Brett and I groan deeply when he fills me completely.
“Oh my God,” I moan. “Oh fuck.” They quicken their pace and Zeke covers my mouth before I can get too loud. My mind feels separate from my body as they fuck me hard. I tense my muscles at the build of an orgasm and Zeke moans. Out of reflex, I put my hand over his mouth, and it triggers a frenzy from him and he slams into me. I keep my hand in place and he moans louder.
Zeke and Brett continue to fuck me harder and deeper as I get stuck in a continuous state of pleasure. My moans are ragged and I can feel them both pulsate inside of me. They’re so fucking big that I feel every twitch of their cock inside of me.
Brett pulls me back against his chest suddenly, and I groan out loud. “Oh, God. I’m gonna come,” I pant.
“Trust me?” Brett asks.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble and nod. He covers my mouth and pinches my nose closed. Instantly, they both start pounding into me. My whole body is buzzing as they relentlessly fuck me. Zeke twists and tugs at my clit piercing while Brett does the same to my nipple piercings with his free hand. Seconds before they throw me into an orgasm, he lets me breathe. The rush of oxygen makes my body shake harder as my orgasm washes over me. Brett keeps my mouth covered but I am nearly silent as it tears through me. My entire body tenses, and I am gripping them like a vice as they alternate strokes inside of me.
“Fuck,” they moan in near unison as they push in deep to drain themselves.
When the feeling passes, I am suddenly weak. I groan when they pull out of me. I feel so empty suddenly. I get a rush of anxiety when my lustful haze starts to clear.
“Oh god,” I say weakly. “I… oh, no.”
“Shhh. You’re okay,” Zeke says softly. He and Brett surround me in a hug as we lie on the bed, and I relax. The tears still slide down my cheeks. I don’t even know why I’m crying.
“I’m sorry,” I say tearfully. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”
“It’s okay. It’s just a lot to come down from,” Zeke says before kissing my forehead. When I’ve come down some, I end up too weak to do anything except lay there. They do as they promised they would and clean me before dressing me.
“We’re going to take you home. Okay?” Brett says.
“Mhmm,” I force out before Zeke scoops me up into his arms. I lay my head on his chest and snuggle closer. “They will know.”
“They’ll leave it alone when we don’t say anything,” Brett says. “We should find Kaylee so she doesn’t murder us.”
He carries me out of the bedroom and the chatter of the party overwhelms me. I turn into him more and my hair helps make me feel more concealed.
“Kaylee,” Zeke says. “We are taking her home.”
“Whoa. What on earth did you do to her? Is she alive?”
“Yes, smartass. She’s alive,” Zeke says. “She’s just tired.”
“Okay, well… are you sure she’s okay?” She comes closer and brushes my hair from my face. “What did they do to you, sweetie? You’re totally out of it.”
“They stole my energy,” I mumble. “I might be dead. I don’t know.”
“Are you okay though?” she asks.
“I’m okay,” I reassure her.
“Okay,” she smiles. “We can talk tomorrow.”
“Mmmkay,” I mumble and close my eyes.
“I’ll text our address to her phone. Her passcode is 1215,” Kaylee says. “
We move again but a familiar voice catches me off guard and I flinch. “Funny to see her leaving with you two like that,” Fisher says with amusement in his voice. “What. GHB? We all know that prude bitch wouldn’t willingly get with anyone.”
“Fuck off, Fisher,” Brett growls.
“Aw. And here I thought you two liked to share,” he laughs. “She’s pretty fuckable for a fatass. I don’t blame you there, man. Have fun breaking the bitch.”
His words hurt more than they should. I don’t know Fisher but it’s the one insult that feels like a knife to the lung. Brett and Zeke have never once commented on my weight or size. Really, they’ve never said anything negative outside of saying I dressed like I worked at a library. They always implied that my attire made me look innocent. I guess they weren’t wrong.