This Fearless Girl (St. Clary's University #2) - E. M. Moore Page 0,51

with my foot and take them all the way off.

Stone is so close. My ass cradles his hardening erection, and my heart rate picks up.

“You better get in before I come out and get you,” Wyatt warns, his molten gaze a swirling sapphire.

Stone cups my ass, giving it a slow squeeze that sets my nerve endings afire. He moves the hair around my shoulder and whispers into my ear. “As much as I fucking want you right now—” He bites his words off with a growl, spinning on his heel and leaving.

I turn to find him marching away, fully clothed, his long strides eating up the dirt, like he’s trying to put as much distance as he can between us.

I swallow and face the other two. Lucas and Wyatt smirk at Stone’s retreating form, but they quickly turn their attention back to me. Wyatt orders me forward, and I can’t back out now; Stone made such a production out of undressing me.

Lucas eyes me with more longing than I’ve seen yet. I wade into the refreshing water. Though it’s warm from the heat of the sun, it feels positively decadent against my overused muscles.

I move toward them, the creek rising over my thighs. I try to keep my head up like this is any other day and I do this all the time, but I can’t help the slight shudder in my body as they watch me. Just knowing that they’re naked curls my toes.

“Dakota,” Lucas muses, “finally in her natural habitat. You’ve never looked more beautiful.”

He crooks his finger at me, and I step toward him. He wastes no time swooping to capture my mouth in a hot kiss. His hand gets lost in my hair before gripping my hip and yanking me forward. I move in time with him, his cock pressing against my abdomen.

“Fuck,” Wyatt groans. “This was probably a bad idea.”

“The fuck it was,” Lucas mutters, still staring at me like I’m the only woman in the world. How the hell he has the ability to do that, I have no idea. “Have you heard our girl come before, Wyatt?”

Wyatt’s answer is a long, uninterrupted moan.

Lucas squeezes me and drops his mouth to my ear. “I want to sink my cock inside you, but maybe the first time should be without an audience?”

I nod, pulling him back to seal our lips together. I can’t get enough. Just like our first kiss, it’s the all-consuming, fairy-tale kind—the ones books are written about.

While we devour each other, Lucas arranges us so I’m straddling him and then crouches, submerging our bodies until everything except my breasts are covered. He snakes his touch toward my throbbing center. “Shall we show Wyatt what you sound like when you come, Wild Girl?”

He skims my clit, and I buck toward him. “Yes,” I pant.

Fingertips skate down my spine, and it takes me a moment to figure out it’s Wyatt’s. I dig my heels into Lucas’ ass, bringing him closer as Wyatt encourages, “Tell him, Tits.”

“Touch me,” I demand.

Lucas presses my nub while inserting a finger inside me. I drop my head back. “Fuck.”

He moves in and out, rocking his hips against mine. “Look at her nipples peaking,” he purrs.

The water ripples across the underside of my breast, and I open my eyes to see Wyatt getting into a better position.

Lucas balances me on his knee, dipping his head to take my hardened pebble into his mouth and sucking. I cry out, rolling my hips over his thrusting fingers. “She’s so fucking tight.”

Wyatt’s moan skirts the line between pain and pleasure. “Fuck. I can’t help myself.”

I peek over to find his hand retreat under the surface of the water, pumping a rhythm that matches ours.

My pussy clenches around Lucas. “You like that, Wild Girl?”

“Yes,” I whimper, moving against him as he quickens his movements.

“Do you want to fuck all of us?”

I grip Lucas’ shoulders and moan, “Fuck yes.” I don’t even care how bad that admission sounds.

“That’s right,” Lucas taunts, retreating to push two fingers inside.

My mouth drops at the delicious friction. I don’t even recognize the strangled cry that escapes my throat.

Lucas dips his head again, teasing my nipple with his tongue while he holds me in place, his fingers fucking me. Wyatt’s motions become more pronounced, and his intense stare sends goosebumps skittering over my skin.

“Jesus,” Lucas curses. “I wish this was my cock. Fuck, Dakota. Come. I want to feel you.”

My arousal heightening until my orgasm slams into me. I cry