Page 102 of Pretty Broken Wings

Good. Okay, she wants firmer.

I continue the same pattern, and for a bit, I feel her clit stiffening. Then, it softens, and her breaths seem to come less frantically.

Fuck. I fucked it up.

Raven’s hand traces down mine. She makes a frustrated sound, and I wince. I’m not doing it right.

“My thumb,” she says.

Oh fuck. Her injured hand. I pull away so I’m not touching her, and she grunts at me again. “Fuck no, come back. Let me ride your fingers.” As best as she can, she guides my hand down farther, curling her fingers into mine, pressing me into warm heat.

Oh fuck yes. My dick is weeping in my pants, and I grunt. I have to hold it together.

Raven presses more, and I adjust so my middle and ring fingers are the ones she’s pressing on. They slip into tight, wet heat, and I shudder.

“There,” Raven pushes into me, so I slide deeper, and I feel her pussy clench around me. Then, she moves her fingers up to her clit, and I feel her moving.

I want to listen to her. Hear every breath she takes and which ones she holds. To hear the tiny shudders and any hint of a moan. I want it all.

I slightly lower my palm so it brushes her hand. I can feel her fingers circling, and she moans, her pussy clenching on me again. She’s circling faster than I was. Her voice is soft, and it feels like it’s meant for me and me only. She says, “Good boy.”

I know it’s not. I know it’s meant for Axel to hear, too, but it takes a monumental effort not to let it shiver through me. The words try to go up through the Fuck All Men and break it to splinters, sounding a lot more like ‘fuck the game.’ She’s mine. She’s fuckingmine.

Once I’ve gathered myself enough, slowly, carefully, I move my fingers in and out of Raven’s pussy. She lets out a tiny noise high in her throat, and for a moment, I almost come. I feel a gush of wetness around my fingers. I grind my hips into the air. There’s not enough friction. Raven’s pussy squeezes me again, and she makes another sound deep in her throat; then, she’s squeezing me harder than she has been.

“Fuck,” she grunts, and the sound is laced with repressed pleasure, and her cunt pulses rhythmically around me.

Then Raven’s thigh jumps up and brushes the head of my dick, and I come. I explode in my pants, shooting burst after burst as I come, imagining it’s my name on Raven’s lips.

CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE

I’m stuck, panting, trying to come down from the pleasure. That orgasm was the best I’ve had in… a long fucking time. And Gage gave it to me.

While Axel watched.

A forbidden thrill hums under my skin, immediately followed by fear.

I yank Gage’s hand out of my pants and attempt to get up, but Gage’s body is in the way. I have to scoot back, looking over at Axel. His hand is wrapped around his dick, but there’s a flash of an expression in his cocky look. It’s there, then it’s gone again. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he looked… sad.

I didn’t mean for him to watch. I hate that I fucking liked it.

And it’s then that I see what’s by the chair he’s sitting in. It’s a wrapped present, and on top of it is… a pack of animal crackers.

Animal crackers. The snack that Max gave me all the time.

“What is that?” My brain is processing slowly. Way too slowly.

Axel glances down. “Gift. For you.” When he looks back up at me, he’s sneering.

Axel got me animal crackers?

No.No, no, fuck no.

“You okay?” Gage’s deep voice asks. I want to jump at the comfort he’s offering. Want to cling to his chest and hold him so tight he never lets me go. To hide from my real life and the reality of the situation, and pretend that our little game is the only real thing.

But that’s not true. It’s just a game, and Axel reminded me of that in the way only he can.

I shove back away from Gage.