“Baby. You are so fucking beautiful laid out like that. Listening to you demand it and then watching you take your pleasure is the sexiest fucking thing, I swear. I can’t wait until I can come inside you and mark you with my cum. Boys leave marks all over her skin as a reminder of who she belongs to.” He says possessively.
It shouldn’t turn me on that they still want to own me but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t heat me up even more. I won’t say it out loud but I know that’s what actually sets me off. I can’t contain the scream that comes from deep within my soul as pleasure takes over from the tips of my curling toes to the ends of my hair.
“Oh my fucking god. Yes! Yessss!” I shake so violently with my orgasm; I worry I may never stop.
“That’s our girl. Come again.” Noah commands just before he leans down to kiss me.
And just like that another tidal wave of pleasure rolls through my body, so hard I fear I may never recover.
“Ho-ly fuck.” I pant.
How am I ever going to leave these boys? My attempts to keep them out of my heart is obviously not working. My body craves them so hard; I can’t imagine anyone else will ever be able to pleasure me the way they do. Ugh, now’s not the time for all of that. Unwilling to think about us being apart, I paste a smile on my face instead.
“So, uh... Who’s next?
Chapter Nineteen
Alessandra
For the most part, things have settled down. Matteo’s recovery has gone really well and I’m so thankful, but I’m also internally trying to reinstate the walls that I had built up around my heart, which is mentally exhausting.
I know the guys can feel the distance I’ve put between us but I’m so freaked out about my own feelings that I don’t know what else to do. These guys were assholes when I first met them. To be fair, they’re sometimes still assholes, just not often to me. They treat me like royalty and they show me every day how much they care about me.
In a sense, they’ve changed me, softened me. I’m getting used to being taken care of and that feels like a dangerous thing. Valentine’s Day is fast approaching and they guys keep asking me what I want to do but let’s be real for a second. I’ve never even had a boyfriend, let alone three.
I’ve had to depend on myself my whole life and now I have a whole family to lean on and these beautiful men that would literally put their lives on the line to protect mine. I don’t know what I want to do for Valentine’s Day because I’ve never had a reason to celebrate it. I’ve never even wanted a reason to celebrate it. This is probably the only time in my life that I’ve felt so far out of my comfort zone that I don’t even know if I’m capable of pretending I have some semblance of confidence.
Overthinking everything, I text SB to ask for help. Do I get them gifts? Do I dress up for them? Why is this so hard?
Main Bitch:lol, GIRL! Get it together! They already asked me what to do for you and planned the whole thing. Just relax and have fun. Be yourself. It’s who they fell in love with.
Me:WHAT?! They ARE NOT in love with me! Don’t say messed up shit like that. C’mon SB, we are in high school. It’s entirely unrealistic to fall in love so young. I’m pretty sure love isn’t even a real thing. It’s a made up fairytale that people cook up in their heads to convince themselves that they can be happy with one person for the rest of their lives. It’s a joke. What starts out as pheromones and hot sex becomes routine and collaborative bills and shit. No, thank you.
Main Bitch:Nope! You don’t get to be cynical about this. Stop. I’m serious. Your past doesn’t get to dictate your future and I know girl, I know that you didn’t get to experience love as a kid. You had the worst examples of relationships of all time but it doesn’t mean that will be your life. These three guys truly care for you. LET THEM. Stop being afraid. You are the bravest woman I know. There’s no reason to let fear rule your life in this circumstance. Enjoy being young and in love. And don’t bother telling me you aren’t because I see the way you look at them too.
Me:And here I was thinking you were on my side. Bitch, I’m not built with the same capacity to love that other people are and I’m not sure I believe in it but I can for sure say that I love you and I’m one lucky bitch to have you as my bestie.
Main Bitch:Love you too, girl. Now go enjoy your hot as sin boyfriends on Valentine’s Day while the rest of us mere peasants watch sappy movies and cry over pizza and ice cream at the thought that no one will ever want to have collaborative bills and shit with us. lmao.
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“Hey Q, happy Valentine’s Day”Cohen swoops me up and carries me bridal style to my Jeep. The school day is over and the guys have been noticeably absent for the better part of the day. They showed up at my house this morning and drove me in my own car to breakfast and then school. They disappeared for all of our classes but came back with take out for our lunch period. None of them have voiced anything about it being Valentine’s Day until now. I texted them earlier to let them know I had to stay behind to help tutor another student so I’m a little surprised they didn’t all come to get me together.
“Oh, um. Happy Valentine’s Day Red. Do I get to know what we are doing?” I look up to bat my eyelashes at him playfully but his intense soulful hazel eyes draw me in and I quickly realize that I don’t care what we do tonight as long as I get to keep looking into those eyes.
“Never mind, why don’t we keep doing this. You can hold me and I can stare at you and that can just be what we do. Sounds good, right?”
I laugh as I wrap my arms up around his neck and press a long kiss to his mouth, licking the seam of his lips to get him to open up to me. I could get lost in Cohen’s kisses. They make me tingly from head to toe.
“Mmhmm.. But baby, we gotta get going. The guys are waiting for us.” He breathes, but I dip down and suck hard on his collar bone and I know I’ve got him.
“God ok, I’ve never wanted to keep you to myself more than right now. Just a few more minutes, ok?”
He drops my feet to wrap around him, pushes me up against the car, and pushes his hands up into my hair and grinds so deliciously into me, while kissing me senseless. I groan far more loudly than is appropriate for a public setting but admittedly everything about what’s happening right now is inappropriate. I’m so worked up. Looking around to make sure no one is left on campus, I run my hands along his belt and unclasp it, moving on to his button and zipper. Dipping my hand into his pants, I pull him free from his pants and run my hand down the length of him.
“I- I think I want you.” I whisper.
Feeling slightly mortified, I turn my face into his neck so he can’t see the embarrassment all over my face.