Page 15 of Such A Dirty Girl (Hot Creeps #6)

FIFTEEN

SARAH

E very tug of Jake’s hands sent thrills dancing along my spine, the sharpness on my scalp making me moan around his cock.

I’d given him countless blowjobs over the years, but I’d always been the one in control. Jake setting the pace had me squirming, wanting to thrust my hand between my thighs and chase pleasure.

But it wasn’t about me. It was about pleasing Jake. About us both learning to embrace these new roles.

I blinked up at him, wishing he’d look at me while I slathered over his cock. But his eyes were closed, one hand supporting him as he leaned back, the other tangled in my hair.

As I worked his length, sucking and licking, choking and gagging, I itched for more. For him to talk to me. To praise me or tell me how disgusting I looked.

Something.

Anything.

The tensing of his perfect abdomen told me he was close. That wherever he’d gone in his head, he was chasing a fantasy that my mouth merely facilitated.

Take me with you.

But other than his fist tightening as I moved, pulling me deeper, holding me there until my eyes watered, he remained in his own world.

I’d wanted him to just use me for his own satisfaction, but not like this. Not with a wall up between us.

A softness between my knees startled me, and I yanked my mouth off of Jake’s dick long enough to see Drew’s face appear from beneath the bed.

‘What the—’ I didn’t have time to finish my sentence before Jake thrust his hard cock back into my throat, suffocating my words.

I bucked as Drew’s hands hooked around my hips, his face settling under my rear as I knelt pinned between them.

Jake didn’t look at me as he pumped his dick into the back of my throat, lost in the wet heat as he chased his orgasm.

Panic rose as I pressed my hands against Drew’s throat, trying to claw at him until his tongue slid against me.

Fuck .

As much as he was the last person I wanted between my thighs, I melted as soon as he touched me.

Again.

A deep groan rumbled in my throat, vibrating around Jake’s cock, which seemed to inflame his arousal.

‘That’s it, Sarah. Moan like a slut for me.’

Jake’s words didn’t hold the same depraved gravity that rang in Drew’s, but it was enough to oil me into a frenzy.

The wrongness of one brother beneath me, while the other pierced my throat, had me sweating. Moaning. Writhing.

Drew didn’t just lick me. He devoured me. Alternating between sucking my clit and thrusting his tongue deep into my wetness, I was a goner.

Jake might not have known what had me squirming on his dick, but from the growing desperation and harshness of his thrusts, he must have enjoyed it.

Moving my hands up to grip onto Jake’s thick thighs, I ground my pussy down on Drew’s face.

If he was going to force himself there, I may as well make the most of it. God-willing, I’d suffocate the asshole as I came.

Inching closer to orgasm, I whimpered. Jake drove his cock deep into my throat and held it there as I fought for air.

Fuck. It made me all the more feral. Being used by one man, and tortured by another wasn’t something I’d ever desired, but I couldn’t see how it wasn’t the perfect situation.

Ragged breaths tore from Jake as he pistoned into my mouth, not caring about the saliva that came shooting out every time he withdrew. His stomach and thighs glistened with spit, great revolting strings of it joining us even when he pulled my face off of his cock before sinking it home one more.

Disgustingly perfect.

Whenever I got close to orgasm, Drew would use his teeth to nip at me, making me fight his touch until he soothed it with his tongue again.

For all times I’d hated his stupid, cocky smirk, damn did it feel like heaven pressed against my pussy. If there was a handbook on eating a woman out, he’d bloody written it.

Tension seized as he finally let me go, his devious tongue forcing me over the edge and into a bone-melting orgasm. Even as I came he didn’t let up, my moans lost as Jake pushed deep into my throat and held me there, pumping hot cum into me as I quaked.

It was all too much, and I coughed hard, sending cum streaming out of my mouth and nose, covering both Jake and I in a fountain of jizz.

Jake held me there anyway, groaning as he spilled every last drop. Eventually, he sagged back against the bed, releasing my hair.

I looked down, very aware of the cum dripping from my chin and landing on Drew’s throat. He placed one last, long lick across the length of me before sliding down so I could see his slick face, coated with my desire.

‘Such a perfect slut,’ he mouthed before holding his pointer finger to his lips, instructing me to keep quiet.

I should have told Jake immediately. But it was too late. The sordid little secret had filled me with illicit delight, making Jake and I’s pleasure increase treble-fold.

And Drew knew if I told, he’d tell. And then I’d lose Jake for good.

He shimmied back out of view as Jake ran his hands through his hair.

‘Goddamn, Sarah. Did you come from blowing me?’

Sort of. If your stepbrother secretly sucking my soul out of my vulva counts.

‘I did,’ I said. Just a little white lie.

‘That was incredible,’ he said with a sated smile. ‘But what a fucking mess we made.’

‘I can take care of it.’ I knelt forward and pressed my tongue against his sticky thighs, scooping the cum up while holding his gaze.

‘You don’t have to do that.’ Jake’s face twisted in disgust. Which filled me with shame. Which made me even wetter.

I wanted him to see me like that. His sweet, and proper girlfriend out there, and his filthy whore in the bedroom.

He didn’t stop me. But neither did he encourage it. He merely sat there aghast until I’d swallowed every spilled drop.

Perhaps I’d breached a boundary, or we’d both discovered far too much about ourselves to be able to look one another in the eye, but after a quick shower, we lay in bed together without speaking.

I hoped I hadn’t pushed him too far. Given him too deep a glimpse into how depraved I’d become.

Doubts raced in my head, eroding any pleasure I’d felt. Guilt sneaking in and tearing through me. As Jake drifted into sleep, his arm became a weight around my waist. Feeling more claustrophobic by the minute, I tried to calm my breathing, not wanting to wake him again.

I’d assumed Drew had slid out from under the bed as we washed, and gave a surprised squeak when he appeared beside me.

Placing an arm on the bed, he sat there for a moment, his eyes scanning my face in the darkened room. I don’t know what he could see there, but whatever it was made his eyes soften.

Reaching out, he tucked my hair behind my ear, those dark eyes of his never leaving my face.

‘Stop worrying,’ he whispered, his voice deep and reassuring. ‘You were amazing. You didn’t even need to be told to clean up the mess you made. It was perfect.’

I hadn’t known how badly I needed to hear the praise after the session Jake and I had.

Drew used his words to gather up the broken, exposed parts of me, and pack them neatly back into place.

Wrapping me with the reassurance that it was okay to be the way I was.

That some people craved it where Jake tolerated it.

‘It’s not that he thinks badly of you for being the way you are, he just doesn’t have the other side to balance you out.’

I wasn’t used to Drew being sweet. It was disconcerting.

‘How do you know that he doesn’t have it?’ I whispered.

‘Because.’ Drew leaned so close that his lips grazed against mine.

My breath trembled as I closed my eyes, waiting for him to kiss me.

Longing for it in that moment, despite never having imagined I’d crave his touch.

His hand wrapped my throat, squeezing just enough to make my eyes pop back open.

‘When he fucked your mouth, he was fantasising about my cock in his throat.’

Pain seared at his words, my mouth opening to protest that it wasn’t true.

Drew’s mouth crushed over mine, swallowing down my protest with a demanding kiss.

A kiss that felt like a claim rather than something shared.

His hot tongue worked into my mouth, stroking his dominance into me.

His grip tightened around my throat until I grew lightheaded and slack, letting him take what he desired from me.

In that one, sordid kiss, I finally found what I’d been chasing. A moment of pure abandonment. Of being used for his pleasure. Of being a toy for him to play with at his whim.

Only his game was to ruin me.

And I found myself offering up my sanity as a willing barter.

Because sandwiched between Jake’s solid, sweet self, and Drew’s deviant, obsessive ways, I found my place.

A place which only existed somewhere between blackmail and coercion.

A place where I was cheating on the man I adored.

And if Drew was right, a place where my boyfriend craved the same attention I did, from the one man neither of us should ever be desiring.

I had a feeling that whatever Drew’s game was, he had already annihilated us both.

Even with that turmoil wrapping around me, when Drew broke the kiss, I wanted to beg him for more.

I didn’t.

I lay in the dark as I watched him leave, hating myself more than him.