Page 126 of Horror and Chill

The door creaks open as I carry her out, bare feet silent on the hall floor. Her body is warm against me, slick hair dripping down my chest. I swear I could carry her forever.

When we step into the bedroom, Garron is already there. He’s stretched out against the headboard, gray sweats shoved down just enough, his fist wrapped around his cock. He looks up when we enter, eyes burning like coals.

“You sounded sexy as hell in there, Little Horror,” he growls, voice low and rough. With unhurried strokes of his hand, it’s clear he’s showing off for us.

I smirk and set her down gently on her feet at the edge of the bed, watching Garron’s gaze devour her. The towel loosens as she stands, slipping lower over her chest. Garron’s eyes fix on the gap, on the edge of skin just barely hidden, and his hand speeds up like he can’t help it.

I slide behind her, palms over her hips, tugging the towel down until it puddles at her feet. Her body is bared, wet hair sticking to her back, goosebumps rising where the cooler air hitsher damp skin. I kiss her shoulder, teeth grazing, and she sighs like she’s already giving in.

“Fuck,” Garron mutters. His gravelly, hungry voice tells me how close he already is just from watching. “Come here.”

I give her a little nudge toward him. She crawls onto the bed, water still dripping from her, and Garron’s hand leaves his cock just long enough to pull her up by the chin and crash his mouth to hers.

I climb up behind her, pressing my chest to her back, hands cupping her breasts, thumbing her piercings until her moan vibrates into Garron’s mouth. Her ass grinds back against me, slick and needy, and I rut forward just to feel the drag.

“You feel that, Little Horror?” I breathe into her ear. “I give you an orgasm and bring you another cock when you haven’t even touched mine yet.”

She whimpers into Garron’s mouth, and he chuckles darkly, breaking the kiss. “She wants it badly. Look at her, Ev. She’s dripping already.”

I pinch her nipples harder, and she jerks. Garron fists his cock again, dragging it across her thigh, leaving a wet trail on her skin. “Tell us what you want,” he orders.

Her gaze flicks between us, lips swollen, chest heaving. “I want…” She grins, wicked as hell. “I want both of you.”

I hook an arm around her waist and hold her steady, grinding my cock against her ass.

“Fuck, you taste like sin,” Garron groans.

I line myself up against the curve of her ass, sliding through the slick mess we’ve made of her.

“Please,” she pants, voice ragged.

“Beg prettier,” I growl, teasing her with shallow pushes, not giving her more than an inch.

“She’s already begging, Ev,” Garron says, “Just not with those lips. Give it to her.”

I thrust forward hard, burying myself to the hilt. Her whole body jerks as a cry rips from her throat. The heat of her clenching around me is enough to make me grit my teeth, every muscle in my body tight as I force myself not to lose it too soon.

Garron strokes his cock over her lips, smearing precum across them. “Open up, Little Horror,” he orders.

Her mouth falls open and he slides in, groaning as she takes him down. I hold her hips and slam into her from behind, the bedframe rattling with each thrust. Her muffled moans vibrate around Garron’s cock, the sound going straight through me.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Garron groans, hand tangled in her wet hair, guiding her mouth on him. “She’s a perfect little hole, Ev.”

I grip her hips tighter, pounding into her harder, sweat dripping down my spine. Her body takes it, greedy, clutching me like she was made for this. I lean over her, mouth at her ear. “You’re ours, Little Horror. Say it.”

She pulls off Garron’s cock just long enough to choke out, “Yours,” before he stuffs her mouth again.

Her walls clamp down on me as another orgasm rips through her, her cries swallowed by Garron. The tightness drags me over the edge, and with a curse I bury myself deep, spilling inside her with a growl. Garron jerks her head back, spilling across her face and chest, groaning low as his release paints her skin.

She collapses forward onto the sheets, trembling, gasping for breath. I pull out slowly, watching my spend leak from her, and Garron laughs.

“Look at her,” he pants. “Dripping with both of us. Holy fucking hell.”

And me? I can’t stop staring at her, wrecked and beautiful, knowing this is only the beginning.

She’s still trembling when I wrap my arms tight around her middle, pulling her flush against my chest. Her damp hair sticks to my jaw as I murmur into her ear.

“Not done with you, Little Horror. Not even close.”