Evil Boys: Chapter 36

I dip my middle finger into her and watch her clench her teeth to prevent the moan from spilling out. She may be able to stop them now, but that won’t last for long.

Before we’re out of here, I’m going to hear her scream my name, and it won’t be from the building heat inside this cubicle. It’ll be from my cock ramming into her wet, aching pussy.

I grasp her by the hair and make her look at me as I shove another finger inside. Her o-shaped mouth tells me enough.

“You thought I couldn’t please a woman with these fingers?” I roll them around inside her, touching her G-spot with ease. “Imagine what I could’ve done if I used all three.”

“Fuck.”

I lean in while fingering her and whisper into her ear, “Milo made you so fucking wet, didn’t he?”

When she shudders, I pull out, and she breathes out a soft moan, quickly followed by a squeak when I fish the toy I’ve been waiting to use out of my pocket.

“What is that?”

“You don’t need to know what it is.” I push it underneath her dress and into her wet pussy. “Just know it’ll make you fall to your knees and beg.”

I push it inside, and she lets out another mewl as I turn it on and the buzzing begins. And fuck me, I can practically see her fall apart right in front of me.

I push her down, forcing her to sit. “Enjoy the vibes …”

And I walk toward Milo, who stares at me sheepishly while I go to my knees in front of him and unzip him. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying what belongs to me,” I say as I pull out his cock. “Both of you.”

I turn to look at her. “Now watch, and don’t you dare look away.”

I take Milo into my mouth and lick him off while he just stands there whimpering like the little simp he is. But I don’t give a goddamn care in the world. If these fuckers are going to play, I’m playing with them. And I sure as hell won’t allow him to have pleasure without me.

So I lick his hard-on while stroking my own through the fabric of my pants, sucking him off as hard as I can, all while making consistent eye contact with Lana who’s having trouble breathing through it.

His knees buckle, and I have to bring his hand to my hair so he won’t fall.

“Hold me,” I growl.

“But you never—”

I slap his ass. “I do what I want with this cock. Now stay there until I bring you to the brink of madness.”

“But she’s here too,” he mutters, gazing at Lana, who’s writhing on the bench behind us.

“Don’t look away, Lana,” I order her.

And I zip down my pants and pull out my hard-on. Her eyes home in on it like the lusty whore she is, and I enjoy every secret glance she throws my way while trying her best not to be affected.

She’s drenched in water and sweat as the heat in this sauna rises. She’s on the verge of coming again. I can see it from the way she clenches her legs. A smile forms on my lips as I reach into my pocket and turn up the speed.

“F-fuck,” Milo groans as my tongue rolls around his shaft. “Oh my God, this feels amazing.”

I pull down his pants and shove a finger in his ass so he squeals. “That’s more like it.”

When he’s throbbing in my mouth, I pull out, leaving him hanging on the edge.

“Oh fuck, I almost came,” he murmurs.

So I slap him on the ass so hard he groans out and falls to his knees. “I didn’t say you could.”

I get up and focus on Lana, who swallows when she sees the hard-on hanging out of my pants. “Enjoyed the show?” When she doesn’t answer, I march at her and grip her chin, making her look at me. “Answer me.”

She licks her lips, delirious with need. “Yes.”

I tip up her chin. “Did you just come?”

The little sucks of breath tell me enough, and a wicked grin spreads on my cheeks. “Such a horny little slut.”

Her nostrils flare. “Fuck you.”

I turn off the device and reach between her legs, pulling it out in one go.

“F-fuck!” she moans. “Why’d you have to—”

She shuts her mouth the second she realizes what she was about to say.

My brow rises, but she merely blushes and looks away.

I snap my fingers. “Milo, sit down on the bench beside her.”

He does what I ask, and she looks up at him as he sits down, his tattooed shaft fully erect and glistening with both pre-cum and spit.

I pull her up from the bench and flip her around so her back is turned to me, my hard-on poking her in the ass. I grip her tits, pinching both of them right through her dress until she practically gyrates against my cock, burying the tip right where I want it to be.

“Fuck! What is it with you and hurting me?”

“I don’t enjoy hurting anyone I admire,” I whisper, planting a kiss right underneath her ear. “And I admire you very much.”

“Then why do you do it?”

I slide my length up and down her slit. “Because there’s pleasure … and then there’s pleasure from pain.”

I twist them even harder until she squeals out loud, and then I turn her face and cover her lips with mine, stealing away her sounds. Milo groans from excitement as I claim her mouth and make her mine right in front of him. When our lips unlatch, she murmurs, “Asshole.”

I grin against her lips and kiss her again. “Yet you don’t pull away.”

“You’re keeping me here in this sauna,” she retorts.

“Am I?” My brow rises. “Or are you just telling yourself that so you don’t have to bear the responsibility of your own needs?”

She sucks in a breath but still stays put as I plant kisses all over her neck. “I felt that key in your pocket, Lana. You can leave whenever you choose to do so …” I slip my hand into her dress and fondle her bare nipples, pulling her tits out for Milo to enjoy. “But you won’t … because deep down you want this as much as we do.”

And I thrust into her wet pussy, burying myself to the base. She moans out loud as I bend her over and fuck her hard and fast, not giving a shit that anyone could find us here at any moment.

I need to have this girl. Wherever, whenever … it doesn’t fucking matter.

I told myself it was all for the money, but now that I’ve dealt with the debt, I want more, so much fucking more.

I don’t think I’ll ever have enough of this pussy or this violent fucking kitty.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet,” I groan as I grip her throat to hold her steady. “Look at that pussy-whipped boy. Look at his cock begging for a chance at pleasuring this pussy. Look at how he yearns for you. How he’d worship the fucking ground you walk on if you let him.”

“Fuck,” she mewls, her wetness coating my shaft with every thrust.

“He belongs to you as much as he belongs to me,” I say. “But I’m willing to fucking share him with you, just like I want to share you with him.”

And I ram inside one last time before I pull out and whisper into her ear, “Now straddle him and give him what he craves so badly … while I give you what you deserve.”

Lana

I walk up to Milo, my mind going blank as I crawl on top of him. I’m entranced, and I don’t know whether it’s from the rising heat in this sauna pushing us to our limits or the sheer amount of lust building inside my body and clouding my judgment.

Because right now, I want nothing more than for the two of them to fuck me into the next plane.

When the tip of Milo’s curved length bounces up and down against my opening, I feel so much fucking power. The whimper that follows when I lower myself on top of him is nothing short of pure magic.

Just my pussy as it sinks deeper and deeper over his length is enough to bring this boy to his knees, and it is so fucking arousing I could come again. His curvy tip touches my G-spot, almost making me moan without any effort.

“Now ride him,” Nathan whispers behind me, his fingers digging into my thighs as he guides me over his dick again and again.

Milo moans too, and his hands find their way to my breasts, fondling, squeezing, toying with my nipples like he’s adoring every inch of me with his hands and his eyes.

“Fuck, your pussy feels divine,” he groans, throbbing within me.

“Don’t come yet, pussyboy,” Nathan growls, and he slaps Milo’s inner thigh so hard he jerks up and down.

After that toy Nathan used on me, I’m so overcome by need I start to use Milo like a dildo, but he doesn’t even seem to mind. This boy is so smitten with me; the love is almost pouring out of his eyes alone, and it moves me so much I lean down to smash my lips on his.

It’s crazy, stupid, and I’m probably drunk on lust, but fuck me, his lips feel so good while I’m riding him.

Nathan suddenly pushes something hot into the small of my back, and my body arches from the sizzle. My hand rises to turn and slap him. “What the f—”

He grabs my wrist and opens my hand to stuff a hot stone inside. “Now you know the pain …” His eyes travel to Milo, who swallows, not from fear but from excitement. “Wield it. Make him beg for it.”

I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t play these games, yet the heat, the pain, how it felt makes me want to dish it out too. So I bring the stone to Milo’s chest and press it down hard.

I thought his whimpers would make me hate him, but it only makes me want to give him more.

“Fuck,” I mutter as I pull back and watch the red mark appear on his chest.

It’s a testament to my rage. My undying need to hurt people.

And he’s a willing victim.

“Do it again,” Nathan growls behind me.

“But it’s hurting him—”

Out of nowhere, Milo grasps my wrist and shoves the stone onto his other chest out of his own volition, and his dick throbs inside me.

This … turns him on. He wants this. And he wants me to do it to him. To hurt him and relinquish my anger by taking it out on him.

Nathan leans in and whispers, “Now you know why I don’t like seeing him with others …”

“He is your perfect victim,” I mutter. “A willing, hungry participant.” I turn to look at him. “And you’re afraid I might take that away from you?”

He rolls one of the stones against my back, making me acutely aware of how much of a sadist he is … and that I might grow to like this pain too.

“No one is ever going to take him away from me. I won’t let them,” he groans, and he pushes one of the hot stones into Milo’s thigh, watching him writhe with desire. “But I’m more than willing to share.”

Nathan suddenly perches himself behind me, and he pushes me down so my chest rests on Milo’s.

“It’s about time you learned what it felt like to be owned by us,” Nathan murmurs.

My lips break away right as he pushes inside my pussy as well, and a loud moan escapes my mouth as he stretches me.

“That’s it, slut. I know you can take it,” Nathan groans, burying himself inside me too.

“Fuck, I can’t take it,” I mewl as he starts to move.

He fists my hair and tilts my head so far back I see the sauna’s ceiling along with his penetrative eyes boring a hole into me. “Look at me.” When I do, he buries in even farther. “You can do it because you’re a good fucking girl, and you like to be used.”

“Fuck! It’s so full!” Milo moans beneath me.

When they both start to move in sync, my eyes almost roll out of my head.

“Yes, that’s it, Lana, feel our cocks own this pussy now,” Nathan growls as he thrusts in and out of me. “Now use the stones. Give him the pain I’m giving you.”

I grab one of the stones he laid out on the bench and push it into Milo’s shoulder, then watch as he bites his lip in agony. He shivers underneath me, his dick throbbing, hard, ready to blow. And I realize this is such a fucking turn-on for me that my pussy begins to throb along with him.

“You can feel it, can’t you? The need to explode all over my goddamn cock,” Nathan groans, slamming into me with full force.

“Fuck, give it to me,” I mutter, delirious from the lust and pain entwining inside me.

“Beg,” he says. “Beg and I’ll let you.”

“Please, Nathan!” The word slips out without effort even though I once thought I would never say it.

But goddamn, these men have gotten me to my knees, willing, wanting so much fucking more that I’m prepared to beg for it.

Nathan shoves two stones into my hand. “Now fucking come.”

And as I push them against Milo’s nipples, I moan out loud from the sheer heaviness of the orgasm rolling over my body. Milo whimpers, and I can feel him explode inside me right when Nathan buries himself to the hilt, filling me up to the brim too.

“Fuck!” Nathan groans, pulling out of me swiftly, his dick still pumping.

When I realize the stones are still on Milo, I wipe them away as the burn marks appear on his nipples.

“Shit, I’m sor—”

Milo grips my face and kisses me so hard all the words I meant to say turn to drivel in my head. God, I never thought I could want three men as badly as I do right now, but apparently, even an icy cold queen’s heart can melt after finding the right amount of heat.

When his lips unlatch, he murmurs, “Don’t ever apologize for giving me your all.”

My cheeks flush, and sweat drops roll down my forehead and onto his.

God, it’s so fucking hot in here, and not just from the sauna.

Nathan grips my throat and pulls me to him, turning my head enough so our lips can touch. And my God, his kisses are nothing short of pure magic.

I never once believed I could fall for a trap so perfectly laid out for me, but I was wrong. So fucking wrong. All the lines are blurred. His kisses are like a much-needed calm after the high of the storm, and my lips return his eager kisses with as much enthusiasm.

His lips unlatch, only to plant kisses all over my neck. “Now you know what it feels like to hurt, that rush of endorphins coursing through your veins when you give in to what you need the most.”

“And what’s that?” I mutter.

“Us.” He zips up again, leaving me feeling bereft.

I get off Milo, who just lies there, completely wasted.

“Wait … are you saying it hurts you to want me?” I push my breasts and panties back into place, my dress still clinging to my body despite the heat steaming at least some of the water off. “Why?”

Nathan raises his hand again, showing me the missing finger, and finding the words is hard.

For some reason, a part of me almost feels … guilty.

Even though I wasn’t the one to cut it off, it still feels like I could’ve done something, stopped my brother from fighting with him, or at the very least show mercy.

Mercy Nathan never showed me.

My hand forms a fist. “I know what my brother is, how violent he can be when he perceives a threat. He protects what he loves.”

“Just like I do,” he says.

“Yet you couldn’t get it across your goddamn heart to protect me,” I grit.

His lips part as shock contorts his face, almost as if he didn’t consider the possibility to think of me as anything other than a plaything. But then why does he keep looking at me like he wants more? Like he could almost give himself to me fully?

“Guys, can we not fight right after sex?” Milo grouses, leaning up on his elbows.

We both ignore him.

“Protect you from what?” Nathan tilts his head. “Is someone threatening you?”

I narrow my eyes. “You.”

He gulps, visibly shaken by what I just said. “You know why I did that.”

“Yet you continue to hold my pictures hostage to control me,” I say.

He reaches for my face and softly caresses my cheek, eyes settling on my lips as though he wants nothing more than to kiss them. “I haven’t shown them to anyone. And I don’t intend to.”

He doesn’t intend to?

My pupils dilate. “So it was all an empty threat?” I shove him away. “You bastard!”

He snorts and shakes his head. “I told you … I would do anything for Ro’s safety.”

“Anything … including lying to me,” I say, feeling like he just stabbed that knife of his straight into my heart.

Why? Why do I even care?

“Guys, please …” Milo mutters. “Can’t we just be together? Without all the fighting?”

Grumbling to myself, I turn around. “This was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” Milo parrots, jumping off the bench to follow me. “No, no wait, please, Lana.”

“Let her go,” Nathan barks as I open the door. “She clearly doesn’t want to be ours.”

“You know, I almost, almost thought I could let you all …”

I stop before I say something I won’t be able to take back.

Both boys stare at me, wondering what that last word would be that could slip off my tongue.

But I won’t give them the satisfaction of knowing.

“Never mind,” I say, and I storm off.

“Let us what?” Milo calls from the sauna. “Please, Lana, don’t leave.”

But I stick up my middle finger despite the tears welling in my eyes.

But Sicklittlebitch13 wouldn’t ever cry in front of the people she wants to murder, so I swallow them all back down and keep walking.