Chaos by Sarah Bailey

Seventeen

Drake

Watching her slowly unbutton her blouse whilst her body swayed to the heady beat had me shifting on the sofa. I don’t think any of us could look away from Scarlett and her movements. And the fact she’d begged for dick, begged for more than one, had me hard in an instant.

Giving her Ecstasy was a risk, but the tears streaming down her cheeks earlier when I’d caught her and Prescott arguing in the hallway did something to me. They made me want to give her a night off from her thoughts and feelings. Prescott’s accusation that I didn’t care about her hit a nerve with me. This might be a fucked up way of showing I cared, but it was my way.

I hadn’t, however, expected her to want sex. Not like I was complaining or anything, but shit, watching her strip for us was heaven.

“We going to do this here or upstairs?” Francis asked, waving at Scarlett.

“Not got lube down here,” West said with a shrug.

It was easier to fuck her together on a bed. The one we’d had installed in our playroom was bigger than your standard king size for that very reason. Custom built for our need to share.

“Upstairs,” I said before sipping from my beer bottle.

Glancing over at Prescott, I found him mesmerised by Scarlett. He rubbed his bottom lip with his finger as his eyes roamed over her body. He’d admitted he loved her earlier. I don’t think he was capable of separating her from the girl we’d known as kids and the woman she was now. At least not his feelings towards Scarlett. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but we all knew she couldn’t be trusted until she remembered us. And even then, I had no idea how she would feel about the four of us.

Scarlett had discarded her blouse and skirt. The underwear she was wearing was basically see-through. I hauled myself up off the sofa and approached her. She stared up at me with this bright smile on her face.

“Did I do okay, sir?”

Fuck did I want to smile. Instead, I nodded and wrapped a hand around her waist.

“Come, we’re taking this somewhere more… comfortable.” I turned back to the others. “Bring water, wouldn’t want her getting dehydrated, yeah?”

I got a nod from Francis. Scarlett came with me willingly as I made my way over to the stairs, knowing the others would follow along behind us. I took her upstairs and down to the end, opening the door and pushing her into our playroom. Her eyes went about the room when I turned on the lights. We’d had dimmers installed, so it wasn’t harsh.

“Get on the bed, Scarlett.”

She did as I told her. The woman looked so small on the big bed, sitting in the middle of it watching me with wide eyes. She reached out towards me. I walked over to her, hearing the others come in behind us. Leaning down, my hands went to her knickers. She let me pull them off her legs before allowing me to discard her bra too. I wrapped my hands around her ankles and tugged her towards the end of the bed, letting her legs dangle off the end. Lowering myself to my knees, I spread her legs and kissed my way up her inner thigh. She let out a whimper, her hands going to my hair. I smiled against her skin, knowing she couldn’t see it.

My tongue delved between her wet folds, tasting her essence and seeking out her hard little nub. She moaned in response, her hips bucking into my face. In my experience, it was harder to come sometimes on E, but I had an ulterior motive for going down on her. Putting my hand out, I waited until one of them slapped a tube into it.

Scarlett’s hands left my hair as she was shoved back onto the bed. My eyes flicked up, finding West had his hand around her throat and had pinned her to the sheets.

“Please,” she whined, her hands grasping at his arms as if she wanted him closer. “Why won’t you kiss me?”

He stared down at her with an intense expression, like he was considering it.

“You can kiss Pres or Frankie, Scar. I’m sure even Drake would consider it, but he’s busy between your legs.”

Preparing you for what’s to come, little wisp.

I don’t think she was happy with his answer. She looked like a petulant child and her nails dug into his tattooed forearms. He didn’t seem to care about her inflicting injuries on him, but West loved pain with his pleasure. It was his thing.

“I can’t,” she whispered. “Pres only gives them as rewards. I haven’t been good for him.”

West leant closer, his expression softening a fraction.

“You want to kiss him right now?” he murmured.

She nodded, letting go of West’s arms.

“I think he might be willing to make an exception.”

Fuck, the hope in her eyes had me wanting to tell Prescott to get his act together and sort his shit out with her. Clearly, in her drug-fuelled haze, she’d forgotten about their arguments. About how he’d hurt her.

“Pres, come here,” West said, looking towards where I was sure Prescott and Francis were, but I couldn’t see them.

“Why?” came Prescott’s response.

“Because I fucking said so.”

I pulled back from Scarlett’s pussy and flipped the cap on the lube. Her eyes went to me, her body bowing towards my face. She didn’t want me to stop. I stroked her inner thigh, reassuring her I wasn’t going anywhere. Then I coated my fingers and slid them between her cheeks, rubbing them around her tight little hole. She pressed herself against me like she wanted me to prep her even though she was distracted by West.

Prescott came into view as he sat on the other side of Scarlett. His expression was cautious as Francis joined West, sitting on the bed by Scarlett’s head.

“Ask him, Scar,” West said, waving at Prescott.

There was fear in her eyes but she turned to Prescott when West let go of her neck. Her hand moved slowly, reaching out and landing on Prescott’s thigh. He stared down at it like he couldn’t believe she wanted to touch him.

“Pres.”

He leant towards her as if he couldn’t help but want to be near her. The moment he got close enough, she wrapped her other hand around his neck and tugged him against her. His hands landed on either side of her as she captured his mouth in hers. I watched him kiss her back with no hesitation. You could see the tension leaving his body as his fingers speared into her hair.

Whilst she was distracted by his kiss, I pressed a finger inside her before lowering my mouth to her clit again. Her moan, muffled by Prescott’s mouth, fuelled me. I wanted to give her more, make her explode. As I worked her with my fingers, she thrust her hips almost like a demand to keep going.

“Please,” she whimpered into Prescott’s mouth. “Fuck me, please.”

Prescott released her and sat back, looking like he was in a daze from having kissed the woman he was in love with.

“Is she ready for it?” West asked me.

I’d worked two fingers inside her tight entrance, but I didn’t think it would be enough.

“Needs more prep,” I told him as I pulled away from her pussy.

“Fine, she can sit on my dick whilst you do it.”

I grinned and pulled my fingers from her. West didn’t take long to take off his clothes and sit up against the headboard next to Francis, who’d stripped off already.

“Come here, Scar.”

Scarlett flipped over onto her hands and knees before crawling over him. West didn’t hesitate in grabbing hold of her hips and sliding his cock in her thoroughly wet little pussy. She moaned, gripping his shoulders like an anchor.

“This what you want, Scar? You want dick?”

“Yes, please, more, give me more.”

He smirked as he shoved her down fully on his cock. I tossed the lube to Francis and nodded at her. He could have at her first considering that’s what West had suggested downstairs. What she’d agreed to.

Francis picked up the lube, flipped the cap and got behind her. She looked at him over her shoulder whilst she rode West’s dick. West leant forward and took her nipple in his mouth, making her whine in response. Francis put his hand around Scarlett’s neck, tugging her back against him whilst his other hand delved between them.

“You want me to fuck you, huh?” he murmured. “You want to take us both?”

“Please.”

“What a good little whore you are.”

The way she all but preened for him was hot as hell. She let out a choked moan a moment later, indicating he’d penetrated her with his fingers. Whilst I watched him prep Scarlett further for his dick, I stood up and undressed. Prescott did the same. None of us gave a shit about being naked in front of each other. I was secure in who I was, not to mention we’d known each other practically our whole lives. Everything we’d gone through had formed an unbreakable bond.

“Please, Frankie, please fuck me.”

Hearing her say that after all these years had me pausing. Francis hadn’t mentioned she’d called him Frankie. Considering he hadn’t reacted, she must’ve done it before. He merely pulled his fingers from her and grabbed the lube.

West sat back and eyed her with a smirk.

“You going to ride us both, Scar?”

She leant closer to West, their bodies brushing together as if she was giving Francis better access. Her lips trailed along his jaw, something West didn’t stop. He merely held her hips still whilst Francis put his hand on her back, the other grasping his dick.

“Yes,” she murmured against West’s skin. “I want to fuck all of you.”

“Dirty girl.”

Fuck me, little wisp, you are something else. Something I never expected, but I need you. All of you.

I wanted my hands full of her, fucking her like they were as Francis pressed inside her. She gripped West’s shoulders, letting out a sharp cry of pleasure and pain. I couldn’t help but be drawn closer to her and by the looks of it, Prescott felt the same way. The two of us moved either side of the threesome. I leant closer and nuzzled her neck with my lips. She tilted her head to allow me better access.

“Please, more,” she whimpered.

Prescott dug his hand between West and Scarlett, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple. I did the same to her other breast, rolling her nipple between my forefinger and thumb. She panted, her head falling back against Francis’ shoulder as he pressed deeper inside her. I kissed her neck, running my tongue along her skin. Her hands left West’s shoulders and instead landed on my dick. I was pretty sure she was touching Prescott’s too judging by the way he grunted. West gripped her hips harder and encouraged her to fuck him and Francis, guiding her so she could stroke Prescott and me at the same time.

This was the closest the four of us had ever been to a woman together. Touching her. Fucking well worshipping her. When we shared, it was often two on one, perhaps three, but this? This was us and Scarlett, the way we were always meant to be.

“Harder, I want it harder, please.”

Francis wrapped a hand around her shoulder to get better leverage. She cried and whimpered as he gave it to her, but the sounds were of pleasure, need and desire.

“That’s it, my little whore,” he murmured. “Fucking take it.”

I pinched her nipple harder as Prescott moved his hand lower to seek out her clit. She closed her eyes, turning her face into Francis’. He caught her lips, tangling their tongues together in a messy kiss. When he released her, she turned to me, wanting my mouth. I let her kiss me, my hand curling around her jaw to bring her closer. She tasted so fucking good. It reminded me of the night she’d been covered in blood and it only made my cock throb harder between her fingers. Fuck did I want to do it again. Bathe her in it before fucking her until she screamed.

Scarlett cried out in my mouth, her body shaking as she came violently. I released her, allowing West and Francis to hold her between them. I sat back on my hands, watching them continue to pound into her, both driving towards their own releases. Scarlett let go of me and Prescott, her hands going to West’s chest to keep herself steady.

It was then I understood Prescott’s voyeurism. Watching the three of them together, the boys barrelling their way to their own climaxes as Scarlett panted between them was alluring in a whole different way. I’d watched before, but something about it being Scarlett had me needing more. Needing to see it. And when the two of them groaned, finding their mutual pleasure in our woman, I was enraptured by the scene in front of me.

They held Scarlett for a few minutes whilst the two of them came down, before Francis pulled out of her and slumped down on the bed. West lifted Scarlett off him and handed her over to me. She sat in my lap, panting with her eyes closed. Reaching up, I stroked her cheek before waving at Prescott to grab the water off the bedside table. He handed it to me and I pressed it to her lips. Scarlett opened her eyes before she drank from it, staring up at me with a grateful expression on her face. When she was done, I handed the glass back to Prescott.

“Are you going to fuck me now, sir?” she whispered.

I leant closer, my lips dusting across hers.

“Yes, Scarlett. Then you can fuck Pres, mmm?”

She nodded before she kissed me and I was utterly lost in her sweet mouth and the feel of her against me. I let myself drown in Scarlett because come tomorrow, she wouldn’t be so pliant or giving. Of that, I was sure.