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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

SYDNEY

I manage to eat one slice of the pizza Blake brought to me earlier, but it tastes like sawdust and turns my stomach inside out. There are too many things flying around my brain to focus much attention or energy on eating.

In just three days, my life has been ripped from under me. And I’m struggling to make sense of any of it. Something else I’m struggling with is my faith, but that’s not new. If there’s a god, then why does he let bad shit like this happen? Why does he allow the devil to tempt people so easily? Like me. Why am I so drawn to Roman and Blake? Why am I so easily corrupted after years of believing in God’s word? My own father has lied to me since I was a child, kept secrets from me—secrets that have prevented me from knowing my mother. He could have shared his memories of her with me so I would have at the least felt some kind of connection to her. Instead, he’s hidden me away and made me complicit in his crimes.

I don’t feel protected; I feel violated.

What do you do when the devil has been in front of you the whole time, living with you, manipulating you?

A bang in the corridor startles me, and I can vaguely make out whispered voices. I get up and place my ear to the door. All my senses heighten as I hear a groan and their bedroom door open, and my pulse thrums with excitement about what they are doing. An insane desire washes over me, and I find myself reaching for my own door handle. Pulling the door open, I quietly step out and find their bedroom door wide open. Curiosity and something much more potent—lust and desire—pulls me forward until I’m standing in their doorway. My mouth falls open at the sight of Roman on his knees behind Blake pumping two fingers in and out of his arse. My nipples harden beneath my thin pyjama top, and I’m hit with a jolt low in my belly, flooding my knickers with arousal. My thighs rub together, needing friction, pressure…something to help ease this insane, intense desire in me.

With a small tilt of his head, I know Roman knows I’m here. I shove all my thoughts, worries and shame for what I’m about to do, again, and step into the room, closing the door behind me. As I get closer to Roman, I can see Blake watching me as his hand slides up and down Roman’s dick. It’s slick with precum, and I want to taste it. I never did it for Paul, just the thought of his dick near my mouth made me feel sick. But this is different—so very different. And it’s the reason why I find myself dropping to my knees, then crawling toward Blake. As I draw closer, he releases Roman’s dick and straightens slightly so that when I rest back on my heels, I’m looking straight at his hard cock. I watch as, in tandem, they both take their own dicks in their hands and slowly begin to move. I whimper, unable to keep hidden how turned on I am.

“Remove your top, Sydney,” Roman demands, his gruff, desire laced baritone rolling over me.

Slowly crossing my arms, I hook the hem of my top in my fingers and lift it over my head, revealing my breasts. They feel heavy and tight and aching for some attention.

“Now touch yourself,” Roman says, one hand still moving up and down his cock while he continues to finger fuck Blake’s arse.

His request causes me to hesitate for a split second as my mind conjures a memory of the lustful nature of masturbation, but I shut the door on because I think we’ve gone beyond that, then he says, “Show us what you like, Sydney.” Blake’s eyes roll back in his head as Roman does something to him, and I couldn’t deny him even if I wanted to. He is the master and my body is the subject.

I cup my breasts, tugging at my nipples, almost painfully, working them to tight, hard buds, and I moan as my clit pulses with each pinch.

“That’s it, get yourself nice a wet for us, Sydney,” Roman encourages, and I let my head drop back, closing my eyes as I get lost to the pleasure. I sense movement around me, but I don’t stop. I keep going, letting one hand trail down my stomach, breaching the top of my shorts and knickers and sliding between my pussy lips. My thighs tense as I pass over my clit, and as hands grips my hair, I open my eyes to find Roman still on his knees in front of me. His cock is swollen and veiny, jerking between his legs as he watches me playing with myself.

“Show me your fingers. Let me see your juices.” I gasp as hands grip my hips, and I withdraw my fingers from myself, showing them to Roman. I can smell myself, sweet and musky, and I stare amazed as Roman leans forward and sucks my fingers into his mouth. His tongue flicks the full length of them, between them, and he hums in approval. Releasing them with a pop, he says, “Fuck me, you taste good.” He lowers my hand to his cock while the hands at my hips begin to lower my shorts and underwear, tapping me to lift my arse so Blake can push them past my backside, the each leg until they are removed completely.

I wrap my fingers around Roman’s cock and start to move up and down. My breathing grows heavy, and I bite my lip as a bead of precum leaks from the head.

“Damn! I’m going to fuck your mouth so hard, Sydney.” And he pushes my head down. I spread my thighs wider for better access as I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock, over the top, tasting his salty precum before taking him fully in my mouth. I groan around his length as Blake sweeps his fingers through my wet pussy.

“Fuck!” he exclaims. “She’s fucking soaked, Ro.” Pushing two fingers inside me, I arch my back, pushing against the pressure and forcing Roman’s cock deeper into my mouth.

I gag, but I don’t care. All I can think about is how good it feels, how full I feel, and I wonder how much better it would be if it was Blake’s cock instead of his fingers fucking my pussy.

Like he read my mind, Roman says, “Fuck her, Blake. Fuck her pussy while I fuck her mouth. I want to feel her as she comes all over your cock.”

Raising my arse in the air, I silently give Blake the green light. I hear the rustle of a foil packet, then a tearing sound before a second later, the head of Blake’s dick replaces his fingers as he drives into me.

I cry out around Roman’s dick, and I feel him swell with the vibrations. A muffled curse echoes around the room as Blake thrust into me over and over again while Roman grips my hair tight, holding my head as he fucks my mouth.

Good fucking god I think to myself, and if I wasn’t so lost to these two men as they pleasure me, ruin me utterly and completely, I’d laugh at the irony.

It’s not long before I feel the first stirrings of an orgasm building and pulling at my core, and as Blake’s dick swells inside me, I instinctively know he’s close too. He increases his pace as I blow ragged breaths through my nose, and my arm almost buckles under me as I drop off the edge, spasming around Blake’s cock as he pulses inside me with his own release.

My mouth drops wide on a cry, and my eyes water as Roman hits the back of my throat, making me gag while heightening my already intense orgasm.

Roman pulls on my hair, his dick slipping free from my mouth, as he forces me up and backward. Blake is still seated inside me as I look into Roman’s eyes.

“Let’s see how much you can take, Sydney, because now it’s my turn. And I’ve been waiting to fuck your pussy.”

“I’m ready,” I say, my voice steady and clear, although a little breathless. Excitement thrums through my whole body at the idea of being fucked again, by Roman this time.

Blake leans up to my ear and as his fingers glide over my forbidden hole, he whispers, “One day, soon, I’m going to take this virgin hole, and when I do, Ro is going to fill your sweet little cunt.”

My breath catches in my throat at the filthy promise and a rushed “Okay” falls from my lips. I’ve no clue who this version of me is, but I like her.

Roman leads me over to the bed as Blake disposes of the condom. He lies on his back and beckons me to straddle him. A rush of nerves hit me having never had sex in this position, but I climb up, a knee either side of him. Resting on one elbow, he wraps a hand round the back of my neck and pulls me forward, my lips meeting his, and I can taste myself on his tongue as it strokes against my own.

The bed dips as Blake moves in behind me, and I feel him as he grasps Roman’s cock. When Roman breaks the kiss a second later, letting out a deep groan, I twist my head to see Blake sucking Roman’s cock.

“Oh my…” My words trail off as Roman sucks a nipple into his mouth, and I feel light and heavy all at the same time. Every touch is like lightning, every breath is like it will be my last. Blake releases Roman and rolls on a condom, then leans forward to kiss me, and this time I can taste myself and Roman. It’s delicious and dirty and I want more.

“How do we taste, Syd?” Blake asks, moving to the front of me and taking my other nipple into his mouth. The dual sensation is out of this world, and I can barely think let alone answer.

“It’s…we t-taste…perfect,” I manage to stutter out a second before Roman lines himself up with my entrance and slowly eases me down onto him. He’s a little thicker than Blake, and I groan as he stretches me.

Once he’s fully seated inside me, I begin to roll my hips, gasping at the depth of the angle.

“Fuck,” I exclaim as Roman drops back to the bed and Blake moves to stand over the top of him facing me.

“Fuck indeed, Syd,” Blake says, his eyes dark and pupils wide. “This what you had in mind, Ro?”

“Damn fucking straight it is!” Punctuating his point with a thrust of his hips that has me crying out. “I’m not going to last long in this tight fucking pussy,” he growls out, thrusting again.

Blake fists his cock as he steps forward, then rubs the head along the seam of my lips. Resting my hands on his thighs, I open, taking him into my mouth as far as I can, gagging before pulling back a little.

Roman moans as my pussy clenches around his dick. “Holy shit!”

Buoyed by Roman’s obvious pleasure, I do it again and again until tears stream down my face, my pussy clamping down on Roman’s dick as I ride him and a second orgasm builds low in my belly.

Blake growls as he swells in my mouth. “Going to come, Syd, right down your throat,” he grits out between clenched teeth. A second later, he releases a guttural roar, shooting cum down my throat, as Roman’s thrusts become faster and rougher as he chases his own release. And as he finally falls over the edge, holding my hips and pumping into me, the combination sends me crashing headlong into another orgasm.

My body shudders as tremors race through me and using Blake’s thighs I push back, releasing him from my mouth as a stuttered scream rushes from me.

Pants and moans fill the room, and as I look down, I find Roman licking cum from his lips, and the salacious sight has my heart skipping a beat and my blood heating.