Not A Peep: A Forbidden, Bully, Dark College Romance, page 7
“Pull my dick out of my pants,” he orders softly.
At this, I balk. “What? No.”
One of his brows raises. “Did you think we’d just dress you up for the fun of it, doll?”
Yes, that’s what I was hoping for. I don’t say this out loud though. Apparently, I don’t need to. Grant chuckles softly and says,
“We plan to use your body however we see fit. If we want you dressed a certain way, you will. If we want our cocks buried deep in your ass, bursting at the seams with our cum, we’ll have you that way too.” He sighs, his smile fading. “Now, take. My. Dick. Out.”
I can’t maintain eye contact anymore. The heat blossoming in my body cools a bit as I think about the implications of this arrangement. The soft hand that had run down my back returns, settling around the back of my neck.
“Come on, dollie. You’ll be fine, I promise,” Jason murmurs.
Weirdly enough, his gentle voice is the push I need to do this. Holding my breath, I reach forward and jerk Grant’s pants down. His dick is long and hard, staring back at me expectantly.
“Wrap your mouth around me and hold me in there.” Grant orders.
When was the last time I sucked a dick? Freshman year of college? It’s never been one of my favorite things to do. Will it be like riding a bike? I rise up with my hands on his thighs and open my mouth. As I wrap my lips around the tip of his dick, Grant jerks. It’s a slight movement, but it does something to me. My confidence creeps back and that heat simmering low beneath my skin spikes. He may be in charge and Mr. Confident, but he’s not unaffected by me. I can use this against him.
My tongue teases the head of his dick again before I take him deeper into my mouth. My fingers dig into his thighs. As I take him as far back as I can go without choking, I give Grant’s dick a hard suck. He doesn’t say a word but his muscles clench and his dick twitches.
“I didn’t say to suck, I said to hold me there,” he corrects, his voice even and controlled. His hand suddenly comes down onto the back of my head and shoves me further down. I choke and sputter as his dick hits the back of my throat. Tears blur my eyes. I fight as breathing becomes difficult. Grant’s body trembles as he laughs. The others around me laugh as well, while I struggle.
Grant relents. His hand remains on my head, but he allows me to come up for air. I drag in deep breaths through my nose as my body shakes in shock.
“Jason, it’s you that she wants. How about you show our doll exactly how you expect her to please you using me as your example?” Grant suggests as casually as one would discuss the weather.
“I would love to.” The laughter that follows Jason’s enthusiasm is sinister. It causes my trembling to return. “Trip, can you keep our doll occupied?”
“I’ll try.” Trip’s hand lands on my exposed back. The rough calluses on his hands make it easy to identify him.
A hand gathers my hair again, but this time it lacks the biting grip like before.
“Alright, dollie, let me show you how I like it. Be a good little doll and suck now,” Jason says. He must’ve scooted closer because his voice is right there beside me now. It’s confirmed when he scoots over into view, to sit next to Grant. He’s leaning forward. It’s his hand in my hair now, and his eyes I lock onto.
I’ve daydreamed about Jason for so long. Now, in a sick and twisted way, I nearly have him.
Pretend it’s him you’re pleasuring. That he’s the only person in the room, I tell myself as I gently suck on Grant’s dick. It’s hard to believe the fantasy but I block everything out to try.
Jason’s smile is soft and reassuring as he nods. “There you go. Keep sucking softly.”
He applies pressure to the back of my head and forces me back down Grant’s dick. When he pulls my hair, my head comes back up. Grant’s hips jerk as my tongue caresses the underside of him. I ignore the handsome running back to stare into his friend’s hazel eyes.
I can do this. The words in my head shake with nervousness, just like the rest of my body now.
The callused hand on my back slides down. Over my ass, which is squeezed hard once, then slides further south. I pretend the hand belongs to Jason. That it’s him pushing aside my panties and his fingers sliding through my folds.
“Oh hell,” Trip laughs softly. “Our doll isn’t such a bore after all. Look at how wet she is. Better yet, listen to how wet she is.” Fingers push inside of me. There’s no mistaking the wet slopping sounds of my arousal as two fingers pump in and out of me.
How is this possible? Why is my body betraying me right now? I shouldn’t be getting turned on as Trip’s fingers caress my insides. But as they slide in and out with a slight curve and the right amount of pressure, I can’t stop the hard shudder of pleasure that causes my legs to tremble. I keep my eyes trained on Jason, allowing my imagination to run wild.
Jason’s gaze is intense as he guides me up and down his friend’s dick, but his smile remains soft. There are dimples forming in his cheeks as it grows wider. The twinkle that flares to life in those eyes draws me in and holds me captive. A third finger is inserted into me. My body clenches around them and I gasp softly around Grant’s dick as they scissor and twist inside of me. A thumb finds my clit and I choke on a moan.
Stop it! You’re not supposed to enjoy this! They’re using you! Blackmailing you! My mind’s screams of anger and embarrassment do nothing to assuage the growing pleasure between my legs. Hell, it can’t even stop the next moan that my throat lets free.
Grant’s hips jerk upward again.
“That’s a good dollie,” Jason coos. “Now, I want you to suck harder. Reach forward and grab Grant’s balls and give them a tug.”
I try to suppress the mounting pleasure between my legs, but I can tell I’m failing miserably.
“Fuck, I’m drenched.” I can feel Trip’s hand shake inside me as he laughs. “She makes a mighty fine doll.”
His words stir both resentment and pride in my chest. The emotions are at odds with each other.
I suck on Grant’s dick harder before reaching up and cupping his balls. Grant lets out a shaky breath as Jason begins to move my head faster, up and down his friend’s shaft. He shoves me further down until I’m choking again but immediately, he pulls my head back. Up and down, my head moves. There’s so much spit dripping down Grant’s shaft, it slides over his balls and into my hand. The warmth of it seems to add to Grant’s pleasure because he grunts.
The fingers inside me pull out. I’m not sure if I’m relieved or frustrated. There’s no time to decide because the fingers, coated with my arousal, slide through my folds, teasing around my entrance, and purposefully toy with my clit. The teasing builds the intensity of the unwanted desire between my legs until I’m desperate for a reprieve. I want the fingers to disappear.
I want them inside of me.
The fact that I can’t make up my mind makes me all the more frustrated. Tears leak down my cheeks as I fight the mixed feelings burning inside of me. My throat grows raw as Grant’s dick continues to hit it. I breathe through my nose as best I can. The fingers between my legs dive back inside, moving with renewed effort to work me into the same frenzy I’m bringing Grant to. Before I realize what I’m doing, my back bows and legs spread wider.
I suck on Grant’s dick harder. My tongue works around him, caressing and applying pressure here and there. In my hand, I can feel his balls begin to rise. My other hand comes up on its own accord and grips the base of Grant’s dick. I stroke whatever I can’t manage to get into my mouth. Grant seems to like this because he lets out a harsh huff.
“I’m going to cum, doll. You’ll hold it in your mouth like a good slut,” he orders through clenched teeth.
Hold it in my mouth? Gross. I can’t protest since Jason’s hand won’t let me up from Grant’s dick. Pressure is applied to my clit, surprising me, and all thoughts of holding Grant’s cum in my mouth are momentarily forgotten as my body clamps down around the fingers inside of me and I start to convulse. Involuntarily, I suck hard on Grant as I try to breathe through the unwanted orgasm rushing through me. It spurs on his release and hot ropes of salty cum hit the back of my throat.
“Hold it in your mouth, dollface,” Trip reminds me just as I’m about to swallow in order to breathe.
My orgasm subsides but the trembling in my body doesn’t stop. If anything, it grows harder. Shock that I could even cum at a time like this has shredded my nerves. Tears continue to run down my cheeks as Grant finishes with a final thrust into my mouth. Jason yanks the back of my head by my hair, effectively lifting me off Grant, onto my feet, and then pulls me down into his lap. I allow it simply because I’m not in the right frame of mind to fight at the moment.
To my surprise, his lips crash down onto mine. His tongue forces its way into my mouth. As I open for him, Grant’s cum spills into Jason’s mouth. He swallows it eagerly before his tongue caresses and teases mine. I sit there in his lap, too shocked to return the vigorous kisses. But Jason doesn’t seem bothered by my lack of participation. He cups my face and explores my mouth intently.
Other lips skim across my neck. Hands grab my hips from behind and hold me possessively. The coaxing of Jason’s tongue and his eagerness to explore my mouth shift the shock to something else. Something… other. I lean into him. My hands rest on Jason’s chest as something in the back of my head whispers,
You’ve wanted this for so long.
My tongue sweeps through his mouth cautiously. He tastes of vodka, semen, and… chocolate? Had he eaten something sweet before our meeting tonight? I definitely don’t hate it. But then again, in my daydreams, I never hated anything we did together. I lean more into the kiss, my hips coming up just so I can press my core against the bulge in his pants. When Jason groans, the muscles in my back begin to relax, and I allow myself to push away the horrific reality of my situation.
“There you go, dollface,” Trip murmurs from behind me. His callused hands grip my hips tighter.
To my surprise, he moves them for me, helping me grind against Jason’s erection. Along my shoulder, the kisses become slight nips. The slight sting sends a jolt of electricity between my legs. My breathing becomes shaky, and I can feel myself growing wetter as I grind against Jason’s thick, hard length.
The young man I’ve been dying to taste for a year now groans and pulls away from me. Bright pink lipstick is smeared across his mouth. Before I can protest, or sigh in relief, Jason manages to pull his pants down between us just enough for his dick to spring free.
“Come here, dollie. I can’t wait anymore for you,” he rasps.
Trip moves my hips for me, placing my body over Jason’s. A small blip of sanity creeps in, even as my legs tremble harder and my core clenches with anticipation.
“Condom—”
“Don’t need one with you, dollie,” Jason groans, his lips traveling over my neck.
Grant chuckles darkly. “Don’t worry, we know you have that little copper implant.”
“We should get rid of it.” Jason growls, his lips never leaving my neck.
Trip snorts. “Relax, Jay, don’t get too pussy-struck.”
I should be disgusted, appalled, but Jason nips my earlobes, and he tilts his hips to nudge at my entrance. Sanity slips away as I stare down into Jason’s face. His pupils are so blown, they’re nearly black. The expression on his face shifts from sweet to hungry in a heartbeat. As Trip brings my hips down, Grant grabs my face, forcing me to turn my gaze away from Jason to stare into his face.
“You’re a mess dollface,” he murmurs. His eyes drop to my lips. He leans forward and captures my mouth with his just as Trip brings me down around Jason.
I moan loudly as my body stretches to accommodate Jason’s girth. How long has it been since I’ve had sex? A year? Mentally, I roll my eyes. It’s definitely teetering toward two years. There hasn’t been anyone except for Jason that I’ve even wanted to touch, let alone have sex with. And here I am with him right now. The thought sends my heart into a wild flutter. I moan again, a little softer this time as my body clenches around Jason’s dick.
“That’s right, dollie, hold me tight,” Jason grumbles.
I sink into the kiss with Grant, lost in the intensity of the moment. Someone yanks down my top and bra, exposing my nipples to the world. Jason’s mouth comes down and takes as much of my breast into his mouth as he can and sucks hard. His tongue teases my nipple as Grant’s tongue clashes with mine.
“Tell me how she feels,” Trip orders. He moves my hips for me, helping me rock up and down on his friend. We both breathe heavily.
Jason grunts as he pulls away from my breast and Trip helps me pick up speed. “You feel like dreams coming true, dollie. This is where we all have wanted to be for a year, and all the waiting has been worth it. Your pussy is the Heisman trophy, your lips are like tasting fruit from a forbidden tree, and your body… Holding you is like holding the world. Fuck, I’m never letting you go.”
His words cause my body to grip him tighter than ever. I can feel Jason’s heartbeat deep inside of me. I ride him harder, not needing Trip’s support now.
“Well damn,” Trip growls, his breath hitting the back of my shoulder. His lips skim down the length of my neck. Jason’s mouth comes back down to my breast. This time he sucks eagerly and with renewed energy. It’s nearly painful.
I hate that I love it.
My tongue explores Grant’s mouth almost eagerly now, unable to feel anything but hate, desire, and desperation. There is a coiling tension gathering between my legs again. Any minute I’ll be imploding and—
Jason’s mouth bites down on my breast so hard I scream into Grant’s mouth, my body stiffening. I scream again as Trip’s teeth latch onto my shoulder. He does it with such force that I know he’s breaking skin. As both of them bite me, Jason’s release spills inside of me. He grunts against my breast as his hips thrust upward. Tears stream down my cheeks hard as their teeth dig into me for dear life.
Grant pulls away with a harsh laugh.
Trip’s hands hook under my arms. He pulls me off Jason, who cries out in protest, and lowers me onto my stomach down on the plush rug. Tears stream down my cheeks as too many emotions boil over. Sniffing, I push myself onto my hands and knees. Trip’s hands grab me by my hips and pull me back hard. I don’t expect it, but with one hard thrust, his dick drives into me. My screech is cut off as my body clenches around his long dick, desperate to find the release that it was denied.
“Oh fuck, you were right, Jay,” Trip hisses.
My body has a mind of its own. I can’t control the way my hips push into Trip’s pelvis or stop the soft whining that slips past my lips.
“That’s right, dollface, let me hear your cries,” Trip growls.
Skin slapping together is the loudest sound in the room. Callused fingers come around my waist and tease my clit. I gasp before my back bows, and I cry out. I shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be doing this. Hell, these guys shouldn’t be better than all my previous lovers.
Yet here I am, and I can’t stop the pleasure from mounting. My body clenches around Trip as my orgasm billows through me. Trip swears loudly and cries out, “Goddamn it, she’s milking me!”
That’s when I feel his release jet up into my core. The twitching of his cock keeps my orgasm going and I cry out. I press my ass harder into Trip’s hips as he holds my waist with a bruising grip. After a moment, my body sags. When Trip pulls out of me, I fall flat onto my stomach, breathing heavily. There’s movement behind me. I don’t bother to lift my head. As reality comes crashing back, someone grabs my thighs and spins me around.
“Oh!” I look up into Grant’s harsh smirk. Just like Jason, his mouth is smeared with bright pink lipstick. I can only imagine what my own mouth looks like.
“Enjoying yourself, dollface?”
I shake my head. It’s then that I realize the trembling coursing through my body never stopped. I only realize it because it becomes harder now that they’re done with me. Grant pulls my legs apart to scoot between them on his knees. He laughs. The sound is cold and twisted.
“You have something of mine,” he says.
“N-no.” I shake my head again, not sure what to say or think.
“Yes, and I want it back.” His arms hook under my legs and he brings my hips up, his head down, and suddenly his mouth latches onto my core.
I cry out in surprise as his tongue slides through my folds and deep into my pussy. Though his warm mouth and skilled tongue feel good, I’m overly sensitive after two orgasms. This is the most I’ve ever gone in one night. Squirming, I try to pull away, but Grant’s hold tightens as he eats the mess his friends left in their wake. I groan and squeeze my eyes shut. When Grant pulls his mouth away from between my legs, I think he’s done.
I’m wrong.
Grant’s teeth clamp down so hard onto my inner thigh that I’m afraid he’s going to take a chunk out of me. I scream. I attempt to flail my legs, but he holds them tight as he adds more pressure. I slap at him. This does the trick. He pulls his head away and glares down at me.
“Hit me again, and I’ll make it really hurt.”
The warning in his voice causes me to still. Well, I try to still. The trembling is now full force as I stare up at him in disbelief. His eyes drift over me. The anger on his face disappears as his eyes skim over my body.
“We’ve marked you, dollface. Our deal is now official.” He shoots a look at the others. “She’s ours now.” The satisfaction radiating from him vibrates around me.
Trip laughs. I can’t stomach looking at anyone. Laying on my back, I stare up at the ceiling.
“Well,” Jason starts. “That was fun. I can’t wait to do more of this.”
Seven
More of this? There’s going to be more?
His words don’t register until I’ve changed back into my clothes, wiped off the lipstick from my face, left Grant’s apartment, and made it back to my place. It’s in the shower that the trembling finally subsides and my heart stops jackhammering. The tears don’t stop though. They didn’t stop when I left their apartment, nor did they slow down when I drove home. They race down my cheeks harder than ever under the hot water and only cease when my eyes flutter shut and sleep finds me when I tuck myself into bed.
