“I would be thankful if you had listened to me and left me at home. I don’t wanna be here.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll take you home… right after you suck my dick.”
I gasp softly before fully processing what he just said. “I’d rather walk home… or nail my hand to the wall.”
“Those are not your options. You’re either going to blow me, or we’re both going to fuck you.”
My heart sinks. This has to be a joke. “You’re insane. I’m never going to have sex with you in any kind of form.”
“I’m about to prove you different. How pleasant this experience will be is completely up to you.”
They’re messing with me. This has to be just one of their cruel games. There is probably a camera in here filming all of this. Their hyena friends are watching from the backyard, laughing at the way they are scaring me.
“You’re going to be a good girl and suck my brother’s dick, and if you do a good job, we won’t take your virginity tonight.”
“Stop it. This is not funny,” I grit out, hoping he doesn’t hear how my voice wobbles at the end.
“We’re not laughing, are we?” Colt comes up behind me and snakes his arms around me. I stiffen, every muscle taut, ready to fight. He pulls my body against him until my back is snug against his chest.
I feel his hard length pressed against my ass, and that’s when I realize they’re serious. This isn’t a joke. Real fear kicks in, and my mouth goes dry.
Colt buries his face in my hair, sucking in a deep breath that makes my skin tingle and sends a shiver down my spine.
“You smell good,” he murmurs against my skin before forcing me to my knees, never loosening his grip on me. He kneels behind me, keeping his legs right outside of mine, so I’m completely immobile.
Nix moves in front of me, his crotch directly in front of my face as he undoes his shorts and frees his already hard dick.
“I’m not doing this.” I shake my head, strands of hair falling into my face.
“Fine,” Colt growls behind me. He keeps one of his arms around my torso like an iron shackle while his free hand reaches under my dress. He grabs my shorts and yanks them down my legs.
“Stop!” I yell so loud that I wonder if somebody hears me outside. Nix must have had the same thought because, the next thing I know, his palm is placed over my mouth.
He gets on one knee, so we’re face-to-face. His free hand reaches between us, and his fingers touch my chest softly before he runs them down my body. I try to wiggle away when he brushes over my panties, but that only makes him chuckle, and Colt tightens his grip on me.
Nix cups my pussy, and I whimper into his palm. Tears form in my eyes, making my vision blurry. He shoves his finger between my folds, and even though the thin fabric of my panties is between us, I can feel the rough pad of his finger rub against my clit.
“Last chance, love bug. Are you going to give me the blow job I deserve?”
What he deserves is a swift kick in the dick.
I nod in defeat, and the first tear falls from the side of my eye. It runs down my cheek before dropping onto my collarbone.
He lifts his hand off my mouth, and I automatically run my tongue over my dry, salty lips.
Nix stands up, towering over me while palming his cock. I can’t take my eyes off his swollen cock. It’s bigger than I expected, long and thick with veins running over the otherwise smooth skin. “Open up.”
I don’t realize I’m shaking until I part my lips, and my jaw trembles. Nix guides himself into my mouth, the mushroom head of his cock touches my tongue, and panic starts bubbling inside me.
Blinking my tears away, I gaze up at him, searching his face for any hint of compassion I might be able to reason with. There is none. His eyes are hazed over with lust, his jaw set in a tight line. He wants to hurt me and is determined to make me submit.
He pushes forward, filling my mouth with his cock until he comes so close to my throat I gag.
Desperate to keep even an ounce of control, I close my lips around his shaft, hoping to stop him from going too deep. A sinister grin plays on his lips as if he knows exactly what I’m trying to do.
Nevertheless, he goes easy on me, letting me set the pace, at least for a little bit. It doesn’t take long for his shallow thrusts to become more frantic, and he takes control completely.
“Relax your throat. Let me fuck it.” His voice is rough, unhinged, like he’s barely holding on. His hands lift up, and he cradles my head in his large palms, holding me in place so he can use me.