But she doesn’t. “Yes, I do.”
Her words are a balm to my darkened soul. “Even with them watching you?” I taunt, nudging my head toward the left, knowing the guys have formed a half-circle around us. When Mali’s gaze flits to the shadows, a gasp tumbles from her mouth. “Tell me you’re a good girl, and you don’t want them watching me fuck your pretty little cunt,” I say, keeping my voice low but loud enough for them to hear.
Emotions dance in her expressive eyes, and I wonder briefly if she’s going to deny me. But then she turns her head and faces me. “Do it.” Her challenge is firm, confident, and I don’t wait.
My hands move quickly as I tug at her clothes.
Tonight, she’s mine.
7
Keirin
The squeals of the girl that Creed has claimed bounces off the trees, and I can’t help but smile. How pretty they look when they’re being taken like whores. Most of the girls in this town are nothing more than needy little sluts, and it makes my dick hard.
I should be home, studying, or perhaps focusing on college applications, but the need to run through the trees within the darkness overtakes me each time I think about the promise of another game once this one is over.
“Yes!” she cries out, and my hand moves faster over my length in the dark of night. Pleasure burns its way through me. I’ve always enjoyed watching. There’s a certain mystique to it. You’re not truly part of the action, and yet, you get to experience everything.
When Creed moves away, she leans back against the thick trunk of the tree, nothing more than a whimpering mess. I had my doubts about the game when he first spoke of it, but watching the erotic scene before me, I can’t help but smile. She looks up at him as if he’s a knight in shining armor. I stifle my chuckle at that.
She doesn’t know the one and only rule—once a girl is claimed, she’s not allowed to play again. Ever.
Most of them will beg for it because they crave it. Even before we started this game, the rumor around school is that being taken by one of the six of us is like an award earned. I’ve always chosen the girls I fucked carefully. Although, I’ve not found one girl in this godforsaken town to claim for longer than one night, not because there aren’t any, but because no one has captured my attention.
I may fuck them.
But I never choose them.
Brody steps forward, his hand grips her cheeks, causing her lips to pout. Both my brothers are volatile, and I’m certain when the need strikes, I’ll be just like them. He presses a kiss to her lips, and she moans into it, still needy after being fucked hard against a tree.
A smile curls my lips as I watch Brody’s hand dip between her thighs. He fingers her a couple of times before he brings his hand to her lips. Dipping both digits between her plump lips, he pushes them deep until a soft gag sounds around us. He doesn’t stop or even give her a moment to breathe when he shoves the pretty girl to her knees.
I’m still hard watching the scene.
My hand slows, drawing out the pleasure as Brody pushes his cock into her mouth. His hips jerk forward, ensuring she chokes on his dick. He smiles down at her, tipping his head to the side as she takes him into her throat.
“Such a little whore for us,” he sneers. Most of the women in this town enjoy the rough degradation we offer. It’s almost as if their pristine little lives aren’t exciting enough to keep their interest. They want this, hunger for it. And Mali is no different.
Brody’s face contorts, his hand gripping the base of his shaft when suddenly, he groans, emptying himself in her mouth. She’s a good girl and drinks every drop, and the bit she doesn’t spills over her chin—she swipes it with her fingers and licks the cum from both digits.
She may be a slut in my eyes, but I can tell she’s a good fuck even though I haven’t touched her. She’s given both Creed and Brody their release. The Thornes don’t step forward. They’re merely spectators like I am. Creed, however, glances at his best friend, but Damien only offers him a slight nod. I’m not sure what they’re silently communicating, but whatever it is, my brother is appeased by Damien’s response.
Everyone is silent.
The game was a success.
Creed steps up to Mali, his tall frame leaning over her, practically engulfing her small stature. He dips his head before whispering in her ear. We can’t hear what he says, but she looks up at him with desire burning between them. A small smile lifts the corners of her mouth in a seductive tilt. All she offers back is a nod.