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Chapter

Twenty

CHAOS

I t took every ounce of strength I had not to storm out of my room and into Merri’s when I opened the link to her video feed and saw the graphic displaying her adorable cartoon avatar blowing a kiss. I was not a watcher . I was a fucking doer . Especially after I decided I was going to do something.

I quite literally could not recall the last time I’d been stuck on the bench. I was used to being the number one draft pick. So, to say that I was not handling my loss to Sin well... I glanced at the remains of what used to be an antique bookcase. Whoops. Malice wouldn’t be pleased to find I’d destroyed one of his many pieces of furniture, but it was that or go steal her away and keep her for myself.

It didn’t make me feel any better knowing that I was stuck here among all the other riffraff as well. Merri had opened the chat early, and there was a little countdown at the top of the screen signaling the start of tonight’s livestream.

Already, comments were pouring in from some of her most loyal fans.

CallMeMommy: The antici . . .. . .. . . .pation is killing me

TIs4Tony: God, baby. I can’t believe you’re doing this for us.

EverySteve: Do you need to warm up first? I can get you wet with my words if you want.

BigMan69: My lotion and tissue are on standby. Things are about to get messy.

TheRealMan: I never thought she’d fuck someone and let us watch.

OnMyKnees4U: Does anybody know who the guest star is?

TheSingularity: If only something existed where you could search for that information.

PrettyPenny: This is going to be so fucking good!

1N3V1T@BL3: Of course it will be good. She’s too perfect for it not to.

Bob1212: It would be better if she was there with @PrettyPenny instead.

ShyGuy25: I’m just hopeful she stays safe. Why does she need to do this?

Bob1212: Stop complaining, you tosser. She’s doing it for all of us who need more than what we’ve been getting.

ThisIsSparta: Or maybe she’s doing it for herself.

BigMan69: Looks like she’s graduated from camgirl to being a whore. That’s good for us, boys. Maybe there will be a signup sheet for her next partner. We could run a train on her.

CallMeMommy: Don’t hold your breath. Actually, scratch that. Definitely hold your breath.

Rage boiled in my veins at the word whore . Who was he to call her a whore?

“Your mother should have swallowed,” I growled, gripping the arms of my chair hard enough the wood creaked. Before I could type exactly what I thought of him, the screen changed and Merri walked into the frame.

“Oh, hi there. I’m so glad you all could join me tonight,” she said as she sat on the end of her bed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I guess you’re as excited by yesterday’s announcement as I am. There are”—her eyes darted to the side of her screen and then widened—“Wow! So many of you.”

My eyes flicked to the same place she must’ve been looking, the little icon on the left of the video feed. Upwards of ten thousand people were watching, with more joining every second. Malice had been right to be concerned about them crashing the site.

“You get them all warmed up for me, baby girl?” Sin said from somewhere off camera. “I know they’re really here to see you, but I’ve got a few sparklers in the audience.”

The screen filled with floating reactions from the sparklers in question. A fuck ton of them. They were the superfans of Sin’s band, The Apocalyptic Unicorns. Rabid, feral, and thirsty AF, as he so often said. And they were proving him correct.

#1Sinner: OMG. Sin you sound so gooood.

TIs4Tony: I thought that guy was dead.

Baberino22: Stop teasing us and come on camera.

CherryPie: I bet he looks as good as ever.

ACourtOfLadyDeath: Forget how his face looks. I was promised some dick. I mean, that’s really why we’re all here, right? To see if it’s as big as they say?

OnMyKnees4U: Is he really even here?

SinStan: Of course he is. Sin never lets us down. Swooooon.

ShyGuy25: Really, Merri? A washed-up rock star? If you wanted to have sex for an audience, you could have asked me.

SparkleGirl4Life: Oh look, it’s a pick-me boy.

Gumdrop: Haters gonna hate. No one is sexier than Sinclair St. James!

ApocalypticUnicorns#1Fan: Sing us something, Sin. Do it while you’re naked!

PrettyPenny: God, you guys are good. I can’t wait to see what happens when you actually get the show started.

SinEater: Say my name when you cum, Sin.

SinEater: It’s Amy.

LadyPancakes: Dead. I’m officially dead. Someone notify my next of kin. It was good knowing you.

Anxietea: OMG I’m pretty sure that was his shadow in the bathroom doorway.

TheSingularity: And people wonder at the state of the world.

ThisIsSparta: You’re just jealous he’s getting all the attention.

1N3V1T@BL3: Aren’t we all?

ShyGuy25: He doesn’t deserve her.

TheSingularity: And you think you do?

ShyGuy25: At least I care about her.

TIs4Tony: Boy, this ain’t about feelings. It’s about pussy.

Sin took that moment to saunter into view. He was dressed in a mesh shirt and ripped black jeans, his hair tousled and a smirk on his face. It was no wonder he’d so easily become a rock star. The man probably defined the look. The chat exploded with his fans, who were foaming at the mouth for any sort of acknowledgment from him, but he only had eyes for Merri.

I couldn’t blame him. She was an absolute smoke show. Her skin was glowing, her long hair up in a perfect ponytail. I wondered if Sin would wrap it around his hand so he could tug her head back. It’s what I would have used it for. A pretty handle to put her where I needed her.

“Miss me?” he asked, reaching for her and sliding his hand along her waist before he tugged her against him.

“Of course I did.”

“Should we give these good people a show?”

Merri bit down on her bottom lip and nodded. “I think that’s what they’re here for.”

ShyGuy25: Merri, please. We love you without all this. Just come back to doing what you’ve always done.

Bob1212: Shut the fuck up. Don’t ruin this for the rest of us.

TIs4Tony: No one is forcing you to be here. Sack up or fuck off.

SinStan: Shhhh! He’s taking his shirt off!

EverySteve: His shirt was transparent. What’s the big deal? Take off your nightie, Merri.

TheSingularity: Seriously. Does no one realize that the world is literally ending? How are you this obsessed with some has-been’s state of undress?

Anxietea: It’s called disassociation. Look it up.

I laughed out loud at Malice getting roasted by one of Sin’s fans. It almost made up for having to watch Merri perform with him.

ThisIsSparta:

LadyPancakes: Do you SEE the way he’s looking at her? Are they really in love? I think they might be.

ACourtOfLadyDeath: Forget the way he’s looking at her. Do you see that bulge in his pants?

SinEater: Amy. A-M-Y. Just once. Please, Sin.

“Then give me some sugar, kitten,” Sin breathed before claiming her lips.

Once again, the chat exploded, but I ignored it in favor of watching her. The way she melted against him. The way she curled her fingers in his hair. The soft sigh she released when he nipped her bottom lip. I memorized all of it.

And I coveted it.

“Mmm, you smell so good,” she whispered against his mouth. “It might be my favorite scent.”

The chat continued flying across the screen. People complaining they couldn’t hear. Others begging them to get the show going. And then, one lone sad man telling Merri she didn’t need to be with Sin for money.

What a judgmental prick.

With a smirk, Sin started walking Merri backward toward the bed, his finger hooked beneath the strap of her red nightie. The fabric floated to the floor, but he stood in front of her, offering us nothing but a tease of her bare hips. Fuck, she wasn’t wearing any panties.

The chat was visible in my periphery, moving at a rapid pace as people interacted. I didn’t pay it much mind. I was too busy watching as Sin shoved her back until she had no choice but to fall onto the bed. Then, with a quick look at the camera, he winked and dropped to his knees, showing us everything Merri had on display.

A soft groan escaped me at the sight of her glistening folds. My cock ached, begging me for relief. I knew it was a futile wish, but part of me hoped Merri could feel what she was doing to me. That she would be able to differentiate my lust from the thousands of others falling in love with her right now.

The memory of what her perfect cunt smelled like was a phantom that teased and taunted me as Sin’s head blocked my view. I wanted nothing more than for him to get the fuck out of my way and let me see her open and wet, all swollen with desire. Until she arched her back and cried out for all of us to hear. Sin had closed the gap between them, and though I couldn’t see what exactly he was doing, it was evident he was doing it well.

Slender fingers threaded in his hair, tangling in the strands just before she pulled him in closer. Her painted toes curled as Sin groaned against her, and she cried out his name. Curse the gods, I wanted to hear my name from her, not his.

From the flurry of activity on the chat feed, others felt the same. One comment in particular jumped out at me.

1N3V1T@BL3: Hard to be a brat when you’re being such a good girl and moaning so sweetly for us.

Glad to see I wasn’t the only one of my brothers so affected by her. Not that it was news at this point. Just a nice reminder that I wasn’t suffering alone. My cock gave a throb, as though reminding me it was still there, still waiting for some friction.

Usually this was the point where I stubbornly refused to give in to my desire. But I was done with that. Not only was it futile, but the whole point of this exercise was to give Merri what she needed. And I was done denying her anything.

Reaching down, I palmed my cock and rocked my hips upward in a few shallow thrusts. On instinct, I hissed in pleasure, a damp patch already growing on my basketball shorts. Fuck, Sin was a lucky bastard.

“Make her come, Sinclair,” I grumbled. “She needs it.”

Her fingers tightened in his hair, and she whimpered, thighs shaking as a climax began to roll through her. How did I know that? Because I fucking felt it. It was just like the first time she’d come and I burst into Sin’s room, wondering what the hell had happened to me. We were rooms apart, but her energy still swept over me like a wave, starting at my feet and building as it moved up my body.

“Fuuuuck,” I groaned, long and loud. I didn’t care who heard me.

She continued her desperate whines as Sin ate her like a starving man, and I barely had time to pull my cock free of the confines of my shorts before my own orgasm stole my ability to breathe or think. My body was awash with conflicting sensations, warm and blissful while somehow being almost painful at the same time.

My eyes rolled back in my head, and everything went dark as euphoria pulsed through me. Hot jets of cum landed on my stomach, but my hand continued to shuttle along my length as the orgasm swelled and continued far longer than I was used to. That was the power of Merri. She took us all with her when she fell, and we went like sailors called by a siren.

Little aftershocks of pleasure continued to ripple through me as my brain switched back on, and the world around me came into focus once more.

The first thing I noticed was that the camera angle had changed. It was zoomed in now, and Sin was no longer on his knees.

He stood over her, rigid cock in his hand. “Spread your legs wide, sweetness. Show them what I did to you.”

Merri did as she was told, and the comments in the chat became nothing more than a blur. Her pussy wasn’t just glistening. It was so wet she dripped for us. A damp trail down the bedspread betrayed exactly how much she’d enjoyed the orgasm Sin had given her. Fuck me. Our girl squirted.

“Sin?” she asked, one finger running a slow circle around her clit.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I need more.”

Even though the words were for him, it was like she’d whispered them directly to me. My cock was immediately hard again, ready to go like I hadn’t just spilled all over myself less than a minute ago.

“Fuck,” I muttered, feeling more than a little out of control of my own body as my balls gave an insistent throb.

“More?”

“Please.”

“Oh, kitten, you don’t have to beg.” The camera angle changed again, and Sin smirked at his audience. “I’m always up for an encore.”