Page 43 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

What if my virginity is why Chase didn’t really push for more? He claimed he was willing to wait for me to be ready. What if that’s why he wanted me, as if my virginity was some sort of prize? He was only willing to wait because he could get what he needed elsewhere.

These guys are used to girls throwing themselves at them. What if the Devil’s trio won’t want me if they find out how inexperienced I really am? They want someone they can play with. Someone open to letting them try new things. Everything is new to me.

Everyone needs a first time. I’m willing to test my limits and find out what I like with the three hottest guys in our school.

Maybe that makes me a whore.

I don’t really care. Maybe I want to be their whore. Heat floods me.

Only one problem with the kissing stipulation. Chase has been extra touchy-feely lately. If I continue to be his girlfriend, he’s going to continue to touch me and kiss me.

“If I’m his girlfriend, he’ll probably try to kiss me,” I admit.

“Don’t let him.”

I narrow my eyes at Damon. “I don’t know if you know this, but he’s bigger and faster than me.”

Damon leans forward and those eyes pierce my soul. “If he kisses you, we’ll punish you.”

“Punish me?” My voice trembles, imagining whips and chains.

Damon grins. “Maybe we’ll spank you or tie you down and not let you come while we fuck you.”

Fuck, that doesn’t sound horrible. I shift uncomfortably on Damon’s lap.

“Fine. So, rule two is you guys are mine.” I search his eyes. If they break the rules, I’m out.

His gaze drops to my pants and a shiver works through me.

“No more masturbating, Evan. You need an orgasm, you come to one of us and we’ll decide whether you’ve earned it.” He smirks. “The only ones who fuck you are us.”

My brain stalls out, like seriously glitches. “You want me to...”

“Ask me to slide my hand into your panties and fuck that pussy until you come on my fingers? Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.”

I can still feel his hand in my pants, stroking me, fucking me. I ignore the aching pulse that demands me to say okay, how ‘bout now?

“Rule three.” Damon slides his hands over my hips and presses me against his cock.

“You tell us everything that happens with Chase. We need details. That means no more phoning it in, watching him play beer pong. Pay attention. Remember what he talks about with his friends. We need to know what’s important to him, and how to take it from him. ”

My mouth opens and snaps shut. How long have they been watching me?

Okay, well, I need to make sure to keep my friend out of this.

“Rule four. No fucking Mia,” I say. This is non-negotiable.

“Isn’t that covered in rule two?” Cam asks. I turn to meet his dark brown eyes.

“Mia wants to fuck the whole hockey team, including you.” I try to act nonchalant, but I’ve already lost my boyfriend.

I don’t want to lose my friend too. “She’s my friend, and I don’t want to make her upset when she finds out we’re hooking up.

She’s going to try to get you to sleep with her.

” My gaze goes to Damon, remembering her fucking those two guys.

She’s a lot more experienced than I am, and once they realize that about her, they may decide they want her instead.

“Even if this crashes and burns, no fucking Mia.”

Damon nods slightly and I release the breath I’d been holding.

“Rule five.” Damon’s smile is dark, and it makes my insides burst into flames. “We get to play with you how we want to. You have a say in it, but you need to be open to experimenting.”

My heart skips a beat. They want to do whatever they want to me. I’m in that closet again with Damon pressed up against me. My hands caught in his, helpless to do anything but feel, as he slides his hand into my pants.

Why does that sound appealing? They want me to basically give them free rein over my body. They decide how to play, and I go along with it. Whatever it is. I want experiences. I want to be overwhelmed with passion. I want them.

“One caveat.” If I’m giving them everything, I need to trust them. “The first time for penetration, I get to say when.”

“Not oral.” Damon leans back. “We get to fuck your mouth for now, but we’ll let you decide the first time for pussy and anal.”

Fuck. I’ve never even given a blow job. There’s a first time for everything. I don’t know why they want to fuck me, but I’m attracted to them in a way I’ve never been attracted to anyone else.

If I’m going to pretend to have a boyfriend, why not explore sex with three guys who, according to locker room gossip, know how to fuck. And Damon’s already given me one orgasm. A really good one.

“Okay.” I can figure this out. How hard can a blow job be? Maybe there’s an instructional video out there...

Cam’s dark eyes watch me closely. Maybe he suspects I’m innocent.

Can I really blame them for not asking what my experience is?

My boyfriend is a manwhore. My best friend fucked two guys within an hour of meeting them.

My mother... I swallow. My mother hasn’t settled for a man until Adam. Yes, he’s handsome, but also wealthy.

Guilty by association.

“What are the other rules?” I take a deep breath, preparing myself.

“Have you been tested?” Damon’s leading this charge, but I know they’ve probably already discussed this prior. It makes this whole thing hotter to know they’re all on board with fucking me, that they’ve thought about it more than right this moment.

I’m sure Chase would have fucked me too, but I would have thought it meant something since we’re dating. It would have been special. I know with these guys it won’t mean anything. It won’t hurt emotionally when it ends, because I already know it will. I won’t get attached.

“I’m negative.” I’m not going to lie and say I’ve been tested, but I’ve never had sex before. The only finger I’ve had in my pussy prior to tonight was my own. And the orgasm Damon wrenched from me was so much better than anything I’ve given myself.

“Birth control?” Damon searches my eyes like I’m going to lie.

“I started it this summer,” I admit. Sex was going to happen at some point, and I wanted to be protected in case the condom broke.

“Did you ever have unprotected sex with Chase?”

I shake my head. I never had sex with Chase. And that makes me happy. He’s not worth my time. Going forward, it will be my turn to put on an act for him. To pretend I still want to be his girlfriend.

“Rule six. No condoms.” Damon pauses, like he’s expecting me to explode or to agree readily.

“Why?” Safe sex is important. Why would they want to forgo that?

“Your cunt is ours, little devil. I want to fill it with my cum and know it’s leaking out of you afterwards.” Damon’s words make my pussy pulse. “I want to own you.”

A shiver tears through me.

“Have you been tested?” I search their faces.

“Yes, and we always wear condoms.” Damon leans back on his hands.

“What if I get pregnant?” It’s a reasonable question. “I’m not terminating a pregnancy, but I’m also not ready to be a single mother at eighteen.”

Damon looks at the others before returning his gaze to me. “We’ll take care of that if it happens. Don’t fuck with us though and stop taking your pills.”

My brow furrows. “Why would I do that? I want to go to college and start my career. At some point in the future, I might want kids. Not anytime soon.”

That would be a disaster. Pregnant by my potential stepbrother? Or one of his friends? Not knowing which one. Fuck, I’d be asked to leave school if anyone found out. It’s not going to happen.

“Anything else?” he asks me.

“That’s it?” Six rules and I get to explore sex with three guys. What the hell is happening to my life? Why isn’t this freaking me out more?

“For now.” Damon smirks. His hair falls over his forehead as he meets my gaze. “Let’s go upstairs.”