Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,108
guys struggle to keep themselves still. King works his belt buckle, refusing to take his eyes off my body as Cruz dips his hand into the front of his grey sweatpants.
I watch the outline of his hand curling around his thick cock, and seeing what caught my attention, he pushes his sweatpants down over his hips, showing me exactly what he’s working with. But I guess now the tables have turned. It’s not just me putting on a show anymore. The boys are more than ready to step up and tease me just as I’ve been doing to them.
King’s jeans fall to the ground and his veiny cock springs free as he tears his shirt over his head, showing off his perfectly sun-kissed abs. His fist curls around his cock and he slowly works it up and down as I grind against my hand, desperately needing one of those thick cocks inside my mouth while the other slams deep inside my aching pussy.
My fingers dig into the cup of my bra and pull it down, freeing my breast. Cruz moans, licking his lips as my fingers roll over my pebbled nipple. “Do you want me?” I ask him, keeping my voice low in a seductive whisper.
“Fuck, Winter. I want to take you until you can’t fucking walk,” he growls, the desire pulsing in his eyes, almost too much for me to handle.
I push my thong aside and suck in a breath as my fingers graze across my clit. I’m soaking wet and desperate, and I can’t resist sliding two fingers deep inside. I curl them around and a sharp gasp tears out of me as my fingers press against my walls.
I slowly draw them out and they glisten in the moonlight as I catch King’s stare. “And you?” I ask, bringing my fingers to my mouth and gliding them across my bottom lip before slowly rolling my tongue over it and tasting myself.
His eyes darken. “Fucking hell,” he mutters, the desperation of his tone hitting me right in the chest. “Ride those fingers, baby.”
A devilish grin cuts across my face as I push my fingers back in and show him exactly what I do when I think about them both at night. My breath comes in needy moans as I watch them stroking their cocks faster, but it all becomes too much and my control falls, needing so much more.
“Fuck,” I groan, my tone almost coming out as a desperate cry. “I can’t. I need you to touch me.”
They don’t hesitate.
King steps right into the side of the bed and reaches forward, curling his arm around my waist and yanking me to the end of the bed but keeping me on my knees. I look up at him, and seeing the darkness swirling in his eye, I lean forward and take his heavy cock in my mouth.
His fingers curl in my hair as he groans my name, but when Cruz climbs onto the bed behind me, a whole new level of excitement pulses through me. His legs fall on either side of my knees, and in one smooth motion, my thong is torn from my body.
He lifts me up and my aching cunt instantly comes down around his throbbing cock, my knees pressing into the bed on the other side of his thighs, spreading my legs so much wider.
I balance above him, my eyes clenched as I adjust to his delicious, full intrusion.
“Oh, fuck,” Cruz mutters, fucking up into me as he grips my hip with one hand while the other curls around my body and slips down between my legs, rubbing tight, desperate circles over my clit and instantly bringing my body to the edge.
I swirl my tongue over King’s tip, adding both my hands, one of them gliding up and down with my movements and the other slipping beneath and cupping his balls, giving them a firm squeeze just how he likes it.
His hands tighten in my hair and I can’t help but look up at him again, his eyes burning as he watches me fuck his cock with my mouth as his best friend slams deep inside my pussy.
If my mouth wasn’t so full, I’d be screaming their names, instead, all I can do is groan, moan, and pant as I move on top of Cruz, slamming down over him and taking him so much deeper.
Cruz’s fingers tighten on my hip as King lets out a deep guttural growl. They’re both so close, we all are.