DIDN’T DARE MOVE

Chapter 2

By the time we finished eating, the beer had loosened everyone up, but the tension in the room was still thick. The guys moved to the parlour, switching on the big TV for some late-night football match. They sprawled on the couches like they owned the place — Mike in the big armchair, Jax on one end of the sofa, Kane taking up most of the other side with his legs spread wide.

I tried to sit with them for a bit, but every little thing turned me on. Kane’s deep laugh when his team scored. Marcus leaning forward, muscles flexing under his shirt. Jax’s quiet grunts of approval, his hand resting on his thigh way too close to the obvious bulge in his jeans.

My clit was throbbing so badly I couldn’t sit still. Every time one of them shifted, I imagined their hands on me instead. My pussy felt swollen and wet, the tiny sleep shorts probably already showing a damp spot if anyone looked close enough.

“I should go study,” I said suddenly, standing up fast. My voice came out a little too high. “Exams are coming up in a few weeks. That’s why I didn’t go with Dad on the trip, I need to focus.”

Marcus nodded, his eyes flicking over me one more time. “Smart girl. Don’t let us distract you.”

Kane smirked, that cocky grin making my stomach flip. “Yeah, go be a good student, princess. We’ll be right here if you need anything.”

I practically ran upstairs to my room, closing the door behind me and leaning against it, breathing hard. My heart was pounding like I’d just run a marathon. The house felt too quiet now, even with the faint sound of the TV drifting up from downstairs.

I sat at my desk for a few minutes, staring at my books. Notes from last semester stared back at me, but none of the words made sense. My mind kept replaying dinner, the way Kane’s fingers brushed mine when he handed me the beer, Marcus’s deep voice saying “we’re here to take care of you,” Jax just watching me like he already knew what I was hiding.

My pussy ached. Bad. I could feel how slick I was, the wetness starting to coat my inner thighs. I squeezed my legs together, but that only made it worse.

“Fuck it,” I whispered to myself.

I stood up, locked the door, and climbed onto my bed. The oversized t-shirt rode up as I lay back, and I didn’t bother pulling it down. I reached under the mattress and pulled out my favorite toy, a thick dildo I’d bought online last year. It was veiny, heavy, and just a little bigger than what I could usually take comfortably. Perfect for nights like this.

I also grabbed my phone. The secret folder was right there. I opened the video of all three of them playing basketball shirtless last summer. Their bodies glistened with sweat, muscles moving under tanned skin. Mike’s broad chest, Jax’s defined abs, Kane’s powerful arms as he jumped for the ball. Their laughs, their deep voices calling out to each other, it was all I needed.

I spread my legs wide, knees bent, and ran the tip of the dildo along my soaked slit. I was dripping already, the silicone sliding easily through my wetness. With my other hand I hit play on the video, turning the volume low so only I could hear.

“God… yes,” I breathed as I pushed the head of the dildo against my entrance.

I worked it in slowly at first, inch by inch, feeling myself stretch around the thick girth. A soft moan escaped me when it finally bottomed out, filling me completely. I held it there for a second, letting my pussy adjust, then started to move it, slow, deep thrusts that made wet, squelching sounds in the quiet room.

My free hand found my clit, rubbing tight circles while I fucked myself with the toy. On the phone screen, Mike wiped sweat from his chest. I imagined it was his cock inside me instead, thick and hot, stretching me open while he called me his good little girl.

“Mike…” I whispered, pumping the dildo faster. “Fuck me… please…”

I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the fantasy take over. Jax’s hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me dizzy while he whispered filthy things in my ear. Kane behind me, slapping my ass red as he pushed into my tight little hole at the same time.

The images made me whimper louder. I angled the dildo so it hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust. My hips rocked up to meet it, chasing the building pleasure. My clit was swollen and sensitive under my fingers, sending sparks through my whole body.

I was getting close already. My thighs started to tremble. The wet sounds grew louder as I fucked myself harder, the dildo plunging in and out of my dripping pussy.

“Oh fuck… Jax… right there…” I moaned, voice breaking.

I added a third finger to my clit, rubbing faster, matching the rhythm of the toy. My back arched off the bed. The pressure built fast and hot in my belly, that familiar tightening that promised a big one.

“Kane… please… all of you…” I gasped, lost in it now. My toes curled. I was right on the edge, pussy clenching hard around the dildo, ready to explode.

A soft knock sounded on my door.

I froze instantly, the dildo buried deep inside me, fingers still pressed against my throbbing clit.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

“Riley?” Mike’s deep voice came through the wood, calm and low. “Just checking if you need anything before we turn in. Water? Snack?”

I bit my lip so hard I almost drew blood, trying not to moan. My pussy fluttered around the thick toy, still right on the brink. One more small movement and I would have come undone.

“I’m… I’m good,” I called back, my voice shaky and breathless. I sounded nothing like someone who was “studying.”

There was a short pause.

“Alright, baby girl. Get some rest,” Kane added from the hallway, his tone teasing like he knew something.

Footsteps moved away slowly down the hall.

I stayed perfectly still for a long moment, breathing ragged, the dildo still stretching me open, my fingers slick with my own juices.

The edge was still there, hovering so close I could almost taste it.

But I didn’t dare move again. Not yet.

Not with them right down the hall.