Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,53

I can handle it just fine,” I said, reaching down to fist his hard cock and tease him as I pumped it slowly.

“That’s enough, siren,” Saint purred. “Get on your knees for us.”

I wet my lips, nodding eagerly and moving to obey, a thrill rushing through me from his bossy tone. Saint moved in front of me beyond the arm of the couch, nodding to Monroe who drew my hips back to line up with his cock, angling his tip against my pussy. Saint waited as Monroe thrust into me and I groaned as Monroe showed me no mercy, his fingers biting into my hips as he powered in and out of my body.

I tightened around him, moaning his name and Saint gripped my hair, yanking sharply to make me look up at him.

“Say my name like that,” he commanded greedily.

“Saint,” I moaned as Nash slid his fingers onto my swollen clit and demanded even more pleasure from my body, but I was unsure if I could really come again. There had to be a limit, right?

“Good girl,” Saint sighed, stepping closer and bringing his cock to my lips.

I took it into my mouth without needing a single command, slackening my throat and taking him in as far as I could before drawing out again in a deliberately slow move. He swore as I swirled my tongue around his shaft and I sucked the tip in a way that made his whole cock jerk in my mouth.

Monroe’s fingers dug harder into my hips and I felt his dick swelling as he came close to finishing. I sucked Saint’s shaft, pushing my ass back against Monroe as I swam in the ecstasy of claiming these two men who had once been bitter enemies. Nash’s fingers worked miracles between my thighs and I almost bit down on Saint’s cock as I found another burning release, pulling my mouth off of him at the last second as I shuddered my way through the pleasure. Nash followed me into oblivion, his hands sliding up my back as he finished deep inside me with one fierce thrust that shook the foundations of my body.

Saint laughed darkly as Nash pulled free of me and fell back into the closest armchair with a sigh of satisfaction.

Saint leaned low to speak in my ear. “Now you’re all mine.” He took my hand, guiding me over to his wingback chair and dropping into it, tugging me down to straddle his lap. He angled his cock against my opening and drew me down onto him with a groan, his penetrating eyes gazing directly into my soul.

I lay my hands on his shoulders as he held my hips and we started moving, staring at each other in a trance as we rocked in a perfect rhythm with one another. I placed one hand to his chest, pinning this monster in place as I rode his solid length, my lips parted in an O as I felt every inch of his thickness claiming me. His hands grasped my butt cheeks and I cursed as he slid two fingers into my ass, making me ride them along with his cock as he smirked cruelly at me.

“Ever the devil,” I panted.

“Always,” he promised, his expression tensing as my hips moved faster and all we could do was pant and groan as we wrung pleasure from each other’s bodies harder and harder, working ourselves up to a sweaty, wild rhythm that had me struggling for breath.

Saint came with a string of filthy words and I followed him, falling forward so my face rested against the strong column of his neck as all the strength went out of my body.

“Shower!” Blake cried, snatching me off of Saint’s lap before I had a moment to recover and throwing me over his shoulder as he ran for his and Kyan’s bathroom. A thundering of footfalls came after us and I lifted my head in a daze, seeing Nash and Kyan charging after us. Blake made it into the bathroom, swung the door shut in their faces and locked it before racing to the other side of the room and locking that door too.

“Blake!” Kyan snapped, the sound of a heavy body hitting the wood. “I’m not beyond breaking this door down.”

“Can’t hear you,” Blake sang, switching the shower on as he stepped in and planted me in front of him.

He kissed me and I laughed, wrapping my arms around him as he washed me, soothing the aches away