They move me into another orgasm before letting themselves come. Victor is first, his huge cock squeezed to within an inch of its life inside me, spilling himself into my body and then just lying there while Aaron continues to move. With the cock ring, he’s able to go for much longer, stirring up my body to new heights of pleasure before we come crashing down together on the other side.
He reaches between us to stop the vibration on the ring, but he doesn’t move. For a long time, nobody does. And even when we do; we don’t go far. I run my ass to the bathroom to clean up and Victor joins me, washing his cock in the shower as we stare each other down.
“You’re lucky I love you both so much,” he says to me, tilting his head slightly to one side, wet hair falling into his face. “If I didn’t love Aaron as a brother, I would kill him.”
“I know,” I respond, and by the time we get back downstairs, Aaron has made scrambled eggs and filled three glasses with water.
We take the food back to the bed to eat together, and really, that’s the last thing I remember before passing out.
Blessed be the stars, I guess, because the three of us end up falling asleep on the bed together … and playing a second showing come morning.
We do not make it into Prescott High that day. The best I can manage is to get dressed in pj’s so that Aaron and I can go grab the girls from Jennifer’s and drop them off at school.
And when the other boys show up after class, I can tell they know.
“Whoa,” Hael whistles, clapping his hands together as Aaron and Vic both smoke on the back porch, four chairs between them, not at all interested in interacting with each other. Let’s be honest here: there is no interest in this for either of them save for me. “Did you guys shack up together last night?”
He’s playing the jovial clown, but when I look at him, I can see just a hint of darkness in his expression, and that scares the shit out of me. We lock gazes, but he just smiles like it doesn’t bother him. Because Hael has a long fuse, the other boys forget sometimes that he’s just like them, bathed in blackness and pain and violence. But not me. I won’t forget. I give him the most genuine smile I can muster and watch as he actively tries to tamp down on his rage.
“Get fucked, Harbin,” Aaron says at the same time that Victor tells him to eat shit.
“Well that answers that,” Hael says, grinning from ear to ear as Callum crouches on one of the chairs in the middle, and I stand just behind it, watching them. “Did you guys measure dicks? Did you get in a little double penetration? Hmm? Inquiring minds want to know.”
“Hael, I’m not going to tell you again: leave us alone.” Victor doesn’t even bother looking at his friend. Instead, he stands up and heads inside without so much as looking at me. He doesn’t want any of the others to think he’s getting soft.
I don’t think he really needs to worry about that; we all know he’s an asshole.
“I see you’ve been using your time here to be productive,” Oscar quips, but I just turn a look on him that makes his eyes narrow. I know what I look like right now: cocky, triumphant, victorious.
“Oh, you have no idea,” I purr, turning and letting the robe I’m wearing gape open. Oscar’s eyes find my naked body before flicking up to my face. Every story has its arcs, and I intend on making this one about conquest. I’m going to own all five of these boys and their hot asses. “Stick around instead of running off next time, and maybe you’ll get to see for yourself?”
“I would,” he replies coolly, giving me nothing, his true feelings hidden behind glasses, tattoos, and a nice suit, “if there was anything worth sticking around for.”
I scoff as I push past him and head inside. I’ve gotta get dressed properly this time, so I can go with Aaron to pick up the girls. Oscar follows me in, but when I hit the stairs and turn back to look at him. He walks right past me and into the kitchen, like he had no intention of following me at all.