Carnage by Sarah Bailey

Twenty Nine

Prescott

Monday rolled around, leaving us all curious about Scarlett’s next moves. Whether she’d turn up today after what we’d done on Friday night. Well, the only person who didn’t seem to care was West, but he’d spent the weekend in a drug-induced haze. The Scarlett thing had fucked him up way worse than he was willing to let on. Sharing had become like second nature to us, but she was different. Scarlett was the only woman any of us had ever felt connected to. The only one we’d allowed in. She was ours on a fundamental level. It was fucking destiny.

I heard my office door close and the lock flip. Looking up, I found a rather determined Scarlett striding towards me.

“To what do I owe this pleasure, sweetness?”

“Don’t you sweetness me. I have a bone to pick with you.”

I remained expressionless, but inside I was a mess of emotions. The way her eyes flashed and the anger in her voice brought back memories of the old Scarlett. The girl she’d been before the accident. The one who stood up for herself and never backed down from a challenge.

“What am I going to do with you, Pres?”

I shrugged and gave her a wink.

“Go along with my batshit crazy idea, anyway?”

She shoved my arm and gave me a look.

“You’re lucky I care about you enough not to let you do a stupid thing alone.”

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

“You care? How sweet.”

She grinned and spun away from me.

“The sweetest damn thing you’ll never taste.”

The memory dissipated as Scarlett rounded my desk and came to a standstill by my chair. I turned to face her. Those hazel-green eyes blazed with fury, but there was something else in them. Trepidation mixed with desire. It made me smile. She couldn’t hide it. We knew each other on an intimate level now, after all.

“Well, spit it out then. What did I do to earn your ire? I assume you’re pissed at me for something.”

To my surprise, she stepped between my spread legs, placed her hands on the arms of the chair, and leant closer.

“You know exactly why.”

“I don’t think I do.”

“I am not in the mood for games. You and the rest of them owe me an explanation.”

I shifted in my seat. Her closeness combined with the memory of her coming over my cock had it thickening. Not to mention her smell. Cinnamon. Fuck. I loved the way she smelt.

“We do? What for?”

She lifted a hand and stroked it down my tie. Then she gripped it in her small fist.

“For what you did to me.”

“And what was that?”

Her fist around my tie tightened. She pulled me towards her until our faces were inches apart. I wasn’t afraid of what she’d do, merely curious.

“Do not play dumb, Prescott.” Her eyes flicked down to my mouth and back up. “You’re going to tell me why and who did what to me.”

“Oh, I am, am I?”

“Yes.”

I reached up and tickled the inside of her wrist where she was holding my tie. She shivered at the simple touch, her eyes growing darker.

“And what will you give me in return for the information you’re seeking?”

Oh, but the fire in her eyes at my question had me biting my lip. If I had less self-restraint, I would pull her closer and kiss the living shit out of that mouth of hers. But no, she didn’t yet deserve the pleasure of my lips on hers. I only gave kisses to women as a reward for good behaviour.

“You expect me to give you something?”

My fingers left her wrist and stroked her jaw instead.

“Yes, sweetness. I don’t give things away for free.”

Her eyes narrowed.

“What do you want?”

I had the advantage here. If she desired the information that badly, she’d do as I asked and deal with it.

“Pull up your skirt, sit on my desk and spread your legs.”

The door was locked. No danger of anyone walking in on us. Wouldn’t matter if one of the guys did, but I didn’t want Tonya getting an eyeful. The bitch would likely give me shit over it and get in a mood. No doubt she craved my dick. I wouldn’t give her a seeing to, even if she was the last woman alive. Fuck that. Besides, I was no longer interested in what was between other women’s legs. Not when the one in front of me had such a delectable little pussy. One I could spend forever with.

“What?”

“You heard me.” My fingers curled around her jaw. “If you want me to answer your questions, you’ll do exactly as I tell you.”

For a long moment, she merely stared at me. The range of emotions flickering across her face gave away her conflicted feelings. She let go of my tie and smoothed it down before straightening, forcing me to drop my hand from her face. Scarlett took a deep breath, then tugged on her skirt, pulling it up slowly as if to tease me. My dick was already straining against my zipper.

“Take those off before you sit down.”

I pointed at the lacy little knickers she’d revealed. She clenched her jaw but said nothing, merely tugged them down, bent over and picked them up. She set them on my desk before she hopped up on it, her bare behind pressing against the glass. I turned my chair so I could face her. Her legs were squeezed together as if she didn’t want to open them and let me see.

“Show me your pussy, Scarlett.”

It took her a second to do as I asked, spreading her legs and showing me the pussy I’d watched my friends fuck on Friday. The one I’d had around my cock whilst West fucked her tight little arse. It was as fucking sweet as I remembered.

She gave me a look as if to say what next. Her compliance was intoxicating. Right now, she would do anything for me to get what she wanted.

“I want you to slide your fingers between your lips and show me how wet you are.”

Her hand lifted from the desk and she used two fingers to spread her pussy for me. I moved closer and stared at her arousal glistening in the light streaming in through the windows.

“You can’t hide it, can you?” I murmured. “You like being told what to do.”

“Fuck you.”

I smiled.

“Mmm, as much as I’d love that, it’s not what we’re here for. Fuck yourself on your fingers.”

The mutinous look she gave me had me biting my lip again. She slid her fingers lower and impaled herself on them. My mouth watered at the sight of her thrusting them in and out of herself. She let out a pant a moment later. No matter how she tried to hide it, Scarlett wanted to be on display for me. She wanted to be told exactly what to do, when and how.

“You can do better than that. Show me how you liked to be fucked.”

Her fingers worked faster. I leant closer, my hands landing on either side of her on the desk. I could smell her arousal, and it almost did me in. My tongue wanted to taste her essence from the source. My primal instincts flared, wanting to pin her down and take my little lamb as she offered herself up to me.

Fuck, how I want to chase her down and fuck her like an animal until she’s a sobbing wreck.

It would be the sweetest damn hunt I’d ever had in my life.

A moan left Scarlett’s lips. My restraint was shot to pieces at the sound. As her fingers moved out of her pussy, I dove in and licked them. I groaned, my hands landing on her spread thighs, gripping them tightly. My tongue sought out her clit, running over the hardened bud.

“Prescott,” she whimpered, continuing to fuck herself.

I didn’t get to hear her moan my name on Friday. This was more than I could fucking take. One of my hands left her thighs. I gripped her wrist, pulling it from her pussy. I replaced her fingers with my own, shoving them deep and making her buck in my grasp. My tongue bathed her clit. She panted, her hand landing on my head and digging into my hair. It only spurred me on, made me want to give her more.

“Sweetness,” I groaned against her clit. “You’re so fucking delectable.”

I’d never tasted a better pussy in my life. Never wanted a woman this much. I was almost desperate to have her. I didn’t have to share her with the others right now. Her moans and pants were just for me. All for fucking me. I wanted to drown in Scarlett’s pussy and never come up for air. This girl I’d known my whole life. She might not know me right now, but we were fucking bound. The five of us were essential to each other. I couldn’t live without her for another ten years. Not now that I’d had her like this.

It didn’t matter that she was here to destroy us. All that mattered was having her back. Having her here with me where I could feel her, see her, and be near her.

“Don’t stop,” she cried, her nails scraping across my scalp. “Please.”

I thrust my fingers harder. This Monday morning was proving to be one of the best of my life. Usually, I fucking hated coming down for work after the weekend, but this… I could get used to this.

“Fuck! Pres… oh fuck.”

She shuddered, her body clenching around my fingers with her climax. I was lost in it. In her calling me Pres. In the memory of the way she’d been when we were younger. All of it crashed down on me. I couldn’t help it. I was utterly fucked for Scarlett.

I’ve missed you.

But there was no way I could reveal that shit to her. No way I could let on how I felt about our girl. I had to get my shit together and bury it. There was no room for emotions when it came to Scarlett.

I pulled my fingers from her pussy and rose to my feet. She was still panting, her eyes closed. I grabbed her face with one hand. With the other, I shoved my fingers in her mouth, the ones coated with her cum. I watched her eyes snap open and widen.

“Suck them.”

Her tongue curled around my fingers, tasting herself on them. I brought my face to her ear, my breathing laboured. I couldn’t hide how turned on I was. My dick was fucking painful with the way it ached to be inside her.

“Do you want me, sweetness?” I pressed my fingers deeper, wanting to make her gag on them. “Want me to fuck you so good, you forget your own name?”

She moaned around my fingers.

“Mmm, my little lamb, you’re such a good girl.”

I kissed her ear before shoving my tongue in it. She whimpered around my fingers when they hit the back of her throat.

“Get my cock out. Now.”

Her hands went to my belt, unbuckling it. She unbuttoned and unzipped me next, her hands fumbling in her desperation to do as I told her. My fingers went deeper and she gagged on them. The sound was fucking everything.

The moment she had me free, she was guiding it to her pussy without being told. My hips shunted forward, shoving my cock deep into her pussy in one thrust. She gasped around my fingers, her spit dribbling out of her mouth as she continued to gag on them. Her fingers curled around my waist, pulling me closer so our bodies were almost flush with each other.

“You’re so wet, you’re soaking my dick. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You came in here, all riled up because you wanted to get fucked. You wanted me to punish your sweet little pussy with pleasure.”

I pulled back and thrust deep, eliciting more moans and gags from her. I fucked her mouth with my fingers in time with my cock in her pussy. She had no idea how much I wanted to wreck her. I wanted her makeup running, her lipstick smeared all over her face. There was no hotter sight than a woman ruined after getting railed. She’d been a mess on Friday, cum running down her face and leaking from her well-used holes.

Her hands slid from my waist and under my clothes. She gripped my behind, her nails digging into my skin. I grunted in her ear, loving the pain they caused. Wanting her to drag her nails down my back whilst I took her with savage brutality after I’d chased her down.

You can make her your prey and wreck your woman with your cock soon.

“You want the truth, hmm?”

She nodded and whimpered around my fingers.

“We’re not nice men, Scarlett, but you already knew that, didn’t you? When we want something, we take it. And you just happen to be our latest possession. We own you.”

It was a partial truth. As if I was ever going to tell her the real reason. The others would crucify me.

“Now, my little lamb, it’s time for you to come again, and maybe I’ll tell you whose dick you took on Friday. Be a good girl and rub that clit for me.”

There was no point denying it. She knew it was us. We’d fucked her so good, she’d come multiple times and passed out on us.

She released my behind and dug her fingers between us, stroking herself. I punished her sweet pussy and mouth with my cock and fingers, driving her ever higher. When she snapped, she choked around my fingers, her spit running down her chin. Her climax set me off. I groaned in her ear, emptying myself in her. There was nothing like fucking a woman bare, coating her insides with cum and watching it spill out afterwards.

We’d all seen the scars on our woman on Friday. We knew what happened to her. We knew everything. There was no danger of us knocking her up. Seeing the evidence of her accident had made my chest burn, but I’d shoved it away. The pain of that night was a memory I’d rather forget.

Scarlett whimpered when I pulled my fingers from her mouth. She slumped against my body, pressing her face into my neck and wrapping her arms around me. I didn’t know what to do or say. The gesture was entirely unexpected.

“Please,” she whispered against my skin. “Please… hold me, Pres.”

The desperate note to her voice made a long-dormant part of me expand in my chest. The one I’d buried after she disappeared. I held her against me despite knowing it would be a mistake to be remotely soft with her. I stroked her hair, trying to soothe her after what I’d done to her.

“Shh, I’ve got you, sweetness.”

What the fuck? Who are you right now?

“Will you tell me… please?”

“Are you sure you want to know?”

She nodded into my neck, keeping her face buried in it.

“Francis, Drake, me, then West.”

For a moment she said nothing, then she clutched me tighter as if she never wanted to leave my embrace.

“Thank you.”

With her words, a small crack appeared in the shell around my heart. And I knew it meant one thing and one thing alone.

The crack spelt disaster.