Train's Clash
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Killyama grabbed Train by his belt buckle, leading him toward the dance floor. “You’re mine all the time. Remember that.” Slipping her arms around his shoulders, they danced to the music.
By this point, Moon was holding Ember’s ass as she ground herself on his leg.
As she relaxed against Train, his cock hardened behind his jeans. He brought his hands to her back, sliding them under her tan and black crop top jacket.
As he rubbed her back, she pressed against his chest, teasing Train’s cock with her pelvis during their sultry steps. She could see the desire growing in his eyes.
They tried to outdo the other by using their bodies to torment each other. The sucker thought he could beat her by sliding his thigh between hers, rubbing it against her pussy, which did feel good as the seam of her blue jeans rode her clit with each step.
Wanting more, she slid her hands under his T-shirt as he turned his head to kiss her. She went from want to need as his tongue traced her lips before dipping inside her mouth.
Train reached between them, lowering the zipper of her jacket. She didn’t make him stop as he parted the jacket that was still held together by the bottom of the zipper.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Moon and Ember had stopped moving, and he had her pinned against the wall with her top down. Moon’s back was to them, and Ember had better things on her mind besides the sight of Killyama’s tits.
Train flicked one of Killyama’s nipples with his tongue, lowering his lips to take the slight sting away. Her senses were swamped with the desire to fuck him senseless.
“You want to go upstairs?” Train asked before he took her other nipple between his teeth.
“In a minute,” she muttered, sinking her fingers into his hair to lift his mouth back to hers. He tasted like a storm that was about sweep through her body. “We should have gone to your room five minutes ago.”
An arm slid around her waist. With Train’s hands on her breast, she tensed.
Rider’s desire-thickened voice muttered in her ear, “Just dance. Pretend I’m not here.”
Feeling Rider’s body at her back and Train’s at her front made her feel surrounded. She was honest enough to admit to herself that it felt exciting, and it wasn’t the first time two men had tried to dance with her at the same time. Usually she would make one step off, but she didn’t tonight.
Train’s eyes lit on Rider’s hand as it rested on her waistband. Tilting her breasts higher, he clamped his teeth around her nipple.
Killyama felt the jolt of pleasure like a streak of lightning from her nipple to her clit. If Rider had unsnapped her jeans, it might have led to a spark of insanity, but he didn’t. He did slide his hand into her jeans, cupping her pussy as they danced. He didn’t move his fingers, though, letting their swaying footsteps move them for him.
Her head dropped to Train’s shoulder. She bit him through his T-shirt, trying to stop herself from moaning.
“You want me stop?” Rider’s hard voice enticed her to arch her hips backward so she could feel her ass against his dick.
“No,” she whimpered.
He slid one finger through her pussy, parting the lips so he could play with her clit as Train switched to her other breast. The loud music and the two men had her feeling as if she were being tossed between storms.
She felt herself being turned sideways, and then Train lifted her onto the pool table. Rider shoved the pool stick out of the way, his other hand never leaving her pussy, or giving her the opportunity to ride out the storm.
The storm built when his finger slid inside of her. She grabbed Train’s T-shirt, holding on to keep herself from getting lost. When he reached down to unbuckle his jeans and pull out his cock, she didn’t think; she just reacted immediately to the sight of the thick cock she wanted.
Train scooted higher so she could reach his cock with her mouth. Letting the head part her lips, she allowed him to dip it into her mouth. Then he pulled back before dipping in again, teasing her like Rider’s fingers were doing.
When she felt a mouth brush over her shaking belly, she knew it was Rider’s. His tongue investigated the curve of her belly button, playing with her belly piercing. Then she felt his mouth move away before she heard him unzip his jeans.
She raised her head to see Rider move closer as he finger-fucked her, sliding his cock along her waist. Then Train used her hair to turn her attention back to him as he plunged his dick deeper into her mouth.
Lightning streaked through her pussy as she arched into Rider’s hand, letting them take control and giving herself over to the two men.
When she felt Rider’s cock jerking against her belly, the carnality had her reaching down to grab his cock, giving him the relief he needed. Meanwhile, she continued to suck Train’s dick harder as Rider’s fingers gave her a storm-crashing climax.
“Dammit, I’m coming,” Train moaned, holding her head steady as he angled her so he could reach her throat.
Killyama let him slip out of her mouth when his head went down to the green felt of the pool table.
She awkwardly saw Rider had removed his hand from her jeans and had taken off his T-shirt to wipe her belly off.
“Fuck.” Killyama sat up on the table, zipping her top closed as she looked around. “Thank freaking God. When did Moon and Ember leave?”
The men shook their heads, unable to answer her question. They also hadn’t made a move to zip themselves back up.
“Zip your pants up. Anyone could come in here,” she snapped, getting off the table.
Train gave her a cautious look, as if she was going to rip him to shreds. Rider didn’t look as worried, but he took a few steps away, waiting for her reaction.
“I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. I have to meet Hammer at eight.” She started toward the kitchen.
“That’s all you’re going to say?” Train stared at Rider who didn’t look as if he believed it, either.
“I’m not a fucking bitch.” She glared at them, seeing they didn’t believe her. “I’m not going to cry over spilt milk.”
The two men relaxed.
Going to the door, she punched it open with her fist. “I just get even.”
38
One Year Later
“Open the freaking door, Shade!” Killyama blasted Shade with a heated glare that had no effect on him at all.
“No. You might as well go back to the bridal room.”
“I’m just going across the street to get a cup of coffee.” Frustrated, she tried to squeeze past him again. If she didn’t have that ridiculously tight wedding gown on that Sex Piston had talked her into, she would have jammed a knee into his nuts.
As she huffily turned to go back to the room she had just sneaked out of, Shade said, “The next time you tell them you have to take a piss, tell one of them they better come to watch, or I will.”
“Asshole, I don’t know what Lily really sees in you … besides those tattoos.” She went into the room that had six angry bridesmaids staring at her furiously.
“Bitch, have you lost your fu—freaking mind?” Sex Piston waved her bouquet at her, causing flower petals to drop to the floor.
“I told Train I wanted to postpone this wedding.” Killyama blew a tendril of hair out of her eyes that Sex Piston had taken two hours to style.
By this point, Moon was holding Ember’s ass as she ground herself on his leg.
As she relaxed against Train, his cock hardened behind his jeans. He brought his hands to her back, sliding them under her tan and black crop top jacket.
As he rubbed her back, she pressed against his chest, teasing Train’s cock with her pelvis during their sultry steps. She could see the desire growing in his eyes.
They tried to outdo the other by using their bodies to torment each other. The sucker thought he could beat her by sliding his thigh between hers, rubbing it against her pussy, which did feel good as the seam of her blue jeans rode her clit with each step.
Wanting more, she slid her hands under his T-shirt as he turned his head to kiss her. She went from want to need as his tongue traced her lips before dipping inside her mouth.
Train reached between them, lowering the zipper of her jacket. She didn’t make him stop as he parted the jacket that was still held together by the bottom of the zipper.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Moon and Ember had stopped moving, and he had her pinned against the wall with her top down. Moon’s back was to them, and Ember had better things on her mind besides the sight of Killyama’s tits.
Train flicked one of Killyama’s nipples with his tongue, lowering his lips to take the slight sting away. Her senses were swamped with the desire to fuck him senseless.
“You want to go upstairs?” Train asked before he took her other nipple between his teeth.
“In a minute,” she muttered, sinking her fingers into his hair to lift his mouth back to hers. He tasted like a storm that was about sweep through her body. “We should have gone to your room five minutes ago.”
An arm slid around her waist. With Train’s hands on her breast, she tensed.
Rider’s desire-thickened voice muttered in her ear, “Just dance. Pretend I’m not here.”
Feeling Rider’s body at her back and Train’s at her front made her feel surrounded. She was honest enough to admit to herself that it felt exciting, and it wasn’t the first time two men had tried to dance with her at the same time. Usually she would make one step off, but she didn’t tonight.
Train’s eyes lit on Rider’s hand as it rested on her waistband. Tilting her breasts higher, he clamped his teeth around her nipple.
Killyama felt the jolt of pleasure like a streak of lightning from her nipple to her clit. If Rider had unsnapped her jeans, it might have led to a spark of insanity, but he didn’t. He did slide his hand into her jeans, cupping her pussy as they danced. He didn’t move his fingers, though, letting their swaying footsteps move them for him.
Her head dropped to Train’s shoulder. She bit him through his T-shirt, trying to stop herself from moaning.
“You want me stop?” Rider’s hard voice enticed her to arch her hips backward so she could feel her ass against his dick.
“No,” she whimpered.
He slid one finger through her pussy, parting the lips so he could play with her clit as Train switched to her other breast. The loud music and the two men had her feeling as if she were being tossed between storms.
She felt herself being turned sideways, and then Train lifted her onto the pool table. Rider shoved the pool stick out of the way, his other hand never leaving her pussy, or giving her the opportunity to ride out the storm.
The storm built when his finger slid inside of her. She grabbed Train’s T-shirt, holding on to keep herself from getting lost. When he reached down to unbuckle his jeans and pull out his cock, she didn’t think; she just reacted immediately to the sight of the thick cock she wanted.
Train scooted higher so she could reach his cock with her mouth. Letting the head part her lips, she allowed him to dip it into her mouth. Then he pulled back before dipping in again, teasing her like Rider’s fingers were doing.
When she felt a mouth brush over her shaking belly, she knew it was Rider’s. His tongue investigated the curve of her belly button, playing with her belly piercing. Then she felt his mouth move away before she heard him unzip his jeans.
She raised her head to see Rider move closer as he finger-fucked her, sliding his cock along her waist. Then Train used her hair to turn her attention back to him as he plunged his dick deeper into her mouth.
Lightning streaked through her pussy as she arched into Rider’s hand, letting them take control and giving herself over to the two men.
When she felt Rider’s cock jerking against her belly, the carnality had her reaching down to grab his cock, giving him the relief he needed. Meanwhile, she continued to suck Train’s dick harder as Rider’s fingers gave her a storm-crashing climax.
“Dammit, I’m coming,” Train moaned, holding her head steady as he angled her so he could reach her throat.
Killyama let him slip out of her mouth when his head went down to the green felt of the pool table.
She awkwardly saw Rider had removed his hand from her jeans and had taken off his T-shirt to wipe her belly off.
“Fuck.” Killyama sat up on the table, zipping her top closed as she looked around. “Thank freaking God. When did Moon and Ember leave?”
The men shook their heads, unable to answer her question. They also hadn’t made a move to zip themselves back up.
“Zip your pants up. Anyone could come in here,” she snapped, getting off the table.
Train gave her a cautious look, as if she was going to rip him to shreds. Rider didn’t look as worried, but he took a few steps away, waiting for her reaction.
“I’m going to take a shower and go to bed. I have to meet Hammer at eight.” She started toward the kitchen.
“That’s all you’re going to say?” Train stared at Rider who didn’t look as if he believed it, either.
“I’m not a fucking bitch.” She glared at them, seeing they didn’t believe her. “I’m not going to cry over spilt milk.”
The two men relaxed.
Going to the door, she punched it open with her fist. “I just get even.”
38
One Year Later
“Open the freaking door, Shade!” Killyama blasted Shade with a heated glare that had no effect on him at all.
“No. You might as well go back to the bridal room.”
“I’m just going across the street to get a cup of coffee.” Frustrated, she tried to squeeze past him again. If she didn’t have that ridiculously tight wedding gown on that Sex Piston had talked her into, she would have jammed a knee into his nuts.
As she huffily turned to go back to the room she had just sneaked out of, Shade said, “The next time you tell them you have to take a piss, tell one of them they better come to watch, or I will.”
“Asshole, I don’t know what Lily really sees in you … besides those tattoos.” She went into the room that had six angry bridesmaids staring at her furiously.
“Bitch, have you lost your fu—freaking mind?” Sex Piston waved her bouquet at her, causing flower petals to drop to the floor.
“I told Train I wanted to postpone this wedding.” Killyama blew a tendril of hair out of her eyes that Sex Piston had taken two hours to style.
