by Smyth, R. A
Cuddled into Barrett’s side, my leg hitched up over his, his hand clasping my thigh, stroking circles across the skin, with Preston’s firm chest pushed up against my back and his hand splayed across my hip, I felt completely at ease and it wasn’t long before I was falling asleep.
Unfortunately, there was no time to lie in bed and luxuriate with them this morning as they had to get ready for school. It felt weird watching them get dressed and leave, knowing Aiden, Ty and I were stuck here at the warehouse.
The three of us made the most of our day off. The two of them are obsessed with the various car racing and gun shooting video games, so while they banter over who is the better driver and who has more kills, I cuddled up on the sofa with a blanket and a book. New couches arrived yesterday, and they are so friggin’ comfy. It feels like I’m being wrapped in a hug by a cloud.
When I was unpacking the new clothes Preston and Barrett got me from Mia’s yesterday, I found a bag with various books from dirty romances to psychological thrillers in it. I know it was Barrett, being his thoughtful self, that picked them out. How he knew I was such a book nerd is beyond me. He was only in my room that one time, but it was dark and we were otherwise distracted, so the fact he even noticed the books in the reading nook is impressive. I’m glad to have them though, especially given that I can’t just pop into town and buy more.
I’m reading one of the murder mystery books with Aiden sitting beside me, doing whatever on his phone and Ty singing loudly from the shower, when Aiden huffs. “Barrett, just texted. They’re on their way home.”
I flick my eyes up to the clock on the wall, noticing it’s only lunchtime. Way too early for them to have finished school, meaning something must have happened.
I cast my worried eyes to Aiden’s annoyed ones. “Do you think everything is okay?”
He snorts. “I’m sure it’s fine. They were probably jealous that they were missing out on all the Sophie time.”
It’s my turn to snort, which quickly turns into a squeal as he dives on top of me, knocking my book out of my hand and onto the floor.
He hovers above me, taking me in. His attention makes me squirm beneath him with embarrassment, the action accidentally causing me to rub against his semi-erect cock. He hisses between his teeth, before growling lightly. His gaze heated as I bite my lower lip.
He leans in, burying his face in my neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. Sucking and licking until I’m writhing beneath him, rubbing against him with much more deliberation.
I’m seconds away from pushing down his trousers when we hear the engine of an approaching car, halting our frantic movements.
Realizing our time is up, Aiden collapses against me, his face still buried in my hair as he sighs. “We need another gun shooting session soon,” he grouches, thrusting against me, making it perfectly clear just what gun he’s talking about shooting.
I chuckle beneath him, stroking his hair and giving him a peck when he pulls away. “Just name the time and place.” My voice is husky with need, my eyes hooded, showing him how badly I want him too.
Lifting himself off me and situating himself back on the sofa, he flashes me a cocky smirk, as the door bangs open and in barges a pissed off Barrett and an annoyed Preston, disturbing the quiet morning the rest of us were enjoying.
“What the—” I begin, but I abruptly stop, seeing the cuts on Preston’s knuckles, and the dark scowl on his and Barrett’s faces.
My eyes flicker back and forth between the two of them, but I don’t have time to ask anything else as Preston acts like a fucking caveman and stomps over, hauling me out of the sofa and throwing me over his shoulder. What the ever loving fuck? I swear, if these two continue to think they can just man handle me whenever they want, we’re going to have issues.
The move has Aiden storming to his feet, about to intervene, but as Preston carts me towards the stairs, Barrett steps in front of him and says something I don’t hear. Whatever he says stops Aiden from interfering, but he continues to glare icily at Preston’s back, until I’m whisked up the stairs and out of his view.
“What the hell, Preston!” I shout when he throws me onto the bed in his bedroom. Ignoring me, he strips out of his uniform until he’s towering over me in nothing but his boxers, his huge, muscular body on display, making me forget why I’m angry at him.
He smirks down at me, knowing how easily he affects me. But, come on, I was already horny after the steamy couch action with Aiden. You can’t blame a girl when she’s surrounded by all this smoldering hotness twenty-four seven.
He climbs over me; the bed dipping under his weight as he settles between my thighs, biting and sucking his way up my throat just as Aiden was doing only a few minutes ago.
“Preston.” I intend for his name to come out sternly. A warning for him to stop distracting me with his hot body and even hotter mouth and tell me what happened today, but somewhere along the way it turns into a desperate, breathy plea instead. Eh, I guess whatever is eating at him will still be there after we’re done. Nothing like a little orgasmic bliss to take the edge off whatever shit went down at school.
His hands are rough as he yanks down my panties and shorts in one harsh tug before dragging my top over my head. Instead of letting me pull my arms through the top and discarding it, he wraps the fabric around them, pinning my arms above my head, before trailing his fingers over the sensitive skin of my inner arms.
The combination of his rough, frantic movements with his soft touches has my body in overdrive as I press my thighs together in a desperate attempt to relieve the building ache between them.
“No moving,” he growls as I writhe beneath him. His controlling behaviour along with his dominant commands only makes me wetter, and I whimper in protest.
I never thought I’d be into being bossed about, but damn, when Preston does it, it’s fucking hot. I don’t need the control like Preston does, but I’m no submissive. I’m someone who needs to feel like they have some control over their own life. I’ve grown up with too much uncertainty and irregularity to not need some semblance of stability in my daily routine. But seeing the heat in Preston’s eyes when I do as he says, knowing he needs me to do this, to help him feel in control right now, has me turned right the fuck on.
I hold myself still, every muscle in my body begging me to move as he trails his hands over my collar bone before firmly gripping my breasts. He growls again as I instinctively arch into him, pinching my nipple tightly in punishment. The sharp nip of pain causes me to gasp as heat builds between my legs. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been wetter.
He drives me wild as he slowly strokes his way down my body, keeping his touch light and teasing until his mouth is inches from where I need him, his eyes hungrily taking in my dripping wet pussy as he licks his lips.
“You’re so fucking ready for me. I can see it leaking out of you.” His voice is a deep husk, making me clench around nothing but air. His hands wrap around my thighs, gripping them tightly and holding me firmly in place as his tongue slides through my pussy lips, lapping up my juices. I cry out at the overwhelming sensations, unable to stop myself from thrusting against his face.
He immediately pulls back, giving me a stern look. “Now, now, Princess. What did I tell you?” He warns, unwinding his hand from my thigh. I’m still trying to comprehend what he asked me through the thick fog of lust and hormones in my head when a sudden, sharp sting reverberates out from my clit, the sound of a quick slap ringing out in the quiet room.
My gasp of shock quickly turns into moans of pleasure as his fingers move to rub my clit in quick, rough circles, the combination of the brisk bite of pain and the tingling from his ministrations causing my clit to pulse as an explosion of pleasure ricochets through my body.
“What did I tell you?” He repeats in a stern voice when I don’t respond. I’d completely forgotten he even asked me a question, and it takes a second for me to catch on to what he’s talking about.
“Not to move,�
� I moan breathlessly. Pleased with my response, he moves his tongue back to my clit, swiping it before dipping down and thrusting it ruthlessly in and out of my tight channel, fucking me with abandon. “Fuck. Preston,” I moan out as gratification surges through me, crashing over me in a wave.
Before I can catch my breath, he’s standing at the end of the bed, towering over me as he uses his grip on my thighs to drag me until my ass is perched on the edge of the mattress. Kicking off his boxers he positions his swollen erection at my entrance as I wrap my legs around him, flicking his eyes up to my hooded gaze before slamming into me in one hard thrust, groaning as I clench around him, hugging his rigid length with my cunt.
He doesn’t give me any time to adjust as he begins pistoning in and out of me, fucking me relentlessly. It’s not long before I can feel another orgasm cresting. “I’m going to come,” I cry out between pants.
“No,” he growls. “You’ll come when I say you can come.” His commanding tone nearly has me going over the edge, and it takes all of my resolve to hold off. I won’t be able to hold out for long though. He groans at the death grip my pulsing pussy has on his dick while my fingers wrap tightly around the bed covers. Our bodies are dripping with sweat, our breaths labored as he continues to pump in and out of me at a merciless pace, using my body to exorcise his demons.
“Now,” he barks out as, with one final thrust, he spurts his load, cursing under his breath. His face scrunches up, his eyes slamming shut as pleasure courses through his body. He continues to rock slowly with short, shallow thrusts as I cry out my own release, my head tilted back as I struggle to breathe.
When we are both spent, he collapses onto the bed beside me. I’m unable to move for several minutes, my body rendered numb as every nerve in me flares with electricity.
When I finally feel like I have some control over my limbs again, I crawl up the bed until I’m wrapped in his arms, my head resting on his shoulder, my finger absently drawing circles over his chest. I don’t think I’ve ever had such intense sex in my life. I’ll totally condone whatever the hell got him so worked up today if it results in a regular ravishing like that.
Neither of us says anything for a while as we soak up the feel of one another, enjoying this quiet moment.
“So…” I eventually coax. “What happened today?”
He sighs heavily before tightening his arm around me, drawing me in closer to his body.
“All the assholes came crawling out of the woodwork today.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, but I don’t push him to explain himself, sensing he needs a few minutes to work through his thoughts.
“Neill,” he growls, “came over to our table at lunch and started some shit. He was spouting crap about you.”
“So? What, you beat the shit out of him?” I tease, taking in his torn knuckles, knowing the truth of that question.
“Of course I did.”
“I don’t need you defending my honor,” I tell him, leaning up on my elbow and looking down at him. “I’m more than capable of fighting my own battles.”
He glares at me, making me roll my eyes at his assholeness. “It had nothing to do with defending your honor, and everything to do with putting him in his place. He can’t talk about you like that.”
I pinch my lips, narrowing my eyes at him. “All the same, we've got enough going on. Let’s not add on any suspensions or expulsions as well, yeah?”
He doesn’t back down, refusing to agree with my logic.
“No promises, Princess,” he finally murmurs, sitting up and leaning over me until I’m lying on my back and he’s hovering above me. “I’m always going to react if someone’s talking shit about you.”
He leans in to kiss me deeply, my words of protest dying a sudden death on my lips as his tongue delves into my mouth. Knowing there’s no point in arguing with him, he’s going to be a dominating, possessive asshole regardless of what I say, I let the argument go, soaking up the feel of his firm body pressed against mine, his soft kisses as he licks and nibbles on my lower lip.
Wedging his way between my thighs, he slips inside of me once again, his lips never once leaving mine as he moves slowly but confidently, lighting me up from the inside out. Everything about him this time is soft and sweet, so un-Preston like, and it’s not long before I’m moaning out his name again as I come around his dick.
I love this softer side of him, just like I love his wild, uninhibited side. I love that he feels like he can be himself with me, that I can give him that sense of control he needs when he feels his world starting to spiral.
It’s an hour later when we finally emerge from the bedroom, having finally convinced him to let me clean up the cuts on his knuckles. I grab the first aid kit from the bathroom, making a mental note to top it up. At the rate we are going through the supplies, we’re going to run out pretty soon.
“—hospital with a broken nose, fractured ribs and a concussion,” Barrett is saying when I return to the living room. He’s glaring at Preston, still pissed off with him over his behaviour at school earlier. I get why he’s annoyed. We have enough on our plates, but I can’t find it in me to be angry at Preston for standing up for me. While what I said to him earlier is true, I don’t need him to stick up for me, I can’t deny the flicker of warmth, or clenching of my pussy, at knowing he beat the shit out of Neill for me.
“Is he pressing charges?” I ask, perching on the coffee table and taking Preston’s hand in mine, dabbing at the cuts with alcohol wipes.
“He won’t,” Preston insists confidently. I raise my eyebrows at his certainty. How can he be sure? “He wouldn’t press charges against a one-percenter,” he explains, seeing the confusion on my face. Right, of course. The omnipotent one-percenters can literally get away with anything. I roll my eyes at the ludicrousy, but honestly, it works in our favour, so for once, I’m glad of his godlike status.
Barrett glares at Preston for another few minutes before sighing and moving away, collapsing onto the seat beside him. “We need to make a move against the one-percenters,” he says, making me wonder what else happened at school today. Picking off the one-percenters is definitely on our to-do list, but with the threat of Kirk and The Feral Beasts, our vendetta against them has taken a bit of a back seat for the moment. “Starting with the Hawthorns.”
Chapter 9
It’s been a couple of days since the incident at school and thankfully there has been no more drama. On the downside, I’m going stir crazy stuck in this warehouse all day every day.
I’m pulling on my jean shorts when Ty comes barging into the room. “Ah good, you’re nearly dressed,” he says, closing the door and leaning back against it, taking in my half naked body. I’ve only got a bra on, my still damp hair hangs down my back as I button my shorts.
“Couldn’t you have waited five more minutes? Or at least knocked?” I grouch, glaring at him as I dig around in the drawer for a t-shirt.
“Nope,” he responds, popping the ‘p’. Someone’s in a playful mood today, although when isn’t Ty in good form?
“What if I was naked?” He just shrugs his shoulders.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen it all already. Besides, I wouldn’t wanna miss the opportunity to see all of you on display for me.” I roll my eyes at him.
“What if I’d been getting myself off?”
“And you didn’t invite me to watch?” He gasps in mock outrage. “Someone’s looking for a spanking with that sort of behaviour,” he says darkly, his voice husky with lust. Fuck, he’s got me ruining my underwear already.
“What did you come in here for?” I ask, clearing my throat and trying to shimmy away the dirty thoughts in my head.
“Oh, yes,” he says, shaking his own head. Knowing I affect him as much as he affects me makes me smile as I watch him try to pull his head out of the gutter. “We’re going out.”
“We are?” I ask, surprised. “Why? Where are we going?”
“No need for all the
questions, you’ll see soon enough. Just cover those amazing tits and let’s go.”
Quickly pulling on a pink t-shirt and a pair of converse, I turn to face Ty. His eyes slowly make their way up my body, heating my skin. He licks his lips before biting his lower lip. “Fuck, love, even fully dressed you have me wanting to abandon my plans, strip you naked and fuck you til you scream my name.”
“Why don’t you?” I purr. Who needs breakfast anyway? I’m pretty sure I could live off Ty induced orgasms.
He looks like he’s warring with himself, trying to decide what to do. After a moment, he closes his eyes and shakes his head again. When he looks at me again, there’s resolve in his eyes and I know I’m not going to get any morning sex today. Goddammit, I’m fucking horny now.
“I want to, love, trust me, it’s fucking killing me right now to say no, but what I have planned is even better.”
“Better than sex?” I gasp in mock shock. What the hell does he have planned that ranks higher than sex in Ty’s book?
He just laughs before bending down and lifting a backpack I hadn’t noticed him holding when he stormed in.
“Come on.”
“Where is everyone?” I ask, descending the stairs into the kitchen. I’m so used to all of us being here. The guys are all loud and boisterous. Barrett and Ty are always rambling on about something, so it feels weird when the place is as quiet as it is now.
“Preston and Barrett left for school already, and Aiden’s showering.”
Ty walks over to the coat rack by the door, grabbing jackets for us both.
“It’s just us?” I ask, taking my coat from his outstretched hand.
“Yup, just you and I.”
“Where are we going?” I hesitate, unsure whether or not leaving is a smart move.