It took a week and a half for the bruising to fade and the cuts to heal up. Needless to say normal bodily functions were alarmingly painful and bloody for a few days, enough so that I didn’t even want to eat. I got over the embarrassment of it quickly as Liam and Finn actually took care of me, whether I wanted them to or not.
I’d been giving Liam blowjobs and handjobs for a little over a week and I was dying to fuck him, even if I still hurt some.
He came over on his lunch break and I pounced on him as soon as he came in the door. He grasped the back of my thighs easily and groaned as he kissed me. I worked his belt, pants, and underwear down enough to get his cock, already hard at the anticipation of a simple blowjob or handjob, out and gently worked his head into my cunt.
His knees went weak and he leaned back against the wall as I rode him. His eyes closed and his mouth slightly opened in a moan. I kissed his neck and he whispered, “Christ, Gin, oh fuck…,” and began thrusting his hips up into me as he grasped my hips and pulled me down on him.