Page 225 of Tell Me Pucking Lies

“It’s okay?” Koa echoes.

I nod as Atticus pushes deeper. I groan through my teeth.

“Oh, fuck.”

Koa grabs my face and says, “You’ve been letting Atticus fuck you in the ass?”

Pleasure rips through me as I nod. I can’t help the sounds leaving my throat as I rub my own clit. Koa is mad, and it turns me on.

Koa breathes, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Atticus says, “Jealous?”

“Fuck you,” Koa snarks.

Revan watches, stroking himself, waiting his turn.

Atticus gives them the show of a lifetime. I’m making noises I didn’t know were possible. My entire body feels on fire when I finally orgasm. I start shaking, Atticus comes, and then Revan is being greedy. He slides into my pussy, rubbing my clit, and a new sensation begins. I claw at his back, moaning.

Koa’s at my face. “I’ve never seen you come like that before.”

“Her ass is mine,” Atticus says.

Koa shoves him, so I reach for him before they start fighting.

“I thought you were being better at sharing?” I purr.

But he ignores me and just stares at Atticus.

“Come here,” I mutter, pulling Koa’s dick back out of his pants and pull him into my mouth. “You’ll always be my favorite, baby.”

Revan pounds into me harder and faster as I stare up at Koa.

When he finally gives me his attention, he grabs my chin and says, “Is that right?”

I nod and beg, “Fuck my mouth.”

He listens and Revan makes me come twice before he allows himself to finish, and by then I'm boneless and satisfied and absolutely wrecked.

But they’re not done with me yet.

We cycle through positions and combinations until I lose track of who's where and it doesn't matter because it's all of them, all of us, together.

At some point Koa and Atticus actually coordinate instead of compete, working together to drive me to another orgasm that leaves me shaking. At another point Revan and Koa share a look that might be understanding or might be resignation—acceptance that this is what we are, what we've become.

Hours pass. The dorm goes quiet as people settle in for the night. But in our room, we're anything but quiet.

We're together.

We're alive.

KOA

Later, we're all crammed into Lexi's twin bed, limbs tangled, sheets soaked with sweat and satisfaction. She's in the middle, of course, with me pressed against her back, Atticus on her other side, and Revan somehow wedged in at the foot of the bed.

It shouldn't work. This whole thing shouldn't work.

I have her all to myself most days, so the fact that this is still going, blows my mind.