Speaker 1: The key turned in the lock, and the door swung
open on a wall of noise, laughter, bass, heavy music,
the clink of bottles. My boyfriend Liam hadn't mentioned a party.
Our anniversary dinner was supposed to start in forty minutes.
I'd shown up early to surprise him with the lingerie
under my coat, and instead I found this Carly. Liam's
voice cut through the din. He was on the couch,
beer in hand, surrounded by his hockey buddies, Mike, Jason,
Derek Spencer, the usual assholes, five of them plus Liam.
Six pairs of eyes swiveled to me. My stomach dropped.
What the fuck, Liam, it's not he stood up too fast,
swaying drunk, definitely drunk. Guys night got a little, a
little what. I dropped my purse on the entry table.
The coat stayed on. I texted you three times. Phone's dead.
Liam gestured vaguely at the coffee table, which was covered
in cards, poker chips, empty bottles. Look, baby, don't be mad,
Mike snorted from his spot on the armchair. She's always mad,
bro Shut up, Mike. But Liam was smiling that loose,
stupid grin he got after his fourth drink. Carly's cool.
She's so cool. You know what she did last week?
My spine stiffened. Liam. She surprised me at work with lunch.
Just showed up. She's always showing up. He turned to
his friend's arms wide, like he was presenting me at auction.
Best girlfriend ever. Seriously, she'd do anything for me. The
room temper shifted. Jason leaned forward on the couch. Derek's
fingers stopped shuffling his cards. Spencer quiet, watchful. Spencer took
a slow sip of his drink. Anything. Mike's voice had
an edge now, Liam laughed, anything right, babe. My throat tightened.
I think you should come with me. We need to
talk in a minute. He waved me off, stumbling toward
the kitchen. First, I got a piss, don't go anywhere.
He disappeared down the hall. The bathroom door clicked shut. Silence.
Five men won me so Mike stood up. He was
the biggest of them, shoulders like a linebacker. Liam's told
us a lot about you, Carly. I'm sure he has.
My voice was steadier than I felt. He says, you've
got great tits. Derek, now grinning around the two pick
in his mouth says, they're unbelievable. My coat suddenly felt
very thin. He wasn't wrong. Jason's gaze dropped to my chest.
That dress is working overtime enough, But the word came
out weak. Spencer appeared at my elbow. I hadn't even
heard him move. Relax, we're all friends here. His breath
was hot against my ear. Liam's always sharing his stuff.
You know that I'm not his stuff. Could have fooled me.
Mike took a step closer. The way he talks about
you like you're a toy. He wants us all to try.
The bathroom door stayed closed. Water ran through the pipes.
Take off the coat, Spencer murmured. My hands didn't move.
Mike reached out and tugged the belt loose himself, and
the coat fell open. And there it was the black
lace thing I'd bought for Liam. Shear where it counted.
My nipples already hardening against the fabric. Jesus Christ. Derek's
toothpick dropped. So my question, Mike said, his voice dropping
to something almost conversational, is whether Liam was telling the truth.
You'd do anything for him, right, That's what he said.
The water stopped the bathroom door stayed shut. You want
to make him happy, don't you. Jason stood now too,
flanking me with Spencer. Want to be a good girlfriend,
Such a good girlfriend. Spencer's fingers brushed my hip the best.
My breath caught somewhere in the back of my mind.
Outrage was trying to form how dare they? How dare Liam?
But my body was ahead of my brain, my thighs
pressing together, a pulse starting low and deep. What do
you want? The words scraped out of me, Mike smiled.
Get on your knees. The carpet was rough against my skin.
Six empty beer bottles on the coffee table, a scattered
deck of cards, and Mike's belt buckle right at eye level,
his fingers already working it open. That's it, he said,
good girl. The coat slipped off my shoulders entirely. Someone
Jason pulled the straps of my dress down, and the
lace of my braw was exposed. And then that was gone, too,
dragged down until my breasts spilled out, heavy and warm
in the cool apartment air. Fuck. Derek's voice cracked. Liam
wasn't lying. They're perfect. Spencer crouched beside me, his palm
cupping my left breast, thumb circling the nipple. Look at these,
get the loub Mike said, or oil, whatever's in the bathroom.
Derek returned with a bottle of something coconut scented, apparently Spencer's.
And then there were hands everywhere, slick hands rubbing the
oil over my chest, between my breasts, down my sternum.
My nipples pebbled tight. Someone pinched one and I gasped,
now you. Mike's cock was out, thick and flushed, and
he nudged it against my collar bone. Spit on yourself.
What you heard me? His hand fisted in my hair,
gentle but insistent. Get those tits wet. My mouth was dry.
Spencer held a beer to my lips. I drank without thinking,
cold liquid washing down my throat, and then I leaned
forward and let the spit drip from my mouth onto
my chest, watching it slide down between my breasts. That's
fucking hot, Jason breathed more. Derek was out now too,
stroking himself. Come on. I spat again again, until my
chest was glistening, slick with oil and saliva, and Mike
was positioning himself between my breasts. His cock sliding into
the channel I'd made. Push them together, he grunted, Yeah,
like that. My hands pressed my breasts around his shaft.
The head of his cock appeared and disappeared between the
soft flesh, glistening with spit, and Mike started to move,
slow thrusts at first, then faster, his hips snapping forward.
You like this, Spencer said. It wasn't a question. Look
at your face. Your mouth is open. My mouth closed
opened again. When Mike's cock nudged my chin, tongue out,
he ordered, I obeyed. The tip touched my tongue on
the next thrust, salty, bitter, and then he was fucking
both my tits and my mouth, alternating, spit stringing between us. Fuck,
she's good at this. Derek was beside Mike, now waiting
his turn. My turn, next, weight your goddamn. Mike's voice
cut off in a groan. His rhythm stuttered. I'm gonna
where do you want it? Face? Spencer answered for me.
She wants it on her face, don't you, Carly? I
didn't answer, couldn't answer. Mike's cock was pulsing between my breasts,
and then he pulled back, his hand replacing mine stroking
fast and desperate, until the first hot spurt hit my cheek,
the second across my lips, a third fourth painting my
closed eyelids, the bridge of my nose dripping down onto
my already slick chest. Fuck, Mike staggered back. Fuck told
you that was Liam's voice from somewhere behind me. The
bathroom door was open. I hadn't heard it. Told you
she was the best. I couldn't see him. My eyes
were still closed, sealed shut with Mike's come. But I
heard the smile in his voice, the lazy satisfaction like
he'd just won a bet. Your turn, Jace, then Derreck,
then Spence, then you. Spencer said Yeah. Liam's footsteps came
closer than me. Some one's fingers, Jason's, I think, wiped
at my eyelid's, clearing them just enough for me to
see the room through blurred lashes. Jason was already hard,
already slick, already settling into the same position Mike had
just vacated. Spit on her again. He said, she's drying out.
The bathroom door was open. Liam was watching as he
made a call to four more of his buddies to
use me. Fuck it was going to be a long night.
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