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Julian

In perfect unison, we thrust into her, digging our way inside.

I have to keep Skylar’s dick in position so he doesn’t slip, but with the proper guidance and stretch, we’ve got it handled. She’s putting up a great fight, and if I didn’t want to draw this out for as long as possible, I’d come right now just from the whole picture of it—the three of us, together.

I’ll admit, I almost lost my cool when she slapped me. I’ve been hit plenty of times, sure, by my parents and prudes alike. It’s sort of the reason I started coming to Eden’s Deliverance in the first place. Normal chicks get scared off by the things I like in bed. A harmless suggestion turns into a smarting cheek and a woman running for her life.

The thing about Scarlett is, she does want it. She fights, she screams, she pushes…but she wants it. She wants us. She’s just a fucking brat, and Skylar is right about me loving that from her, but even I have my limits.

I’ve been waiting months for this night to happen—for these cards to be laid out in the right order and at the right time—and nothing is keeping me from having this.

Not Skylar. Not her .

She won’t stop screaming, so I shove my fingers into her mouth and press on her tongue, tucking my thumb under her chin to keep her in control.

Goddamn, she’s so tight with the two of us in there together. My dick feels like it’s losing circulation, but I can’t seem to care. A quick glance at Skylar over her shoulder tells me he’s struggling not to bust too.

What’s the harm in turning this into a little game of ‘who can last the longest?’

I slide my hand from her thigh and reach beneath them to grab his sack and fondle his balls, squeezing a little bit for the added pressure. His dick flexes in response as he spits out a reluctant moan, biting into Scarlett’s shoulder to quiet himself like he did when I sucked him off a few minutes ago.

That just gets her worked up more, and now she’s wriggling her hips, shifting our cocks inside her when we’re already holding on for dear life.

Skylar and I pump into her in turns, careful not to push the other one out. The slow drag of his dick against mine is really putting me into a dangerous headspace. It’s taking all I have not to grab her hips and pound into her like the psycho they both think I am.

In and out…in and out…in and out.

I’m losing my shit and need to switch things up.

When my cock slowly slides out, she makes this soft whimper against my fingers in her mouth—like she’s mourning the loss of it. “Don’t worry, darling. I just want to give you a reward for taking us like such a good girl.”

I glance down and get a good look at them, knotted together like dogs in heat. It’s fucking hot, and she’s still swollen and stretched from the both of us. He slowly rocks his hips into her as well as he can from his position, but I tap the side of his thigh to get his attention. “Move up on the bed, plant your feet so you can really get in there,” I say.

They’re both pretty good at following instructions…for the most part . He pulls out and slides back on the mattress, but she lets him readjust without taking the opportunity to run. I’m half-expecting her to, but she doesn’t move an inch .

I’ll take that as a good sign.

Once he’s comfortable, I climb onto the bed and crawl between their legs. When I look up at her and notice she’s already staring at me with dazed eyes, I realize I’ve trained her to do this—to watch me when I give her head.

I’d bet she’s never seen two men together though, and all three of us know just how excited she got in the woods from watching us kiss. Without breaking our gaze, I take hold of Skylar’s dick and slide it into my mouth, taking him slow and deep. I’m expecting his groan, but I’m genuinely surprised when her mouth opens with a little ‘oh.’

I only suck him off for a few seconds before lining him up at her pussy again, and they both take the hint. Scarlett’s propped up with her hands on his chest, keeping her eyes on me when she sinks down onto him.

We may be playing her, but she’s playing us right back. Throwing her head back, she makes a big show of it for my sake. This broad knows what she’s doing to us. I should thank her, because it’s definitely one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen.

Luckily, I know how her body works, and she abandons her little show when I cover her clit with my tongue. I lick slowly—exactly how she likes it—giving it the attention she deserves but throw in a nip of my teeth for what she did to Sky.

Despite the yelp she lets out, I can literally see her pussy constrict around his dick in response, and know it’s only adding to her impending climax.

She’s amazing to watch when she comes. Her voice disappears completely for a few seconds in a silent scream, then she releases this deep, animalistic groan I’ve never heard another woman make.

Chicks think we want the porno screams and those tight, high-pitched moans. We don’t—at least not me. I want her to be so overcome by her ecstasy that she can’t control the noises coming from her mouth, no matter how ugly they may seem to someone else.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it much longer like this,” Skylar groans .

Yeah, he’s losing his shit, but that’s no surprise with the way her pussy is suffocating him. Luckily, I’m here to help. Kneeling on the bed beside them, I pry her lifeless limbs from his body and cradle her in my arms to reposition her somewhere else.

Earlier, Sky and I set up restraints on the headboard for what we have planned, so I place her in the right spot. Taking advantage of her come-drunken stupor, I take the time to carefully bind her arms.

She’s still pretty hazy and doesn’t seem to mind—seeing as she’s enjoyed every other time we’ve tied her up—but when she sees the knife in my hand, things change. Kicking her legs out, she wrenches her head from side to side while she pleads for me not to hurt her.

Fuck, the begging.

It has the opposite effect of what she’s hoping for; my cock only twitches in excitement. Climbing onto the bed, I trap her thighs between mine and grab her face to get her refocused on me.

“I need you to trust me. Haven’t I proved that I know what you like?” I ask.

She’s still begging as tears flow down her cheeks, soaking my fingertips. “Please, please, please don’t. I was good, I was good, I was—”

I immediately cut her off and attempt to curb the panic. “Yes, you were very good for us, darling. This isn’t a punishment,” I clarify, stroking my thumb across her cheek. “You have your safe word. If you really can’t take it, I’ll stop. But I’m begging you to try. Do this with us, please.”

She doesn’t answer, doesn’t nod, doesn’t shake her head. The only movement that comes is the quivering of her lip and the flick of her eyes to the knife every so often.

She’s trying to yield to us, and I’ll take that as a win.

“Get over here.” I beckon Skylar, and he plants himself on the bed against one of her hips while I climb off her and kneel on the other side.

With a suggestive nod to her chest, he catches on quickly and pops her nipple into his mouth. I watch for a second as he keenly swirls his tongue around with a hunger I’ve never seen in him before. She responds well to him, bucking her hips into the air as she seeks a different kind of sensation.

Taking a deep inhale, I force myself to come to terms with the idea she may use her safe word, and I’d be a real fuck not to honor it. I may not want to, but I also don’t want to torture her the way Skylar does. I have such a strong feeling that she’ll enjoy it, but if she really doesn’t like it, there’s not much I can do.

Starting at her navel, I run my tongue all the way up to her sternum, watching the goosebumps erupt across every inch of her skin. I want her sensitivity at its peak before I make the first cut. Since Skylar is on her left tit, I opt for the right one.

It’s been too fucking long since either of us have gotten to indulge in this fine pleasure—we’ve been saving it for her. The problem is, we’d rather not involve her at all if it means she might discover things she shouldn’t know about our practices . But we’ve become so fucked in the head over Scarlett, keeping her distanced from it feels impossible now.

Especially now that Dario has his sights on her.

Skylar’s been kind enough not to blame me yet, but I know how he must feel about her first night at Eden. If I hadn’t fucked with her and pushed her away right off the bat, she would have never been vulnerable enough to fall into Dario’s trap.

Now, we’re stuck. She’s in a viper pit of danger but has absolutely no idea, and we can’t even tell her without exposing ourselves. It’s probably our fault she’s in this position, but that’s a small part of why we need to convince her to leave him and stay with us. We may be one of the biggest dangers to her, but we can also protect her.

I shake the thought from my head, eager to stay in this moment without catastrophizing. The tip of my knife presses into the swell of her breast, but I steal a glance at her first. She must have been watching me before, but now her eyes are clenched shut as she braces for the pain .

I take it for the gesture it’s meant to be and sink the blade into her flesh—just shallow enough to bleed without leaving a scar. I trace a line down about two inches until a good amount of blood has pooled into the center of her chest. Skylar tracks every movement, his eyes going wild.

“Open your eyes,” I command. Reluctantly, she obeys, looking like she might be sick until he and I dive in.

I need her to see what she does to us—what we’ve been waiting for.

Skylar and I fight over the steadily streaming crimson rivulets, flattening our tongues to scoop up as much as we can. In the heat of it all, we meet in the middle, crashing our mouths together in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongues. He pushes the blood he gathered into my mouth, and I feed it right back to him with a mixture of what I caught myself.

“Oh fuck...”

We break from our embrace, turning to find the source of the mousy expletive. Scarlett’s watching us with a stunned expression on her face, practically drooling.

Yeah, I knew our girl would fucking love it.

Neither of us have to guide the other when we’re sharing one mindset like this. We both crawl up her chest to hover by her face, but Skylar kisses her first.

She eats that shit right up.

Blood smears across her lips, and I’m ravenous at the sight. It’s not easy, but I force the angle and weasel my tongue into the space where their mouths meet.

We’re all lost in it, sometimes stealing deep kisses from one another, sometimes sharing them at the same time. At some point, I decide to go back in for her pussy, leaving the two of them to suck tongues as I make another shallow cut on her inner thigh.

He swallows her resounding yelp, but she still hasn’t said her safe word, so I continue, gathering the blood on my tongue before lapping at her sensitive clit.

She squirms, folding her knees around my head to pull me in closer, and I’m more than happy to oblige. It doesn’t take as long to make her come this time. As soon as I hear that fierce groan, I rise to my knees and toss her calves over my thighs before slamming into her cunt.

Skylar must be jealous, because he climbs on top of her chest to stick his dick in her wanting mouth. She sucks him down without a fight, humming around his length while he fucks her face. I guess she’s over being angry with him.

He’s moaning, I’m grunting, she’s squealing. The three of us fuck one another in the most beautiful display of teamwork I’ve ever seen.

Being college jocks gives us more opportunities to have a threesome than attending Eden does. It’s not explicitly in the rules whether you can take multiple partners or not, but because of Rainbow Nights, nobody seems eager to participate during regular visits.

However, the simplicity of having a house off campus means we can bring girls back whenever we want to. We just can’t do the things we actually want to do, or they’ll get scared.

Now, there’s a clear difference between the average threesome and the depravity we’re enjoying with Scarlett, but we make do. Like I said, women usually run screaming if I open up about my kinks, so the pickings are slim. That’s not to say I’m trying to convince her into this with us because she’s our only option—I just don’t want anyone else. I’ve been with other Ruby women, and it’s fine.

Just fine.

I couldn’t say exactly what my problem is or why I won’t give up Scarlett to go backwards. I would be lying if I said her innocence wasn’t extremely appealing, but that sounds a little more predatory than I mean for it to.

I’m not proud of the things Skylar and I have gotten ourselves into—things we know Dario is deep-rooted in—but I can’t complain either. I gave myself over to something bigger than myself, and I was rewarded in return.

I have a decent life now; I was able to leave my trashy home and put myself through college with the purpose of injecting some actual good into this shitty world. Plus, Skylar and I have never been more bonded .

Scarlett is something else to me, and she’s even more to Sky.

Maybe I do like the prospect of squeezing her into the mold of what I like sexually. Maybe she’s different from other Ruby women because she doesn’t play the helpless victim, she bites back like no one I’ve met before, and the fire in her soul reminds me a little of myself. Maybe it’s because she keeps coming back, no matter what we do to her—like she’s as obsessed with us as we are with her.

The thing about obsession is that it doesn’t always come with a reason. It’s irrational, toxic, overwhelming, and sometimes hypnotic. It’s mind-altering.

Whatever the reason—be it her pliable innocence, her brattiness, or her willingness to put up with our crazy asses—I want her to be mine more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.

Skylar’s erratic thrusting comes to a halt with an embarrassingly stuttered grunt. He fists her hair and buries himself in the back of her throat, his hips twitching as he comes on her sweet tongue. She chokes on the invasion but perseveres like the good little girl she is.

Guess I win after all.

I don’t keep them waiting, immediately spilling my jizz into her swollen pussy at the sight of him abusing her pretty lips. She tightens around my cock as if begging me not to leave, but she doesn’t have to worry about that anymore.

My hips draw back slowly, and a stream of cum drips from her when I remove myself. Scooping up every drop before it falls, I stuff it back inside her with my fingers.

Scarlett hasn’t yelled at us for the unprotected sex, but I imagine that’s because she knows we saw her birth control when we snooped through her room. After watching my cum flow from her pussy, I don’t think I could bear to use a condom.

However, this is the part I don’t love dealing with. Taking one for the team, I interrupt my afterglow to uncuff her wrists before Skylar and I collapse onto the bed at each side of her spent body.

That was really something .

It’s probably not as perverse as we’d have liked to get, but props to him for sharing her without ripping my head off, and props to me for my infallible puppeteering.

Together, we made magic, and my little chemist was the catalyst.

Already, I’m thinking about what else she might let me do to her—us, rather. Now that we’ve both had her, I don’t see us ever fucking her separately. At least…I thought so, until Skylar started this mission to steal her outside of Eden. He made it pretty clear what he thought about me kissing her on their porch, so bring on the territorial pissing match.

She’s not his by any right.

I can only hope the trust she’s gained in me tonight is enough to finally get her to put on the red mask. That’s when the real fun begins.