ḾṎᕍ⁅ᖇṈ ℄Ṏv⁅ | The Lost Boys

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⚠️Warnings: a bit smutty between 3 people ⚠️

The boys returned hours later—long enough for David to do his worst and then clean up afterward.

However, the boys knew exactly what we'd been up to. No amount of water could scrub the hickeys he'd left behind or the permanent blush on my cheeks.

I sat on the couch, my legs tossed over David's lap. At the same time, Paul, Marko, and Dwayne came jogging in, chatting about something that happened on their outing adamantly.

David lifts his head, addressing them. "Fun time?"

"Not as fun as yours," said Marko.

None of them brought food back. Maybe the boys had eaten while they were out and didn't bother to bring any back to David and me. Come to think of it, I couldn't remember the last meal I ate.

It didn't really matter—I wasn't too hungry anyway.

David stood, easing my legs off of him. "I'll take my leave, then. Take care of her, okay?"

Paul mock saluted him. "Sir, yes, sir."

Inwardly, I smirk, sharing a look with David. His eyes flash with warning, a silent order to not say anything. He walks away, kissing my forehead, and leaves me to the wolves.

Paul and Marko are on me instantly, Dwayne taking his place in the back of the cave with the little boy, Laddie.

"Have a fun time, babe?" asked Paul.

"Yeah."

Paul snickered, a crooning a suggestive yeah as he situated himself behind me, urging me to let against him.

Marko pushes my knees apart, sitting between my legs. "I've been looking forward to this all fuckin' night." He skims his hands over my bare thighs, meeting my gaze. "Did David ruin your shorts?"

He pulls at the hem of my too-big T-shirt, exposing my underwear to the two of them. My squeal, trying to push the shirt back down, but Paul snatched my hands away.

"Never did tell you how cute your panties are," says Marko.

My face burns red. "Don't tease me."

"I fully intend to finish what I start, baby."

Marko has me shimmy out of my panties, leaving them to dangle over one ankle. He then dipped his head and kissed my entrance once before licking a broad strip.

"Shit." My head falls back against Paul's shoulder. "Don't do that, David came—" A moan cut me off. It seemed that Marko didn't care much that David had cum inside of me or that there were specks of blood coloring my thighs.

"You like it when Marko eats you out, baby?" Paul murmured. "Does it feel good? C'mon, tell him. He won't know unless you tell him."

"Feels good—fuck—so good." My hips roll unconsciously, seeking friction. Both the boys put an arm around me, which might as well've been an iron band, holding me in place.

Marko's fingers replaced his tongue, prying me open with two from the get-go. He plunged as deep as he could, spreading his fingers to push the boundaries of my walls. Paul's hand slithered down my stomach, and he tapped my clit.

I moan, voice high and so unlike my own.

"Let out those noises, baby," Paul encourages.

He pinched my clit harshly, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. It was such an intense type of pleasure that it had my eyes rolling in the back of my head. I fell apart for them, my body shaking from overstimulation. Paul shifts his hips forward, grinding his erection against my backside.

His finger starts to move again, matching Marko's eager thrusts. My grip their wrists, hoping to stop—or at least slow—them.

"W-Wait!" I squeeze my legs shut, but Marko's presence prevents them from fully closing. "What about you?"

Marko looks past me at Paul. They share a look. "What about us?"

Paul nuzzles the space behind my ear. "What're you offering, baby?"

"I-It's just, you've done a lot for me ... it's not fair to you guys. Right?"

The room takes a collective to inhale.

"Such a generous girl." Paul pinches my ass, kissing my temple. "You think you can take us, baby? How do you want us?"

"How do you want me?"

Marko's eyes darken. He licks his lip. "I've got a couple of ideas."

"Jack it in the bathroom," Dwayne all but barks. "I'm sick of plugging Laddie's ears."

I peer over the couch and find a little boy sitting beside Dwayne, working his way through a package of beef jerky. An instant blush colours my face, and I sink down as far as possible.

"Sorry, bud." Paul shrugged off his jacket and slipped it over my shoulders. "We'll take this elsewhere."