Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,167

tried to pull on me and my cock was hard and aching for my girl. I wasn't gonna let memories of something some dead girl had done ruin that.

I withdrew my hand and Tatum slid my trunks down my legs, making my hard cock spring free before I stepped out of them for her.

"Jesus, you're so big," she muttered and I snorted a laugh, feeling the tension ease from my body.

"You've more than proved you can handle it, baby," I reminded her.

"You've more than proved you can handle a lot more than that," Saint added from somewhere behind her and Tatum breathed a laugh as she ran her hand up my thigh.

Her thumb came to rest against the compass tattoo I'd inked there and she pressed down on it firmly, reminding me of what it meant and what I had, before her full lips slid around my cock and I groaned in pure bliss.

She took me in deep, moaning like she was enjoying this just as much as I was, and I managed to keep my hands out of her hair through some miracle of self-control.

Tatum drew me in and out, her tongue swirling, lips tightening and soft hums escaping her which sent tremors right down to the base of my shaft.

When she had me panting for her, on the verge of coming, Saint said a single word which made me want to throttle him.

"Stop."

Tatum pulled back and I couldn't help but open my eyes to look down at her on her knees for me, licking her swollen lips as she gazed back at me with promises in her eyes.

"Give him his gift, siren," Saint prompted and I glanced up at him as he drew closer to us, handing her a bottle of lube.

Tatum smirked at me as she squirted the cold liquid onto my cock and I hissed between my teeth before she slid her hand around my shaft, coating every inch of me including my damn balls.

I wanted to ask what the hell the two of them were playing at, but I got my answer before I did as Tatum opened her fist to reveal a double cock ring with a little vibrating bullet on the top of it.

Toys were really more Saint's thing than mine unless you included restraints, but I didn't complain as Tatum slid the inner ring down my shaft before hooking the outer one over my balls.

It was tight and I grunted a little in discomfort, but the look of excitement in her eyes halted any complaints I might have had.

"Sit down," Saint commanded and I did, moving onto the higher of the two hot, wooden benches and curling my hands around the edges of it either side of me so that I would have something to hold on to.

Tatum took a step to follow me, but Saint moved up behind her, kissing her neck and curling his fingers around the straps of her swimsuit before slipping it off of her shoulders and rolling it down her body.

I groaned as her breasts were freed, her nipples hard and practically begging for my mouth on them. Saint kept rolling the material down until it fell off of her, leaving her naked and panting, looking more than edible and like the most tempting thing I'd ever seen.

Saint's hand moved between her thighs as he continued to kiss her neck and I watched hungrily as his fingers slipped inside her and she gasped his name. The heat in the room was making her sweat and a bead of moisture carved a line between the valley of her breasts as Saint worked her into a frenzy, rolling all the way down to meet his hand.

Tatum's gaze met mine as he fucked her with his fingers and she moaned encouragement until I was watching her come for him, her back arching, hips bucking against his hand as he kept grinding the heel of his palm against her clit to prolong the pleasure.

"Good girl," Saint growled, biting down on her earlobe before removing his hand from her pussy and nudging her towards me. "Brace yourself on his knees, don't touch him any more than that."

Tatum did as he wanted, gripping my knees and looking up at me through a waterfall of blonde hair as my cock ached with need and the torture of having to wait for her.

Saint took the lube from where Tatum had left it on the bench beside him before removing a butt plug from his pocket