BET

Chapter Thirty-One

Kasia

I watch Henry and Simon disappear towards the locker room doors, trying to determine where their heads are right now after the word vomit I just hurled at all of them. When I look back in front of me, Keagan is there, standing close enough to touch. I hear one of the locks clicking into place behind me and as if on cue, Keagan leans in and kisses me.

He kisses me with a hunger that I haven't felt from him before, fingers threading through my hair like he is trying to rip out the strands. Body pressing against mine like he wants to tackle me down to the floor and devour me. It takes me by surprise but heats my body in the way that I am starting to want him to do exactly that.

By the time he pulls away from my lips, I have to blink a few times to even remember where I am, lost swimming in the sensation of his lips that I can't even process my own surroundings let alone know what to do with my body.

Keagan steps back from me, reaching for the collar of his shirt and pulling it over his head. I take a deep breath, trailing the muscles in his abdomen with my eyes. He smiles knowingly which makes the urge to slap him rise up in me, but when he reaches for my hand, I let him take it in his instead, the thought melting out of my mind without hesitation.

Keagan pushes me backwards with his body, my legs struggling to keep up and almost falling backwards. I hit a hard surface and feel a set of hands grabbing me from behind. Over my shoulder stands Simon who reaches around and grabs my jaw in his hand, leaning my head back and kissing me just as rough as Keagan did earlier.

While my mouth is occupied and I am caged between their bodies, I can feel Keagan's fingers fumbling with the buttons on my skirt and slipping it down over my legs. I want to say their names, to ask if they heard me, if they agree and don't want this thing to end, if they still want to see me despite everything, but I am completely restricted by Simon's grip on my face and his tongue down my throat.

He finally releases my face, and his fingers move underneath my top, lifting it up and wrapping two large hands over my breasts, squeezing, and kneading them as Keagan removes my underwear, slipping it off of each leg and tossing it to the floor. I have to break the kiss then, my mouth falling open in a gasp.

With some sort of unspoken agreement, Keagan pushes me at the same time that Simon drags me back, knocking over the gym bag and water bottles that sit on the surface of one of the benches in the locker room and placing me down on it. Simon sits behind me, pulling me down so I'm lying on my back with my head in his lap. Keagan kneels in front of me at the end of the bench, smiling before spreading my legs apart and kissing his way up one of my thighs.

Simon holds my head steady, so I have no choice but to watch as Keagan descends between my legs, his tongue running up and down over me and pulling a moan out of my mouth. Out of the corner of my eyes, I see movement as Henry joins us, having retrieved a pack of condoms that he tosses on the floor next to the bench before kneeling down next to me.

I instinctively smile upon seeing his face, as gentle as always. A moment later, Keagan dips his tongue inside of me and my entire body responds. Back arching off the bench, thighs threatening to squeeze either side of his head, fingers reaching out for purchase on anything around me. Henry grabs my right hand where it hangs, threading our fingers together and letting me squeeze him while Keagan pushes my thighs apart.

Henry is quick to assist once more, hooking his other hand around my thigh to keep my legs from closing again. I let out a choked gasp then, with all my limps restricted I am totally helpless to the cascade of release that I feel building deep within me.

"Please," I squeak, unsure of what I am begging for, but squeezing my eyes together tightly as I wiggle in their hold.

"Poor thing," Simon tuts from above me, his hands still holding onto my head and neck, keeping them locked in place. "Are you going to cry?"