

“Oh God, it’s too much,” I mutter.

“You can do it. Take his dick like a good girl, Pen,” Dylan commands me. “While I pound this fucker’s ass.”

I can’t believe Dylan can go again already, but at the same time, I shouldn’t be surprised. I knew these boys were sexual deviants. I just didn’t know how bad they were until it was too late to turn back. And now I’m here for the full ride, ready or not.

“Fuck, faster, Dylan,” Alistair groans as he plunges into me with equal fervor.

It’s like a game to them to see who can come harder.

“Fuck, I can feel your cum,” Alistair groans.

“Slather her with it,” Dylan replies.

Ali pulls out, only to coat my ass with their mixed juices before he pushes right back in.

Felix leans back on the stone and plants his hand underneath my belly button as though he’s feeling himself through me. But the pressure it adds feels so fucking good that I can feel myself coming undone.

“Oh God, I can’t hold it any longer,” I mutter.

“Hold. It,” Felix growls.

“The fuck I will,” Dylan retorts even though Felix wasn’t talking about him. “I’m gonna come in his ass too.”

I can feel Alistair being pushed up against me, pounded by Dylan as he fills him up to the brim. And Alistair explodes along with him, howling as though his soul has left his body, and I’m right there with him.

“Now,” Felix groans.

And I fall apart against them both, the wave of ecstasy between my legs too much as I collapse onto Felix, my mouth colliding with his.

And while Alistair pulls out, Felix buries himself deep inside me, coaxing out my last moan while he jets into me.

“Fuck!” Felix roars.

But the all-consuming, devouring kiss that follows … that’s what gets me the most.

It’s as if all the atoms in the universe have collided and split apart just for us.

A kiss so possessive and needy it sucks my very life essence out of me, and I don’t even care if it kills me.

“Who’s there?”

A loud voice makes me tear my lips away from Felix, and I look up at a bright, shining light not far in the distance.

“Oh fuck,” Dylan mutters as he tucks everything back into his pants and zips up. “The groundskeeper.”

Felix pushes me off him and zips up before grabbing my hand. “Run!”

“Hey! What the fuck are you doing?” the groundskeeper yells when he spots us.

We dash off through the trees, adrenaline coursing through my veins as all three boys are in pursuit. But instead of feeling like I’m being hunted, I’m haunted by the visceral look in their eyes.

And I realize they’re not the only ones obsessed.