Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,131

reaches out and I graze my nails over the sharp ridges of his abs just as Cruz’s lips finally come down on my clit.

I suck in a gasp, and feel Grayson’s heated stare on my pussy, watching the way Cruz touches me and seeing just how much the whole sharing thing turns me on, and damn it, the approval in his eyes makes me the happiest girl who ever lived.

I look up and meet Grayson’s stare just as King’s fly comes down and his rock-hard cock springs free from his pants. “Yeah?” I ask Grayson, double checking that he’s on board.

A grin pulls at his lips. “Fuck yeah.”

The boys shuffle me around to make things a little easier, sitting me up on the couch with Cruz on his knees in front, his tongue still working my clit, flicking, and teasing, getting my body all kinds of worked up.

Grayson kneels at one side while King kneels on the other, both their dicks in their hands, watching Cruz work my body. Getting myself comfortable on the couch, I reach up and curl my hands around their cocks as Grayson leans in and rolls his tongue over my nipple before gently nipping at it and driving me wild.

A shot of electricity pulses through me, leading right down to my core, and as I tip my head back on the couch, King’s lips come down on mine, swallowing my moans.

Six hands roam over my body, so delicious and sensual that after a while, I have no fucking idea whose hand belongs to whom. At least, I can pinpoint which hand is Cruz’s when it disappears between my legs and two thick fingers thrust up into me, making me gasp into King’s mouth.

“Holy shit, Cruz,” I pant, feeling King’s lips pull up into a wicked grin against mine.

“You fucking love your pussy getting eaten,” King murmurs before glancing up and meeting Grayson’s eyes. “Watch this.”

King’s hand comes up and he gently pinches my nipple before roaming his thumb over it and giving it a flick. “Oh, fuck,” I groan, thrusting my chest up toward his hand again, desperately needing more.

Grayson’s brow arches and a smirk pulls at his lips. “Fuck, yeah,” he rumbles low, the sound vibrating right through his chest. He doesn’t waste a second giving it a go himself and with King, they each do it again at the same time.

“Shit,” I cry, bucking up against Cruz and making his hands come around me to hold me still.

“So fucking responsive,” Grayson mutters, bringing his lips back to mine and kissing me deeply as my thumb roams over the tip of both of their cocks, making King shudder beneath my touch.

“Get on your knees,” King tells me.

I pull back from Grayson and briefly look his way, but the hunger in his eyes has me moving faster than lightning. I get to my knees, and within seconds, Cruz is back working my clit and this position has his fingers pushing even deeper within me, but when King’s hand slips down behind me, I’m seeing stars.

His finger mixes with my wetness before drawing back to my ass and teasing me there. He applies a little pressure, testing the waters and as I push back against him with an eager moan, he presses up, giving me exactly what my body is craving.

“Oh my, God,” I groan as Grayson’s lips move to my neck, right in the sensitive spot beneath my ear that drives me insane with need.

I ride both King and Cruz’s fingers knowing that from this moment, it could only get better. My hands tighten around the guys’ dicks, and for a slight beat, my heart aches for Cruz as I only have two hands, and from this position, I wouldn’t be able to reach him anyway.

“Fuck, Ellie,” Grayson grunts, his soft breath grazing over my skin and sending shivers right down my spine. “I’ve been dreaming about those soft hands working my cock for fucking years.”

I pull back and meet his eyes, and as I do, my hands work faster, my thumb constantly rolling over that silver metal piercing at his tip. I watch as his gaze darkens. I feel my orgasm building deep within me and a breathy moan slips from between my lips. “I’m going to come,” I warn them, knowing that this one is not only going to tear me to pieces but most likely bring the whole fucking house down around us.

My pants only spur Cruz on, hitting that spot over