king. Everyone will then know who’s responsible for his disheveled state, and a surge of possessiveness cascades through me.
The taste of mint invades my mouth as my lips part instinctively, granting his tongue entrance. I feel my hands move to his chest and clench his shirt, squeezing the fabric as he makes a low, dangerous noise in the back of his throat. His massive frame pins my much smaller one against the wall, and I’ve never felt more petite. He holds so much power in his lithe, muscular frame. So much anger and energy. He could snap my neck as easily as he can caress it and shower it with kisses.
What are you doing?!? Why are you kissing Lucas fucking Scott? Why are you enjoying it, panting for more?
Coming to my senses, I jerk my head away from him, lift my hand, and slap him as hard as I can across the face. I don’t care that there might be a camera in the stairwell, capturing this on film. I don’t care that Lucas could make my life even more of a living hell.
All I know for certain is that a tiny piece of my anger incinerated with my slap. And at the same time, I never felt more empty and broken.
His eyes flare brightly as he rubs a hand across his red cheek. That apathetic expression remains on his face as he stares at me blankly.
“Go fuck yourself,” I hiss, storming up the staircase. I’m to the second level when I realize that he hasn’t followed me…but he also hasn’t left. I would’ve heard the sound of the door slamming shut.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I tiptoe towards the railing and peek my head over the side.
My breath leaves me in a whooping exhale, and my body’s internal temperature ratchets up one thousand degrees.
Lucas still stands at the bottom of the stairwell, now leaning against the wall, out of view of the lone camera. His jeans are unzipped, his long cock squeezed between his fingers as he strokes himself. Fuck, he’s big. Not wide, but long. And is that… Is that a piercing?
I bring my fingers to my mouth to quell the gasp that wants to escape as he throws his head back in pleasure, stroking himself. His hand fondles the mushroom tip before stroking back to his base. His other hand begins to fondle his balls as a breathy exhale leaves his parted lips.
The scene is so erotic, so enticing, that I find my hand drifting to my own crotch without conscious thought. Through the material of my jeans, I begin to rub myself. I wish desperately I was brave enough to place a finger in my pussy. I imagine it’s already soaking wet.
But then that image changes, and instead of my finger, it’s Lucas’s cock. I envision it impaling me as his slender fingers tweak at my breasts.
The vision transforms a third time, and instead of Lucas sheathing his length into me, he’s pushing it inside Karsyn’s ass. The quarterback groans, muscles clenching, as Lucas enters him inch by inch. And then Cassian’s there, his thick cock on display as he fists Karsyn’s hair, bringing the other man’s lips to his twitching dick. As Lucas fucks Karsyn’s ass, Cassian fucks his mouth. Behind Cassian, Elias places his lubed cock into the crease of the dark man’s ass, his hands flicking Cassian’s nipples. And then there’s me, sitting over them all, naked. Like a ruler supervising her court. I’m their fucking queen.
As if my mental imagery wishes to reflect that, all of a sudden, all four men are surrounding me. Cassian kisses one breast, and Karsyn sucks my other nipple. Elias pulls my lips into a heated, passionate kiss, while Lucas’s pierced cock lines up with my entrance…
Oh. My. God.
My orgasm explodes through me, soaking my jeans and panties, as I squeeze my eyelids shut.
That image…
I force my eyes open, only to meet a pair of blue ones down below. I watch in rapt fascination as Lucas’s cock twitches once, twice, three times before shooting cum. His eyes never leave mine as a low, predatory groan leaves his mouth.
What the hell did I just do?
Feeling flustered and embarrassed, I run as fast as I can up the remainder of the staircase.
I’ll repeat—what the fucking hell did I just do?
Chapter 24
Thank fuck I always have a change of clothes to wear after cheerleading practice everyday. Because walking around in cream de pants? Not my cup of tea.
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