The Virgin Next Door by Stasia Black

12

CALLA

Oh God.Mack was inside her. That pressure deep inside her was his cock. She was having sex. She was actually having sex. With Mackenzie.

“Get off her, she’s a fucking virgin,” Liam yelled, shoving at Mack.

Mack’s eyes shot to her and widened in sudden horror.

“No, don’t,” she said.

“You heard her,” Liam said. “She said fucking no.”

“No!” Calla wrapped her legs around Mack’s waist when she felt him withdrawing. “Don’t go.”

Mack’s cock pulsed inside her and her eyes dropped shut as she tried to memorize the feeling. Being stretched like that—God, she didn’t even know how to describe it. It didn’t hurt. She’d expected there to be pain. But there was the slightest pinch as Mack’s cock pushed in. How big was he? As big as Liam? Liam had felt huge in her hand and even bigger in her mouth.

God, she’d had Liam O’Neill’s cock in her mouth. He’d been so hard. Like, obviously he was hard. She wasn’t that dumb about sex. She’d even watched porn a couple times out of curiosity. But in the videos she’d seen the sex had been rough. Nothing like the exquisite care Mack and Liam had taken when their mouths were both on her driving her to the edge of sanity. She shuddered both at the memory and the way Mack’s cock felt inside her when he slid out a little further and then pushed in again.

“Are you okay, Calla?” Liam asked, his voice concerned.

Calla swallowed and reached out a hand for him. Liam clasped her fingers and came close so that his face was only inches away. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to prop herself up on her elbow so she could kiss him. She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him down with her when she lay back.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Mack said, his tone gentler than it had been all night. “You’re doing so good. Do you know how good it feels to be inside you? I’ve never felt anything so fucking good.” He hissed through his teeth as he pulled out and then slowly pushed back in. Achingly slowly.

His groin made the barest contact with her clit as he moved and she shifted restlessly against him. Nice that he was being a gentleman and all, but dammit, she needed him to move.

“I’m okay,” she said, breaking from Liam’s kiss to look at Mack. “You’re not hurting me.”

Mack’s face was ruddy with color and she saw a vein straining at his neck. Calla reached out and traced it with her finger. “I’m not going to break.”

“We know,” Liam dropped down to kiss her deep again. “You’re our strong girl.”

Our.

Why did her blood race at hearing him say that? Theirs. She wanted to be theirs. God, she hadn’t even known such a thing was an option, but now that she’d glimpsed it, she wanted it bad.

Which was ridiculous. This was just one night. They were obviously so much more experienced than her. If she had any space left in her head to question things, she’d probably be freaking the hell out right now. Two guys at once? She didn’t even know people did that.

But it had just felt so natural when they were both at her door. They’d looked at each other and apparently shared some unspoken signal because the next thing she’d known, they were both kissing her and she was shoving down the straps on her dress.

“Does me fucking you feel good?” Mack asked, his hips shoving up against her pelvis.

Liam let up from kissing her long enough for her to nod and manage a shaky, “Yes.”

“I can make it feel even better,” Liam said, blue eyes flashing. He snaked a hand down between her and Mackenzie’s body until his middle finger was strumming her right where they’d had their mouths earlier.

“Oh,” she gasped, one hand clutching Liam’s shoulder, the other holding onto Mack. Mack leaned down and kissed her. Gentle at first. And then harder and harder as the rhythm of his thrusts picked up.

“She’s so fuckin’ tight,” Mack murmured.

“I bet she is,” Liam responded. “Is she clenching on you?”

“You have no fuckin’ idea.” Mack twisted his hips, grinding into her and bearing down on Liam’s hand between them. Did Mack feel him there? When he slid his cock out, did Liam’s hand brush his length? Why the hell was that thought so arousing?

Mack’s tongue thrust deep in her mouth, echoing the movements of his hips. Oh God, she’d never— She didn’t know it would feel so—

Her eyes squeezed shut as her back arched into Mack’s chest. Oh God, it was hitting. So much deeper and harder than before. Her toes curled and she buried her hand in Liam’s hair as he swooped down, sucking on her neck while Mack kissed her.

Her high-pitched cry pierced the air as the blinding wave inside her went up.

Up.

Up.

UP.

And then all the weight of gathered pressure released in one heart-stopping crash of pleasure. Like every ounce of her being was fulfilling its purpose perfectly, stretching out to the edges of her toes and out to her fingertips as she hovered at the apex for—one heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Three—

And then the breath swooshed out of her as she collapsed backward on the bed as the wave finally receded.

Her eyes drifted open only to see Mack’s exquisite face as it contorted in pleasure. His mouth was dropped open and his gray eyes burned as he looked down at her. Then he thrust his hips forward and planted himself so deep she knew she’d never forget the feel of him. Ever. Not until her dying day and probably not even then. She’d remember this feeling for eternity.

Mack collapsed on top of her, holding his hands on either side of her so he didn’t crush her. She looked down at the top of his head, wondering what he was thinking. And Liam. She reached for him again and drew him down so that he was lying in the crook of her arm. Then she ran her hands through Mack’s dark hair and he bowed his head into her collarbone.

The room was completely quiet except for the noise of all of them catching their breath. And Calla thought there hadn’t ever been a more perfect moment in all of existence. She’d never felt more connected to a human being, or more fully alive than she did right at this moment.

Until Mack pulled off her. The next second, he rolled so that his feet were on the floor. Calla blinked up in surprise to see him walking away from the bed. He didn’t look back at her. He turned only enough so that his face was in profile, his gaze fixed on the door. His voice sounded raw when he said, “Get her cleaned up.”

And then he slammed out the door.