Page 42 of Vying Girls (Girls of Hazelhurst #2)

I feel a thrill when they both comply, bare now from the waist down.

‘Kneel side by side.’

Haz curls her lip but shuffles over to Elly, careful to keep an inch or so between them. I smile, knowing she’s only doing this because it’s my birthday. She hasn’t yet punished me for touching her, but she’s made it very, very clear that I only do so on her orders.

So this—this is a gift.

I crawl up to them, leaving a kiss on their mouths, my hands snaking down to between their legs. ‘Sorry, Haz. You get my left.’

‘Don’t fucking care.’

I run my fingers through their wetness, closing my eyes at the twin sensations. ‘Feels like you enjoyed that as much as me.’

Elly nods silently, her eyes closed. I bite my lip, wondering how, after six orgasms, my pussy can still be stirring.

But having them both at my hands like this, their double gasps, their slick noises, how could it not?

Finding it unfair to tease, I find their clits and rub. Elly groans, Haz releasing a breath through her nose, jaw clamped tight.

I lean into them, focusing all my control on my fingers. I can feel their clits, hard and ridged and feeling like silk with how wet they are. Elly buckles, a hand landing on my shoulder and squeezing tight. Haz tips her head back, her abs contracting each time she presses herself into my fingers.

‘Don’t you cheat,’ I warn.

‘Don’t need to,’ she grinds out, face creasing with pleasure as she races to the edge.

It’s Elly who reaches it first, denied as she was earlier. She groans out, the sound shooting straight to my clit. I focus my attention on her for a moment, prolonging her orgasm as much as I can.

When it’s barely over, Haz pulls me towards her, attaching her lips, tongue plunging into my mouth. She grabs my wrist, forcing two of my fingers inside her. With the palm of my hand, I rub her clit roughly, my fingers curling repeatedly, just the way she likes.

She moans into my mouth, more of a groan, her hands tangling in my hair and pulling hard. She wrenches her lips away as she clenches around my fingers, thrusting unforgivingly into my hand.

I’m still getting used to the sight of Haz’s pleasure, that loss of control at the pinnacle, the forcible way she shows me what she needs, expecting me to comply no matter what.

Her hands fall from my hair as she flops back on the bed, uncaring now of her nakedness as she manspreads to her heart’s content.

Elly’s already put her boxers back on. I find her discarded t-shirt and pinch it for myself, happy when it just about covers all my important parts. I start shivering as I lie down, shamelessly pulling their arms around me and stealing their warmth.

‘Thank you,’ I tell them, snuggling down between them. ‘Defo doing that again.’

Haz chuckles. ‘Whenever you want, baby.’

Elly kisses the top of my head. ‘That’s what, nine between us now?’

‘Almost halfway.’ I laugh helplessly. ‘Fuck.’

‘We should order in food,’ Elly says. ‘Take a break for a bit.’

‘Agreed. I also need to pee so bad.’ I pat them both until they release me. My legs are disgustingly unsteady as I weave a path between our discarded clothing. ‘My ass feels weird.’

‘Don’t be a pussy,’ Haz scoffs. ‘I practically fucked you with a straw.’

I send her a heated look as I reach the door, feeling way too floaty to argue.

I step into the corridor, so lost in my afterglow that I don’t notice Nic exiting my room until I’m practically on top of her. I suck in a breath, my legs betraying me by buckling when I try to take a step away.

Nic catches me with firm hands, raking me over with those impassive brown eyes.

If she hadn’t heard what we were doing, it’ll be clear as day in the way I look.

Elly’s t-shirt barely covering my thighs, my hair undoubtedly a finger-raked mess.

Dread to know what my face looks like. I’m keenly aware of my unwashed hands, Elly and Haz still clinging to them, the lube dripping down my legs.

‘Jesus, what have they done to you?’

‘Wouldn’t you like to know?’ I retort.

My voice is breathier than I meant it to be.

I feel like the whole of me is an exposed nerve.

Like I’m drunk, my inhibitions stripped away.

My nipples tighten, feeling the heat of her through our thin shirts.

If I leaned up just an inch, our lips would brush, grazing like they had on New Year’s Eve.

Even her spitting in my mouth doesn’t seem like such a bad idea right now.

‘More like wouldn’t you? ’ She shoves me away, not caring if I stumble now. ‘I got your little gift.’

Catching myself with the wall, I stiffen, having completely forgotten about that. Faced with Nic like this, it feels so stupid. I look away, burning hot with humiliation.

‘Why were you in my room?’ I deflect.

‘Same reason you were in mine.’

I glance at my door, now closed and barring my vision. A present? My bladder twinges, reminding me of a more pressing matter. With a frustrated breath, I enter the bathroom, listening to Nic jog back upstairs to her room.

After sorting myself out, I enter my room gingerly, like I’m expecting something to jump out at me. Wouldn’t trust her not to put one of those wolves in my room for a gag. More than once, that black beast’s popped up in my nightmares.

It’s something black, but it’s no wolf. It’s a dress, a floor length one if I had to guess, laid out carefully over my bed. I stare at it for a while, wondering why, deducing its purpose.

There’s a brown envelope just above it. I pick it up, glancing at the door as though Nic’s stood there watching me.

I run a finger under the seal, ears twitching at the subtle noise it makes. Is she up in her room, holding her breath like I had waiting for her to find her present?

There’s a single piece of cardstock inside, same colour as the envelope, which simply reads, Be ready by nine.

I sit down on the edge of the bed, rereading the words. This is what Nic wanted me for? Some kind of event? Formal by the looks of it.

A date? I huff. As if. The thought thrills me anyway.

I glance at the dress, reaching out to touch it. Velvet. I check the label, seeing that it’s my size. Was that easy to guess or had she had to enlist the others for help, maybe even had a poke around in my wardrobe?

I’m dying to try it on. I hurry to the door and lock it, for some reason wanting this to be a private viewing.

I strip off Elly’s t-shirt, taking a moment to find the dress’s side zip and pull it down.

Just the sound is enough to arouse me. God, I hope my body chills out on the sensitivity before tonight.

Last thing I need is to be around Nic in this dress and in this state.

I wiggle it on before the mirror, holding my breath until I’m sure it fits. And oh, does it fit. There’s a slit on one side, from floor to mid-thigh. I turn to the side, feeling like some kind of Mafia princess, easily imagining a holster strapped there.

Fuck, it’s gorgeous. My stupid girl heart thumps with glee. I do up the zip, glad I don’t need help with it. It even fits my small boobs, the neck not too low, the elegant straps about an inch wide. It’s classy and no doubt cost a bomb. Probably meant nothing to Nic, but everything to me.

I take it off just as carefully, finding a hanger and hooking it on the outside of my wardrobe. Then I sit at the foot of the bed and simply stare.

Nine o’clock can’t come quick enough.