Devils' Day Party: A High School Bully Romance - C.M. Stunich Page 0,173

to move around Barron and over to me, straddling Raz's legs, so that his body is pressed up against mine. “The hell do you want?” Raz asks, looking over at Calix.

“The same thing you do: Karma.” Calix pushes me forward and then lines his cock up with my opening, pushing into me as I groan and cling to Raz's chest. He growls under his breath, but lets me kiss him, my mouth working frantically against his as Calix drives into me, his hands locked on my hips.

“Fuck, I'm going to blow my load before I even get my pants off,” Raz murmurs against my lips. I sneak one of my hands between us, flicking the button on his pants and sliding my fingers beneath his waistband. I find his cock, thick and hard and ready for me, and tease it with my fingers.

“Please do,” I whisper back at him, working him as Calix fucks me. Raz's hands find my breasts, tweaking my nipples and kneading the aching flesh with strong fingers. Calix doesn't let him have all the attention though, leaning over and pressing his lips against the side of my neck. His left hand keeps him propped up, but with his right, he takes my other breast in his fingers. The two boys glare at each other over my shoulder in challenge, but I don't care because it feels too good, having them fight over me like this.

“Idiots,” Barron murmurs sleepily from beside me.

“Tu es plus belle que la lune et les étoiles ensemble,” Calix murmurs against my ear, his warm breath making me shiver with pleasure. You're more beautiful than the moon and stars combined.

My body shudders around his cock, succumbing to another orgasm that I can only blame on his sweet words, whispered in French and moonlight. Calix's fingers tighten on my hips, but he manages to control himself as my body squeezes around his, starting to move again only after my breathing evens out a bit.

“I'm not letting this asshole steal the show,” Raz hisses against my lips, sucking my lower one between his teeth. He puts his hand between us to find my clit, making me cry out as he brushes his fingers across it. The sensation makes me clamp down on Calix again, and he comes inside of me with a low, sensual groan, as soft and dark as ebony velvet.

“Damn it, Raz,” he snaps as he moves away and Raz flips me over, pinning me down on the plaid blanket as he stares down at me with those brilliant ruby eyes of his. He casts a cocksure glance in Calix's direction before returning his attention to me.

“Don't think that because I'm going last, I'm in last place.”

“Nobody would ever think that,” I tell him, touching the side of his face. Raz lets me go, sitting down beside me so he can shed his pants, leaving him nude and beautiful in the darkness. Before he can make a move, I crawl between his legs and wrap my fingers around the base of his shaft, tracing my lips with the head of his cock, and licking away the salty pre-cum beading at the tip.

“Oh yeah, princess, right there,” he murmurs, putting his hand on the back of my head and fisting his fingers in my hair. With an agonizing slowness, I lower my mouth over his shaft, taking as much of him into my mouth at one time as I can. My left hand plays with his balls while my right remains wrapped around the base of his shaft.

“With your ass up in the air like that,” Barron comments, “it's awfully tempting to start round two.”

“Don't you fucking touch her,” Raz snarls, his voice dripping venom. “Not yet anyway.” I slide my lips off of his cock and lick my way down the length of him, tracing the underside of his shaft and making him quiver as he groans. “Goddamn it, Karma. You're too damn good at this.”

I smile, but I don't stop, putting him between my lips again and working him until he's spilling hot, salty cum into my mouth. I even swallow, washing it down with a swig from the vodka bottle.

“Give me ten, and I'm fucking that sweet pussy of yours,” Raz says as I take another sip of vodka and press my lips to his, spilling the alcohol in his mouth the same way that Calix did.

“Do you really need ten minutes?” I ask, handing the bottle over to Barron as