Damaged (Boys of Winter #2) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,109
it harder.
Faster.
As if reading my body, the boys take control. King grips my chin and fucks my mouth until my eyes water, while Cruz holds me up above him and slams into me over and over again. With my hands free, I reach down between my legs and furiously work my clit as my other hand dives further to feel Cruz’s cock moving in and out of me.
My orgasm explodes around me, completely overtaking my body and making me cry out. My pussy clenches around Cruz, and in an instant, he’s coming with me, a deep roaring groan rumbling through his chest.
My pussy convulses, and before I’ve even come down from my high, King stills, and with a sharp “fuck,” I taste his warm seed pouring down my throat.
He slowly pulls out of my mouth and I adjust myself on top of Cruz so that I lay across his wide chest. King falls to the bed beside us and instantly trails his fingers over my waist. “We need to get you some more of these lingerie sets,” he mutters, brushing his fingers over the red lacy material.
I roll my tongue over my lips and crawl across the bed until I’m straddled over his waist, more than aware of Cruz dripping between my legs and mixing with my own excitement.
“You like it?” I ask, pulling him up until he’s sitting.
King instantly reaches around me and unhooks my bra, letting it fall to the bed beside us. King dips his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth, making my head tip back in ecstasy. He doesn’t bother answering my question, but he doesn’t need to. His response is loud and clear, and damn it, I like what he’s putting down.
A breathy moan slips from between my lips, his touch bringing my body alive once again. I feel Cruz’s stare and glance at him to find his cock already hardening, and the deep hunger pulsing in his eyes tells me that he’s ready for more.
I reach across and curl my fingers around his cock, working up and down as King hardens beneath me.
I adjust myself on top of him and he instantly slips inside before Cruz climbs off the bed and moves in behind me, tilting me forward, and preparing to rock my fucking world all over again.
CHAPTER 27
“Where the hell is it?” I whine, my stomach growling as I clamber across the couch, throwing myself over Carver’s lap and diving for Grayson’s phone.
I quickly unlock it, using the code that’s become all too famous around here—0225, my birthday. I lie half sprawled across Carver with my ass staring right up at his face, his hands up in the air as though he doesn’t know what the hell to do with them now.
I can practically see his objections on the tip of his tongue, but I beat him to it as I focus on Grayson’s phone. “It’s just an ass, Carver. I know that you’re a little gun-shy when it comes to women, and you clearly have no idea what you’re doing, but chill the fuck out, it’s not going to bite you.” I hear King and Cruz smothering their laughs across the room, and I whip my head up, grinning right back at them as I wiggle my ass for good measure. “Go on,” I challenge him. “I dare you to touch it.”
Carver grunts, clearly not impressed, but if I’m being honest, I’d say Carver would know exactly what to do with an ass, maybe even better than King or Cruz. I flick through the pages of Grayson’s apps, and before I even know what’s happening, Carver’s hands are ramming into my hips and I go flying off his lap.
My body topples to the ground as a loud squeal tears out of me. Grayson’s phone flies under the coffee table as Carver’s foot shoots out, breaking my fall so that I don’t fuck my hip in the process. My chest hits the cold marble tiles and I gasp at the chill as Grayson snickers, desperately trying to mask his laugh, but failing miserably.
I roll onto my side and glare up at Carver, kicking my foot out only for him to catch it and throw it back at me, making me roll back against the coffee table. “What the hell?” I shriek, trying to get comfortable before sliding my hand under the table and feeling around for Grayson’s phone.
Carver just laughs, more than pleased to have gotten the best of me. “Serves