Corrupting Chastity - Krista Wolf Page 0,67
belief.
But I never once complained.
In fact, the more that I had them? The more it seemed I both wanted and needed them. The more the guys took turns screwing me silly, the more eager I was to see them, to kiss them, to jump their hard, muscular bodies and straddle them to the core, screwing them every bit as hard and as deeply as they did me.
Physically I craved them. Emotionally I was invested. We got along like best friends, in ways I sadly hadn’t with any of my ex-boyfriends. Yet at any given moment one or more of us would get that lustful look in their eye, and a minute later we’d be screwing like rabbits. Sometimes wherever the hell we happened to be.
I’d been nailed all over the house, in every room, every corridor. I’d taken Senan on the pool table, which was way harder than it looks by the way. Ander had me in the freezing cold, our jackets still on, bent over the balcony of the front porch while waiting for a pizza to be delivered. And Brett and I had finally screwed at school — a dangerous but exhilarating romp in the stacks of the Baker Library. We’d all but gotten caught by a pair of undergraduates passing through, but I’d gotten my skirt down in time to make it look at least probable we were only searching for part of a lost earring.
Through it all however, every spare minute I wasn’t with them I was working hard on the new iteration of Train Direct.
As with most projects still in the honeymoon phase, my newly-imagined version of the software was coming along swimmingly. I had the web-based interface working nicely, and the calorie counter hooked up to a constantly-updated database of the latest foods and menu items. Brett was prepping the server side of things, and making sure our hardware could handle a much larger user base. Ander was creating sales materials that would help him demo the finished product when he brought it from gym to gym, and Jaime was well ahead of me on the app design. That was his specialty, and often I hung his progress waiting on me to finish a few things on my end.
I knew two good marketing gurus, and a third who was a whiz with optimization. I also had an uncashed favor I could call in, when I was ready. If done correctly it would help garner some serious and instant exposure for us, as long as the product was polished to perfection.
By the end of the third week, Heather’s wedding crashed into my schedule like a meteor I hadn’t been checking the sky for. I ended up taking Senan, and we danced all night together in the same dazzling red dress he’d helped me pick out not long after he’d taken my virginity. Half my friends were spellbound by how unbelievably hot he was, and the others were so uncontrollably jealous they pretended not to notice. We ended the evening buzzed and exhilarated, stumbling up to our hotel room sometime around midnight. Once there, he stripped me down to the matching bra and panty set I’d picked up just for the occasion.
I was on my knees in no time, going down on him hungrily when we were interrupted by a low knock at the door.
“Hang on a sec,” he said, pulling himself from my greedy mouth. “Hold that thought.”
His smile should’ve told me everything. I shouldn’t really have been all that shocked and surprised as he opened the door… and Ander came striding right through.
“Well well well,” laughed Senan, glancing back at me. “Guess whose night just got a whole lot better?”
My stomach rolled. My smile widened.
“Ummm… mine?”
My head swam with all new possibilities. Possibilities that included me having the hottest wedding night in the entire hotel — even better than the bride and groom.
Ander took one look at me on my knees — my ass all but swallowing my red satin G-string — and started unbuckling his belt.
“You didn’t think I was gonna miss after-wedding sex,” he chuckled, “did you?”
Fifty-Three
CHASTITY
I want to meet her, Senan. Please.
I only asked once. He didn’t hesitate to deliver. It was a short drive to his mother’s house — his birth place, the place he grew up in. The neighborhood was beautiful. Small. Quiet. The houses had been built a long time ago, and were dwarfed by the properties they sat on.
“Mom, this is Delaina.”
His mother was a tall, thin