Chapter 77: Better

David stayed inside her.

Ana was still straddling him on the bed, thighs bracketing his hips, when Max and the other three closed the remaining space around the mattress. Five bodies made the room smaller. The overhead light was too bright. David’s hands were still on her waist. His cock was still hard in her from the last round, and the comparison he had just made sat in the air like a hand on the back of her neck.

“If you really want to get better than Elena,” he said, looking up at her, “you have to try this.”

Elena’s name did the rest.

It was the same name Edward had never needed to say out loud for Ana to hear it. The same name David had used like a measuring stick. Ana’s jaw tightened. The alcohol and the leftover anger made a single clean decision out of what should have been a pause.

She did not climb off him.

She reached for the nearest cock instead.

Max was already out of his jeans. Ana wrapped her hand around him, pulled him closer, and took him into her mouth while she was still filled with David. The angle was awkward and she did not care. She sucked Max the way she had sucked David on the couch — like the dare was still running and Elena was in the room even though she was not. One of the other guys stepped in on her left. Ana’s free hand found him. The fifth waited at the edge of the bed until she turned her head and took him instead of Max, spit connecting her lip to the head of the last one as she switched.

David laughed under her, a low satisfied sound, and started moving again.

That was how it began.

They did not ask her to lie down. They used the position she was already in. David fucked up into her in short, deep strokes while she worked two cocks with her mouth and one with her hand. Max’s fingers tangled in her hair and guided her. When he pulled out of her mouth another took his place immediately. Ana’s eyes watered. Her jaw ached. She kept going because stopping would have been admitting the measuring stick was winning.

They pulled her off David after a while and put her on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed.

David moved behind her and pushed back in from the rear. Max knelt in front of her and filled her mouth. The other three took sides — one under her chest so he could fuck her breasts when they hung forward, two using her hands. The mattress dipped and shifted under the weight. Ana moaned around Max every time David bottomed out. The sound was wet and broken and she hated that it sounded like pleasure as much as effort.

They rotated.

When David finished it was inside her, a hard grind and a groan against her spine. He pulled out and someone else took his place before Ana had time to close her legs. The new one was rougher, less patient, holding her hips hard enough to bruise. Max came across her tongue and she swallowed because the alternative was letting it run down her chin in front of five people who were already comparing her to a woman she wanted to beat. Another cock replaced Max. Ana took it. Her throat made an ugly noise and she did not pull away.

They put her on her back next.

One of them lifted her legs. Another pushed into her used, slick cunt. A third straddled her ribs and slid his cock between her breasts, spit-slick from her mouth. Max returned to her face. Ana’s hands were guided onto the remaining two. The room filled with the slap of skin and the wet sound of her being taken in every place that would take them. She came once without meaning to, a sudden clench around the one inside her that made him swear and fuck her through it. Someone laughed. It might have been David.

“That’s it,” David said from somewhere near the wall. “That’s the idea.”

Ana turned her head enough to glare at him with Max still in her mouth. The glare did not last. Another climax was already building under the relentless pace and she hated that too — that her body was keeping score in the wrong direction, that being used like this was answering a question Edward had never asked and Elena had already survived.

They took her ass when she was loose and wet enough that the first push only made her cry out instead of stop them.

David did that part himself, as if he had been waiting for it. Ana was on her side then, one leg hooked over a shoulder, Max back in her mouth, another still in her pussy. The double fill made her shake. She grabbed at the sheets. Someone held her wrist. The stretch burned and then became a deep, filthy pressure that pulled another helpless sound out of her. David fucked her ass with the same assessing patience he had used when he told her she had potential. When he came it was deep. He stayed there a few extra seconds, breathing against her shoulder, then pulled out and let the next one have that hole too.

Time went strange.

Ana lost the order of who was where. She knew Max by the way he held her hair. She knew David by the commentary. The other three were heat and weight and the taste of salt. They came on her stomach, in her mouth, across her breasts, inside her. She swallowed what she could. She let the rest mark her. She came again with two of them in her at once and her own voice surprised her — raw, loud, nothing like the girl who had stood in Edward’s kitchen asking to be chosen.

When they finally thinned out she was on her stomach in the middle of the ruined bed, legs open, every hole used, cum cooling on her back and between her thighs. Max sat on the edge of the mattress fastening his jeans. David stood at the foot of the bed looking at her the way he had looked at Elena on a desk.

Ana turned her face on the pillow.

“Well?” she rasped.

David considered her for a moment.

“Closer,” he said. “Still not the professor.”

Ana closed her eyes.

The name was still a trigger. The dare was still running. Five men had just taken the promise she had made in a different room, in a different mood, and she had let them because Elena’s name was the only thing she had left to beat.

End of Chapter 77

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