Page 87 of Second Sets Omnibus

“Um, well—no,” I stammer, shaking my head. “There’s no way.” I throw my head back when Rad’s fingers dive into my pussy unexpectedly from the sides of my shorts and he pulls my panties to the side, completely exposing me to him.

“I knew you’d be wet for this, Pretty Girl,” he whispers, licking up my thigh. His fingers mercilessly dive in and out of my pussy, scissoring when his fingers bottom out.

I cry out, reaching for Kieran’s and Callum’s hands and squeezing hard. “Holy fuck,” I pant, arching my back and begging for more.

Everything ceases to exist at the moment when my eyes roll into the back of my head. Teetering on the edge of an orgasm, Rad pulls back completely, purposely leaving me a wet and needy mess.

“Ashton,” I whisper his full name, making him moan.

“Take your damn clothes off, Little Brat,” Asher barks in a voice dripping with desire. “There’s no one else on this fuckingride. Rad slipped the guy fifty bucks to leave us up here for thirty minutes. So, what are you going to do to pass the time?” he growls, leaning his elbows on his knees.

His hazel eyes eat me alive when I stare him down. Even when I lift my shirts over my head and toss them to him, I keep eye contact.

“Lean forward,” Kieran demands, undoing my bra and bringing it down my arms when I do so.

The cool metal of the ride bites into my skin when I lean back, gasping for air. My breasts rise and fall rapidly, begging for their lips to attach around my puckered nipples.

“Good girl,” Ash purrs, studying my breasts in the pale moonlight mixed with the beautiful red and blues illuminated by the Ferris wheel, bouncing off my flesh.

“Now take off your shorts and hand your panties over,” Asher demands, holding out a hand and curling his fingers. His jaw clenches when I don’t immediately bend over and do as he asks.

“Make me,” I grit my teeth, snarling in his direction. If he wants my damn panties, he can come take them off with his fucking teeth.

“Asher has officially entered the ring,” Rad whispers with a grin, eyeing Asher as he falls to his knees in the confined space and crawls to me with determination.

Raising a brow, he silently questions me again with every slide in my direction. I sit firm. Our cart sways as he inches closer and closer, finally settling in front of me. His lip peels back when he leans closer, a breath away from my lips.

“Be a good little brat and take your panties off for me,” he whispers with demand, wrapping his long fingers around my throat. My breath shudders when he takes control, tightening his hold around my throat and squeezing until my heartbeat pounds against his palm.

“Take them off, and I’ll let them fuck you,” he whispers an inch from my lips, teasing me with the tip of his tongue.

“Make. Me,” I hiss in defiance, begging Asher to yank down my shorts and panties and hate fuck me into oblivion.

Having Asher Montgomery on his knees, staring lustful hate vehemently into my eyes, should scare the panties directly off me. Instead, empowerment fills me, and my courage grows. No matter what happens, he will work for this pussy after everything he’s ever said to me.

“Oh, Pretty Girl. You’re asking for it,” Rad chuckles, drawing circles on my inner thigh.

“Take off her damn shorts and then her panties,” Asher demands Rad, never taking his eyes off mine. He holds me with his stare, a cocky smirk pulling the edge of his lips.

“As you wish,” Rad hums, not waiting for my approval.

When Rad works my shorts and panties down my legs, I don’t fight him. Even when I’m bare for the world to see and the chilly breeze puckers my nipples, I don’t swat him away as I should because I want this. I want to be at their mercy under Asher’s intense stare. I want them to fuck me in this stupid metal cart high above the city with only the wind as our witness.

With a grin, Rad hands Asher my panties without hesitation.

“Look at me,” Asher whispers, a breath away from my lips again.

Bringing my thong to his nose, he inhales deeply and shuts his eyes with a groan of approval. The noises he makes go straight to my dripping pussy, convulsing around nothing.

“You are wet for us, aren’t you? Do you want them to fuck you, Little Brat? Do you want their cocks so deep inside you that you feel them for the next few days?” Asher whispers, loosening his grip on my throat.

Straightening my thong until the moist material glistens in the lights, Asher runs the length of his tongue along the fabric with a guttural groan, reveling in my arousal.

“Now,” he rasps with dilated eyes. Undoing his pants, he settles himself on the bench across from us. “I want you to fuck them,” he demands once again, bringing his massive dick out through the fly of his jeans. He moans, wrapping my panties around his aching cock, and slowly strokes himself. Never taking his eyes off me as he does. Up and down my panties go, gliding over his hardened dick.

“Do you do this often?” I rasp, looking between the four of them with wonder.

“What’s that?” Kieran groans, sucking on my neck. His fingers roam, squeezing my tit and pinching my nipple.