Chapter 3

Behind me, Kingsley's hands tightened on my hips.

“Fuck me,” I whispered. “Please. I need it. I need your cock inside me. I need you to take me. Use me. Ruin me. Please. Please.”

Kinsley and Collins thrust up into me in one hard motion, and I froze. The pain was just too much, so I didn't fucking react as it gripped me hard.

Kinsley didn't prep me and just took my arse cherry like that. It hurts! The fuck. I fell on Collins's chest and breathed as he started moving. The pain was just about to lessen when he pulled out. He didn't do it slowly. Kingsley ripped himself from my ass, and the sudden emptiness made me sob into Collins's chest.

My hole gaped, clenching around nothing, cold air hitting where he'd been so deep inside me. Before I could even process the loss, his hand was between my shoulder blades, shoving me forward, and I collapsed against Collins' sweat-slick chest.

My breasts pressed flat against the hard muscle of his pecs. My nipples scraped through the thin sheen of hair there. His cock was still buried in my cunt, and the shift in angle drove him deeper somehow. I felt him in my guts.

“There you go,” Collins murmured against my hair. His arms came around me, one hand cupping the back of my neck, the other sliding down to grip my ass cheek. He squeezed hard, his fingers digging into the flesh Kingsley had just been using. “Right here. Right where you belong.”

I couldn't speak. My mouth was open against his collarbone, tasting salt. My hips were grinding on their own, tiny helpless circles, fucking me on his cock because my body didn't know how to stop. Every nerve was on fire. Despite that, I rode him, slow and helpless, my cunt so full I could feel the shape of him when I closed my eyes.

Behind me, I heard Joseph move. I couldn't see him as my face was buried in Collins' neck, but I could feel him. His shadow fell over my bare back, cold against the heat of my skin, and I shivered.

“I guess it's my turn now,” he said with a very thick southern accent.

His fingers traced down my spine. When he reached the small of my back, his hand flattened, pressing down, and pinning my hips tighter against Collins's.

His hand slid lower, into the cleft of my ass, where Kingsley had been. His thumb pressed against my used hole as he felt how loose I was, how wet I was. “You wanted to be filled everywhere.”

“Yes.” I gasped. “Yes.”

“Shh.” Collins's hand tightened on my neck. “We know what you want. We've known since the second you stepped onto this train.”

Joseph's thumb pushed in. Just the tip. I was still loose from Kingsley, still wet, and it slid in with obscene ease. My cunt clenched around Collins in response, and he groaned.

“Fuck,” Collins breathed. “She's squeezing me like a fist.”

“She's thinking about being fucked in both holes,” Joseph said. His thumb pulled out, and I whimpered at the loss, and he laughed. “Patience. You'll get what you need.”

His hand left my ass and Kingsley came around to the side of the seat. I saw him through the corner of my eye. His cock was still out, still hard. He was thick. Thicker than Collins's, maybe, with a vein running up the underside and a head that was purple and swollen and wet at the tip. He caught me looking and grinned.

“She wants to taste it,” he said. “Look at her. Look at those eyes. She's gagging for it.”

Collins's hand shifted from my neck to my jaw. He gripped and turned my face toward Kingsley's cock.

“Is that true?” Collins asked. “You want his cock in your mouth?”

My lips were already parting. My tongue was already wetting them. My mouth watered. Watered, like I was starving, like his cock was food, and I hadn't eaten in days.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please, let me suck your cock. Please. I want it. I need it in my mouth. I need to taste it.”

Kingsley grabbed a fistful of my hair. He yanked my head back.

“Open,” Kingsley said.

I opened.

He fed his cock into my mouth like it was already his. I gagged as spit flooded my mouth and dripped down my chin, but he didn't stop.

“That's it,” he grunted. His hand was still in my hair, holding me in place, fucking my face with short, brutal thrusts. “Take it. Take all of it.”

I couldn't breathe. I pressed my nose against his pubic bone, wiry hair scratching my face, the smell of him filling my sinuses. My throat spasmed around his cock, trying to swallow, trying to make room, and he groaned and held me there. Just held me. Impaled at both ends, Collins in my cunt, and Kingsley in my throat.

I was crying. I didn't know when I'd started, but tears were running down my cheeks, mixing with the spit and the sweat, and my whole body was shaking. Not from pain. From something else. Something deeper. The thing I'd been chasing. The thing I'd boarded this train to find.

This was it, the moment I had been waiting for, and I had never felt so alive.

Kingsley pulled out. I gasped for air, coughed, my chest heaving, and he laughed and slapped my cheek with his wet cock. Once. Twice. The sound was wet and obscene.

“Good mouth,” he said. “Nice and sloppy. Just how I like it.”

Joseph's hand came down on my ass. Hard. The slap echoed through the train car, and I jerked, and my cunt clenched so hard that Collins hissed through his teeth.

“Up,” Joseph said. “I want to see your face.”

Collins lifted me. He placed his hands under my arms and pulled me up as his cock slid out of my cunt. I cried out at the loss. I was empty again, empty everywhere, my holes gaping and dripping and aching, and then Joseph was there, in front of me, his grey eyes level with mine.

He was beautiful. Not handsome like Collins or brutish like Kingsley. Beautiful. His face was all angles, all sharp cheekbones and pale skin, and his lips were curled in a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

“Get on your knees,” he said. “In front of the window.”

I moved without thinking. I slipped off Collins's lap and went straight to the window. The black glass reflected my face and my body. I looked destroyed. Ruined. Exactly what I'd come here to be.

Joseph moved behind me. He knelt with his chest against my back, and his cock pressed into the cleft of my ass. His hands came around to cup my breasts. His silver rings were cold against my flushed skin.

“Watch,” he breathed in my ear. “Watch yourself.”

I watched. I watched his hands squeeze my breasts, his fingers pinch my nipples, the way my mouth fell open, and my eyes went glassy. I watched him guide the head of his cock to my entrance, my cunt, not my ass, and I watched my reflection's jaw drop when he pushed inside.

He was different from Collins. Thinner, longer, with a curve that hits somewhere new. Somewhere that made stars burst behind my eyes. He entered me slowly.

“Look at yourself,” Joseph said. His voice was calm. “Look at the whore in the window. Is that who you are? Is that what you wanted to see?”

Yes. Yes. The word was in my throat, but I couldn't speak.