by A. E. Murphy
“Yep,” Carter squeaks, sounding more chew toy than human, and shifts his position. He blows out a breath and gently holds my head. His body spasms as I suck up and down, using my tongue to massage the underside as my fingers play with his balls.
“My turn.” Presley grabs my hair and gently yanks me his way.
I release Carter with a pop and laugh a little when Presley taps his against my lower lip. He’s so wide I find it hard to get my mouth around it. My jaw is going to ache. I am so fucking drunk but not so drunk that I don’t want this. And not so drunk that I’m not enjoying every second.
“She wasn’t done yet,” Carter whines, taking my hand and pumping it up and down his shaft.
Presley reacts much the same way Carter did, but he hisses and rocks his hips in time with me.
“This is insane,” he murmurs, sounding like he’s lost in heaven. Or at least I hope he is. “This is so fucking insane.”
I work him faster and faster, my jaw throbs, my head is spinning, but I have never felt the type of pleasure I feel at pleasing these two. There’s something so powerful about it. Something so safe in doing this with these two.
Carter drags me back to him.
“Oh come on, man.” Presley looks down at me, his eyes hungry.
I giggle a little around Carter’s length, smiling when he picks up the pace, clearly enjoying himself. I love the way he moans and whispers curse words under his breath, as well as my name. It’s so hot.
“You okay down there, gorgeous?” Presley asks.
I wag my brows at him and flash my eyes.
“She’s just fine,” Carter responds through gritted teeth. His breathing is labored, his cock is swelling.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy, which is kinda weird to think while you have another guy’s dick in your mouth.” He pulls me back to him and pushes it past my lips without apology. His smile is mischievous. “Much better.”
“Oh fuck… oh shit… I’m gonna…” Carter’s hands both close over mine and he starts rocking his hips aggressively. I twist my head, resting Presley against my inner cheek and watch as his seed spills onto the ground, shining when it catches the light.
Presley takes this moment to hold my head and start moaning like he hasn’t before. “Spit or swallow, baby, because it’s going in your mouth.”
“Dude, no fucking fair,” Carter grumbles and I laugh around the penis on my tongue.
My laughter soon stops when, with a loud roar, Presley starts rocking faster between my lips. I feel that vein on the underside of him start throbbing wildly against my tongue so I pull back, jacking his swollen, hot dick as he finishes on the ground like Carter.
Wiping my mouth on my arm, Presley pulls me to my feet and kisses me harder than he ever has. It’s nice to feel so appreciated.
“That was wild.”
Carter, still panting from the exertion of his orgasm, presses his forehead to my temple as I rest my forehead against Presley’s. We stand like this for a moment, suspended in time, reeling from the aftereffects of our climaxes.
I finally find the strength to talk. “I’m sort of tired… and really thirsty.”
As if by magic, the headlights of a large four-by-four shine our way. We’re hidden by cars but we can see the vehicle clear enough.
“What time is it?” I ask and realize I left my bag in the trailer as well as my phone.
“Shit,” Carter hisses and shows me his phone. “It’s almost midnight.”
“Ah fuck, I missed curfew. I’m probably gonna be grounded.”
The car door closes and the boys scramble to ensure they look okay, even going as far as to dust off my dirty knees. If Stanley sees those, he’s going to put two and two together and realize I just blew a guy in his junkyard.
I start laughing, a giggle at first, but then it becomes incontrollable. The boys stand ramrod straight as Stanley approaches, first looking into the trailer and then following the sound of my laughter.
“I’m so sorry, Stanley,” I say, still giggling because, fuck, I can’t stop. “We were playing murder in the dark and lost track of time.”
“Murder in the dark?” he questions, raising a brow.
The boys both nod robotically, their faces trying to be blank but they look too panicked. They’re trying to appear sober, I think.
Stanley comes closer and sniffs the air. “Have you been drinking?”
We all shake our heads.
“No, of course not.”
“Absolutely not, sir.”
“Fuck no,” I blurt and pat Carter on the chest. “Like I said, we were just playing murder in the dark.”
“Uh-huh,” Stanley hums but he does not look convinced. “Go get in the truck, I need to speak to Presley.”
I cross my arms and hold out my pinkies to the boys. They take them with a smile. “Call me tomorrow?”
“Definitely,” Presley replies, winking at me.
Carter pinches my chin between his finger and thumb. “One hundred percent.”
I pass out in Stanley’s car before he even makes it back.
“I drank the blood juice,” I tell Asher and Alice. “I got drunk, and when I got home, I decided it would be a good idea.”
After dancing all morning with the guys and listening to them talk about football and things I don’t care about for two straight hours, I am so glad to be with my girls.
The guys haven’t mentioned last night, but then, I don’t think they will bring it up in school. I’m definitely not going to bring it up. I am mortified. I was so brazen but fuck if it wasn’t the sexiest experience of my life.
Only I could lose my willing lip virginity to two guys at once.
I get aroused just thinking about it. The way they jerked and spasmed every time the pleasure gauge got a bit too high for them, the way they whispered my name and fought over my mouth.
“Did you have a nightmare?”
I shake my head. “But that could have been the alcohol. We drank a lot of whiskey.” Saying that though, alcohol has never stopped the nightmares before and believe me when I say I tried it many times between juvie and insanity.
“And Stanley didn’t say anything?”
I shake my head. “They’ve got bigger things to deal with. They’re like legal guardians of Paisley now.”
Asher’s jaw drops. “Shit, a lot can happen in one night.”
I start laughing hysterically because she has no idea how on the mark that comment was.
They both look at me like I’m crazy but they’re amused by it all the same.
A tray of food slams down next to mine making me jump and Carter straddles the chair. Presley sits on my other side. I’m flanked by the guys again. The girls smile at them and soon Joey and Melvin join us. But not Terry or Jeff. Melvin sits as far away from Asher as he can with the bitterest of looks on his face whenever he dares glance her way.
Awkward.
Carter slides his banana to me, but before I can take it, Presley picks it up, peels it and takes a bite.
“Hey,” I whine at the same time as Carter. I snatch it back and stuff it in my mouth while glaring at a smiling Presley. He has banana in his teeth but he’s still so attractive.
“Ah, memories,” Presley jests so I kick his foot under the table. “Ouch.”
“How was your first night in the trailer? I forgot to ask this morning.”
We didn’t do much talking at all this morning.
“We ended up going back to Carter’s for food and crashing there.” He shrugs his shoulders. “I’m coming over to grab my shit and see Paisley later.”
“I’ll take you,” Carter says and I turn to smile at him.
“You’re so swe—"
Before I can finish, our table is flanked by Lame, Lamer, and their posse.
“Can we talk to you three in private?” Michael asks, smiling politely. He winks at Asher and Alice, and Alice rests her chin on her hand and flutters her eyelashes.
“You can talk to me in private
anytime.”
“You are shameless, Alice,” Asher hisses around a laugh.
Carter, whose arm is resting along the back of my chair, smirks at Michael. “About?”
“About the thing Hammond told us about this morning.”
I’m the rational one who nods and pats both Carter’s and Presley’s legs. “Come on, don’t be dicks.”
This morning the entire dance class was called to the studio where we were told we’d be performing at the winter dance, which is in approximately three weeks. Not a lot of time to prepare something special on top of everything else we’ve got going on, but we agreed anyway.
Michael wants us all to do something together as one big squad as opposed to two different groups and I think it’s a great idea. The guys, however, do not.
Still, we manage to talk them round and all agree to meet in the studio when school ends. Hammond has given Michael permission and the keys to utilize the space in preparation.
“Working with other dancers, learning new styles, tricks, and moves isn’t a bad thing this close to the national dance competition.”
Carter rolls his shoulders and clicks his neck. Presley kicks at a rock on the ground.
“We’ll go home first, yeah?” I suggest to Presley. “Go see Paisley, explain to Stanley why you need to lose an hour of work here and there, and then we’ll come back.”
Presley nods and we all turn back to the guys.
“We’re in.” I shake Michael’s hand and smile wickedly. “But if y’all can’t keep up, we’re not waiting for you.”
“Trust me, honey,” Penny, their female dancer, snaps with a smile while eyeing me up. “We can more than keep up.”
“Well, alright then.”
After school, Carter is nice enough to take Presley and me to my place so Presley can see his sister and talk to Stanley about switching his shifts around just while we prepare for the winter dance. Carter decides to wait in the car while Presley and I go inside. He says he doesn’t want to intrude when he wasn’t invited, which is ridiculous, but whatever.
We play with Paisley and Presley asks her if she’s happy here. I see him become visibly emotional when she replies that she never wants to leave. Of course she wants him to stay too but I think if he had any reservations about this being the right choice for her for now, they just vanished entirely.
“We’re going to visit your mom at seven if you want to join us, Presley?”
Presley nods. “That’d be great. Thanks.”
“Can I come?” I ask him softly.
“If you like.”
We speak to Stanley and because it’s for school he has no problem with it whatsoever. He also tells Presley that his father called this morning but Presley didn’t acknowledge it. To him, his father is dead because he almost killed his sister.
We head out again and pile into Carter’s car to then go back to school for an hour of practicing a new routine. It’s way more fun when it’s just the three of us but whatever.
“There’s gotta be something,” Presley demands of the doctor as he apparently does every time he visits his mom. “How can you just hear nothing?”
“Presley,” Rebecca warns, lifting her hand to him. She looks good today in comparison to how she usually does. “Come here, stop fretting.”
“I’m sorry,” the doctor says with a sad smile.
Stanley shakes his hand and Presley drops into the chair by his mom’s bed. We’ve been here for twenty minutes talking about school and life, and already my heart is breaking. Probably not my best choice of wording, what with Rebecca actually dying from a broken heart.
“So you’re dancing in the Christmas show?” Rebecca asks and I realize she’s directing the question at me.
I nod. “With Presley and a few others.”
“Are you a good dancer?”
“She’s incredible,” Presley answers for me and both Stanley and Lane look my way.
“You said you were okay, I guess,” Stanley puts in, making his voice high-pitched on the last part in an attempt to mimic me.
I shrug my shoulders.
“She’s modest,” Presley explains and winks at me. “She’s the best dancer I’ve ever seen.”
“Huh, how about that,” Rebecca states, raising a brow at Stanley who looks away, ashamed.
“What?” I wonder what secret conversation they’re having right now.
“Nothing. I just think it’s nice that Presley has a friend who he has so much in common with.” Rebecca winks at her son.
“Girlfriend,” Presley corrects and flashes me a crooked grin.
Both Lane and Stanley look at me again.
“We haven’t even been on a date yet. Stop talking S-H-I-T,” I hiss at him and his crooked smile gets more animated.
“What’s S-I-eight-T?” Paisley asks, looking up at me from her coloring book where she’s sitting between Rebecca’s knees.
“It’s the spelling of a very bad word,” I reply and Lane clips me upside my head. I just laugh and stick my tongue out at her profile.
“Fine, go on a date with me?” Presley asks and everybody looks at me again.
“Dude, you are not playing fair right now.”
“All’s fair in love and war.”
“Cheesy as F-U-C-K. As Simon Cowell would say, it’s a no from me.”
“Is F-C-O-K a bad word too?” Paisley stares at me with her round, innocent eyes.
Rebecca giggles and pulls on her daughter’s braid. Then she pats her son on the arm. “Don’t put her on the spot like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it’s not a nice thing to do.”
“Why?”
Rebecca blinks. “Because it puts her on the spot so she feels like she can’t say no.”
“She just said no though, so your theory is flawed.”
I stifle my laugh but not my smile. “Presley, stop winding your mom up.”
“Go on a date with me.”
“Aren’t you dating Carter?” Lane asks and I let my laugh free, except it’s a nervous chortle and sounds so unnatural.
“I’ll talk her round.” Presley relaxes back and smiles lazily at me. “Besides, Carter knows I called dibs.”
“Both you and Carter will keep your grubby teen-boy hands off my daughter.”
The room stills. My heart stops. I inhale sharply and my eyes swing Stanley’s way. “You can’t say things like that.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I overstepped.”
“I’m leaving soon. You can’t say shit like that,” I snap at him. “It’s bad enough that we all love each other, but don’t start labeling it because I know and you know that when I leave, you’re going to move on and forget all about me.”
“What can we do to make you believe that isn’t true?” Lane asks as Stanley avoids my eyes.
“Stick around,” Presley answers for me. “Only time will prove the truth.” And then, because he’s a douchebag, he adds, “We’ll go to New Orleans. There’s a Cajun dance thing going on at a really cool dive.”
“You want to take me Cajun dancing?”
“What’s wrong? Don’t think you can handle it?”
I narrow my gaze and aim it his way. “Oh you know I can.”
“Do you want to, then?”
The problem is I really do want to. More than anything.
“Sure, why not?” Then I add with a mischievous smirk, “Shall I invite Carter, or are you going to?”
His face falls to a glare and Lane sniggers beside me.
“You were right,” I call breathlessly, showing off in the middle of the dance floor. “This place is amazing!”
“Told you.” Presley swings me out and back in but Carter catches me and pulls me to him.
Melvin and Alice practice a two-step and Asher is doing her own thing.
This was such a good idea.
“Do you like me more now?” Presley asks, half joking.
“Stop,” I laugh. It’s all they’ve done for th
e past few days. Low-key argue over me. It was fun at first but it is starting to get serious. They want an answer to their question, they want me to choose and I don’t think I can.
They’re both just so amazing.
“Can we just have fun?”
Alice cheers and starts rubbing up against Melvin, mostly because she loves how much it pisses off Asher and so does Melvin. So funny.
When the music changes we make our way to the bar for a drink. Dancing is thirsty work and we do so much of it at the moment, I’m constantly aching all over.
When we leave, the boys fight over who is going to open the door for me, so I sigh, walk around to the other side, and climb in that way.
When we get back to Presley’s trailer and he invites me to stay, Carter invites himself in too.
“This has to stop,” I say to both of them. “This isn’t funny anymore. You’re both driving me insane. I mean… I loved the attention at first but now you’re just annoying the fuck out of me.”
“Then, give us an answer,” Carter replies, folding his arms over his chest.
“It’s not an easy choice to make,” I grumble and rub my temples.
Presley yanks me back into his chest and digs his fingers into my forehead and hair. It feels amazing. “Headache, babe? I got you.”
“Oh my God,” I groan and stand, ignoring their laughter. “You’re both awful. Absolutely awful.”
I stomp into the bedroom and flop onto the clean sheets. Lane came out and helped me clean up this morning before we all went to New Orleans. They smell so good and this entire place is squeaky and shiny. Presley was helpful too, when he wasn’t trying to grope me whenever Lane wasn’t looking.
I press my face into the pillow and growl into it.
“Hey, we’re just playing,” Carter mutters from the narrow doorway. I can hear the smile in his voice. “No need to get all pouty and cute.”
“How much time do you need?” Presley asks and I feel the bottom of the bed dip.
“Until one of you decides you don’t like me,” I joke and roll over, leaning up on my elbows. “And then the problem solves itself.”
Carter snorts, Presley starts rubbing my shin and ankle.
“Give me until tomorrow, okay?” I say somberly. “I’ll figure it out by then.”