Chapter 3

Three

Skyler

We hop in Price’s truck with Caelan while the rest of the guys follow in Slate’s Jeep. I’m not sure why they seem to be the two who drive most often, but it works, so I’m not complaining. Bridget kicked Caelan into the back with us so that she could be in charge of the radio.

Terrible idea. I love Bridget, but our music taste is just about as opposite as it can be. The drive to the lake is only about forty minutes, but after about ten, I’m ready to smash my head off the glass. Usually, it wouldn’t be a problem. I carry my headphones around with me, but of course, today, they’re dead.

“Hey,” Caelan nudges me before slipping something into my hand with a wink.

Looking down, I find one of his headphones. I could kiss him. No, scratch that. He definitely deserves a kiss. Leaning over, I press a loud kiss to his cheek and watch as he flushes an adorable pink and rolls his eyes at me.

You’d never guess we fuck on the regular based on how shy he seems, but man, is he great with his fingers. All the guys are good in bed, though I can’t say I don’t have my preferences.

The best thing about our group is there are no rules, so long as our friendship comes before everything else. About a year ago, Bridget slept with Price, and it almost tore us apart. The guys were at each other's throats about it, and while I still don’t know how it came up, we pretty much ended up as friends with benefits.

All of us.

No feelings allowed.

We're just having fun enjoying our last year of high school before we go off to college together.

With Caelan’s music to help me drown out Bridget and Val’s terrible singing, the drive is over before I know it.

This party is one of four each year that damn near everyone turns up at. The school turns a blind eye if we're all a little hung over the next day, and the park lets us pitch tents so long as we clean up after ourselves. It’s even better this year because Devil’s Night falls on a Friday.

“Let’s get fucked up!” Price screams the second we’re parked, and his good mood is contagious.

We drink, smoke, dance, and some of the crazier ones even jump in the damn lake. It’s shallow on our side, and nobody goes far. But while it might be warm during the day when the sun goes down, it gets chilly.

The music is loud, and the vibe is everything I’ve been craving.

This is why I love this time of year.

“Let’s go on an adventure!” Holt shouts, grabbing Bridget and tugging her toward the woods. Bridget is trashed. She’s always been a lightweight, and no amount of us drinking on the regular has helped that. Holt passes her something, and she tosses it back without hesitation as he makes his way to the rest of us.

“It’s ecstasy, girl, nothing crazy, just a little something to help you feel good,” Holt tells me when I hesitate, knowing I don’t fuck with pills. Drinking and smoking, I’m good with, but pills are something I’ve never had a desire for.

If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t chance it. I’d never let Bridget take it either, but I know Holt.

He would never hurt us.

Apparently, I’m just fucked up enough to try it because, after a moment's hesitation, I take it. Swallowing it down earns me a whoop of excitement and a sloppy kiss on the cheek from Holt that leaves me in a fit of giggles.

He makes his way around the rest of the group, and I watch as most people take one, with the exception of Caelan, but I knew he wouldn’t. His job drug tests, which means he can only drink, but that’s okay. I can help him feel good.

“Adventure!” Holt shouts again as he makes his way back to Bridget. She mimics his call and laughs as she follows him into the woods.

I roll my eyes, watching them disappear.

Adventure, my ass, they're going to get lost and fuck. Which honestly doesn’t sound like a bad idea. Well, the fucking part doesn’t. I’m not so sure about the woods.

Maybe it’s silly, but I’d been careful to avoid them all night after that stupid message from the Ouija board. Earlier, a very tipsy Val came over and told me she felt stupid for being so afraid when she was pretty sure Bridget was behind the whole thing. I laughed and agreed, not having the heart to tell her that I’m almost positive she wasn’t.

Price and Val are the next to disappear, and Bishop’s already passed out in the tent. I’m sure he will be up in a few hours, no doubt crawling to one of us for something, but for now, he’s out. That just leaves me, Slate, and Caelan. Well, I can get down with being the meat in that sandwich.

I toss back the rest of my drink and drop the cup in the can. If I get my way, I won’t be needing it anymore.

“Hey,” I say, going for sexy as I walk up to Caelan. It sounds ridiculous even to my own ears, and I can't help but laugh when he turns to me with a smile.

“Are you trying to seduce me, Sky?” Caelan asks, stepping towards me. We’re chest to chest, and I have to crane my head back to meet his eyes. They sparkle with mirth, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love that about him. Everyone else sees the nerdy theater kid, but I know he’s much more than that. In another life, one where I wanted a boyfriend, I would have had a tough time picking between him and Slate, but man, I would have loved exploring them both to find out.

“I don’t know,” I say, reaching up to place my hand on his chest, craving the feel of him. Well, that and to help me stay upright. “Is it working?” I watch as his pupils expand, filling with lust.

Fuck, whatever Holt gave me must already be working because I’m about this close to just fucking him right here and not caring who sees. Hell, that almost makes it more appealing.

“Oh, Sky.” His arm snakes out, wrapping around my waist, pulling me impossibly closer so that I can feel the hard length pressed against me. “You know I’m happy to please you any day of the week,” he says, leaning down and nibbling on my ear.

Goosebumps break out over my skin, and it has nothing to do with the cool breeze and everything to do with the feeling of him against me.

“Hey, don’t hog her,” Slate says, suddenly right behind me, pressing into my back.

The chill of the air is forgotten as the warmth of them and my need pulses through me, making me feel like I’m on fire in the best way.

Slate pushes my sweater up. His fingers are long and calloused from years of playing the bass guitar. He ghosts them over my bare stomach with feather-light touches that have my heart racing and my panties damp. A moan leaves my lips, loud and needy, as I let my head fall back against Slate’s chest, giving Caelan better access and begging for more.

“I don’t think she minds if we share,” Caelan says, and I hear the smile on his lips even with my eyes closed.

One second, my feet are on the ground, as I’m sandwiched between them, and the next, I’m being thrown through the air.

Okay, thrown is a little dramatic, I guess, but it sure as fuck feels like it. I have to fight to hold back the content of my stomach that suddenly wants to come back up.

“Careful, Slate. It don’t look like she liked that too much,” Caelan says, barking a laugh from behind us, no doubt seeing the shade of green I’ve just turned. I’m upside down, flung over Slate’s shoulder as he trudges through the rest of the partygoers, and I lock eyes with Caelan to keep myself grounded.

Fuck, don’t throw up, Sky.

I tell myself over and over as every step makes my stomach turn.

Somehow, I manage to keep it together until my feet are back on solid ground. The desire to get laid outweighs my stomach’s need to purge itself. There’s time for that later. Right now, I have other plans, and they involve not one but two dicks.

One of the best parts of us all fucking around is the ability to mix and match. At this point, we’ve all been together one way or another and while one on one is good, I enjoy sharing. Something about it is so fucking hot, and don’t get me started on watching the guys together…

Fuck me, it’s fantastic.

Unfortunately, Caelan isn’t into guys, not even for a little fun. That’s fine, though, because I’m feeling needy tonight.

Slate doesn’t waste any time, pulling off his shirt and letting it fall to the forest floor without a care. I don’t need to see him to know he’s covered in tattoos. I’ve seen him naked so many times I can picture it. The barbells in each of his nipples, the swirls of color that mix with the deep black lines of art that cover so much of his skin, he's like a walking canvas.

Excitement has my blood pumping in my ears so loud it drowns out the sound of the party as I reach down to pull off my sweater. The second it’s over my head, I stumble and almost fall.

“Someone’s eager,” Caelan says, pulling my sweater off the rest of the way, freeing me.

“Sky’s always eager,” Slate says. His deep, husky voice lets me know he’s just as excited as I am. “She’s such a good girl, always ready to let us fuck her. Wouldn’t you agree, Caelan?” he asks, taking my chin in his hand and forcing my head back so that I look up at him. It’s too dark to really see him, but he knows I love it when he handles me like this, and the fucking praise.

Ugh, if I wasn’t already dripping, I am now. My pussy throbs, begging for them like the needy bitch she is, and a whine escapes before I can swallow it down.

“Don’t tease her, Slate. You know Holt gave her ecstasy. She’s probably going out of her mind right now, waiting to be stuffed full of our cocks.” His words make me whimper, sounding like a sad puppy and letting them know how right he is.

“Remind me to kiss Holt later,” Slate says with a laugh as he slips out of his jeans.

“Let me help you so you don’t hurt yourself,” Caelan says, his warm breath rolling over my skin in a way that would have me agreeing with just about anything he said right now. “Keep your eyes on Slate, babe. He talks a good game, but I think he’s just as needy as you are right now.”

Caelan’s hands trail up my mostly bare torso and under my crop top, peeling it up and over my head with ease.

The chill of the air on my skin makes my nipples harden, and the feel of them rubbing against the lace of my bra is amazing.

Fuck, maybe I should try ecstasy more often. If I’m already feeling this good, I can’t imagine what sex will be like.

My bra only lasts a second before Caelan’s talented fingers find the clasp. It slides down my arms, and I shake it off the rest of the way. My eyes are glued to Slate as he stands just out of my reach in nothing but his boxers, his eyes roaming over my now bare chest as he strokes himself through the thin fabric.

Caelan’s hand closes around my biceps, spinning me around to face him. His lips slam into mine in a punishing kiss that tells me just how much he wants me.

Like I said, we all might fuck, but Caelan and Slate are a fantastic combo. The way they both devour me with their eyes and mouths makes me feel like a queen. Adding Holt in every once in a while is nice, too, though.

There’s something so exhilarating about being fucked by Holt while Slate fucks him.

Caelan’s tongue forces its way into my mouth, and I’m happy to play with him, sucking on it in a way I know drives him crazy before I nip at it.

He pulls back with a groan, dropping his forehead to mine as his hands come up to palm my breasts, making my eyes fall closed.

“A good girl indeed,” Caelan purrs, making my eyes snap open again right before his fingers move to my nipples.

Like Slate, my nipples are also pierced. We went together for our sixteenth birthday and got them done by his cousin and it’s honestly one of my favorite piercings. I’ve always had a thing for a little bit of pain with my pleasure, and adding them took it to the next level.

Something they are both more than aware of and love to use against me all the time. Not that I’m complaining. Far from it, actually.

His fingers tug at the rings slightly, and it’s like they have a direct line to my pussy. I clench my thighs against the ache, letting my head fall against his shoulder. He takes the opening, leaning down to sink his teeth into the sensitive skin beneath my ear.

“Fuck, as much as I love watching you tease her, I’m gonna bust if she keeps making sounds like that, man,” Slate says, and I feel Caelan’s chuckle as it vibrates against my throat.

He pulls back with a pop, and I know I’ll have a hickey tomorrow. Caelan loves leaving marks on my skin.

“Looks like Sky isn’t the only one who’s eager,” Caelan teases, and I giggle when I hear Slate grumble behind us.

Caelan releases me, slowly turning me to face Slate. I find him sitting against a tree a few feet from us, his dick out as he lazily strokes it, his eyes burning into me.

Caelan reaches around me, undoing my jeans and pulling them down my legs, taking my underwear along with them. I’d worn a cute little matching set, knowing I’d get fucked by at least one of them tonight, but here in the darkness of the woods, I guess that doesn’t really matter much.

Once my clothes are gone, I remain where I am, unable to pull my eyes away from Slate's hand as it slides over his cock, and the hoop that I know rests in the tip.

“Come sit, Sky,” Slate growls, and finally I move.

I try to keep my pace steady, but I know I fail when I hear him chuckle. What can I say? I’m excited.

I’m standing above him, ready to sink down on his glorious cock, when he holds up his hand to stop me.

Slate loves control; it’s kind of his thing, and I can’t say it’s not enjoyable. Sometimes, I enjoy pushing my luck, but right now, I don’t want to make this take any longer than it needs to.

I watch as he puts up a single finger and turns it in a circle, telling me to spin around. At first, I’m confused. I listen, but it’s purely out of reflex.

It’s not until I turn and see Caelan, who’s much closer now, that it makes sense.

Oh, yes, please.

I throw my leg over Slate’s and drop to my knees. Slate wastes no time grabbing my hips, easily lining his cock up to my entrance before slamming me down. A strangled moan leaves my lips as I feel him fill me.

“Open up,” Slate grumbles, pushing me forward.

My mouth is already hanging open, so Caelan slides in with no resistance, and I moan. This time he moans as well, no doubt feeling the vibration of mine around him.

Slate wraps my hair around his hand, pulling me back before pressing me forward again, and my hips move on instinct, needing friction.

I’m not sure if it’s the alcohol, the weed, or the damn ecstasy, but where I would usually gag, it’s as if I lack the reflex entirely right now, and they take full advantage of it.

Slate doesn’t release my hair, but Caelan reaches out and grabs my head before fucking into my mouth, and Slate quickly follows suit, fucking up into me.

All I have to do is sit here and look pretty while they fill me with pleasure, and I’m all for it.

I’m a whining, slobbery mess, but despite being built up so high, Caelan still falls over the edge first.

He slams into my mouth as far as he can go, and I swallow around him as he shoots ropes of hot cum down my throat, and I take it greedily. He’s panting and cursing, but doesn’t move until his dick goes soft.

Pulling out, he drops to his knees in front of me as Slate picks up his pace, getting closer and closer to his own release.

Caelan presses his lips to mine, hungrily eating up every sound I make. I press my tongue to his lips, and he opens, letting out a growl, tasting himself. I know it drives him nuts.

Not to be outdone, Slate snakes a hand around my waist, finding my clit with ease. It doesn’t take much. I’m already so close that two seconds of attention, and I’m done for. Caelan pulls back, letting my screams fill the otherwise quiet of the night as my orgasm rips through me.

“Fuck, I love it when you scream for us,” Caelan says, reaching out to grab my hand and move it to his cock, which is hard once again. I stare up at him, unable to form words, and I swear his eyes shine red for a second. Blinking, I look at him again but see nothing out of the ordinary.

Must be the ecstasy.

My mind is blank as I come down, but I feel Caelan’s hands as they wrap around my waist. He lifts me off Slate's lap with ease, turning me to face him and setting me back down so that my back is to him this time. How they move so well after drinking and in the dark, I don’t know, but I’m not going to question it. I don’t have the words as Slate sinks back into me, drawing my orgasm out.

“Think you got a little more in you?” Caelan asks. Slate laughs, but it sounds kind of forced, and if I had to guess, I’d say he doesn’t.

“Of course I do,” he groans.

This time, Caelan’s hand presses me forward until I lay chest to chest with Slate.

It’s not until something cold drips onto my ass that I catch on, and a shiver of anticipation rolls through me. I have no idea where they got lube, but I have a feeling it was Slate. He always comes prepared.

“Seems like she’s ready for round two,” Slate says, as he stops moving altogether, holding me still.

“Breathe, babe,” Caelan says a second before I feel the head of his cock as it presses to my ass, slowly pushing inside.

All three of us groan once he’s in. I’m so full I could cry.

I know it’s intense for them, too. The thin layer of skin that separates them lets them feel each other, making it better for all of us.

“If you two don’t move, I’m going to lose my mind,” I whine, earning a chuckle, but it gets the job done.

Together, they both find a rhythm. Slate’s hands on my hips help me keep pace as I ride him, while Caelan’s hips slam into my ass at a bruising pace. I’m already so worked up and over-sensitive that my orgasm takes me by surprise, tearing through me and making them both follow after me.

We collapse in a sweaty, panting pile, trying to catch our breath, and I giggle like a schoolgirl when Caelan pulls me close, cuddling me.

I reach for Slate, but he stops me, and I frown, even though I know he can’t see me.

“I’ll be back in a sec. Sex like that requires a smoke, love,” he says, dropping a kiss on my forehead and scrambling away in search of his jeans.