Four Letter Word (Love Logic #2) - K.M. Neuhold Page 0,116

a rock against mine. My cock swells against him, and before I can get embarrassed or pull away, I feel his reacting the same way, hardening against my thigh as he lingers over the hug.

I bite my lip, resisting the urge to grind myself against him, but I do allow myself the momentary indulgence of pressing my nose to his shoulder and breathing him in. He starts to pull back, and I loosen my grip, but to my surprise, he doesn’t step completely out of my grasp. He catches my gaze, staring at me for several long seconds, his eyes intense, his expression making my heart feel like it’s speeding up and slowing down all at once.

Before I can ask him what he’s thinking, his lips are on mine, hard and soft at the same time, commanding but not pushy. It’s over nearly as quickly as it starts, leaving me reeling, my cock hard as stone and my pulse thundering in my ears.

“I’m proud of you,” he says.

“Thanks.” I clear my throat and let him go.

Riot has a cheeky smirk on his lips as he steps forward last to congratulate me, even if none of this was news to him.

“We’re all proud of you,” he tells me, holding me close and pressing kisses along the side of my neck, heating my body and making me squirm.

“I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Sure you could have. All I did was give you a little push.”

“To following your dreams,” Bishop toasts, and we all lift our glasses and take a sip.

“God, this champagne must be expensive,” Leo complains.

“Don’t get used to it; I’m getting ready to blow every dime I have,” I joke.

“Does that mean Riot’s going to have to be our sugar daddy?” Bishop teases.

“In that case, here’s hoping that movie option my agent has been hinting at comes through,” Riot says, downing his champagne and then sitting back down on one of the large, comfortable chairs and pulling Bishop onto his lap.

“Hold on, if you’re getting a movie, which one of us are you going to take to the red carpet premiere?” I ask, claiming a spot of my own on the couch. To my surprise, Leo plops down next to me, his bare, hairy leg brushing against mine.

“All of you, obviously,” he answers easily.

“You can’t take us all,” I argue.

“Why not? It’s my premiere, I’ll do whatever I want.”

Bishop laughs, leaning back against Riot and resting his head on his shoulder while Riot kisses his shoulder and splays one hand over Bishop’s stomach, the other resting on his thigh. Bishop’s cock, laying soft against his thigh, starts to thicken and swell, growing darker with arousal.

My breath catches, my own cock hardening as Riot’s hands wander over Bishop’s chest, teasing his peaked nipples and coaxing his erection to jerk with excitement, both of their breathing growing faster and heavier.

“Fuck,” Leo murmurs beside me, his legs falling open wider as he palms his own growing arousal.

“I think Leo and Hudson want to watch me get you off,” Riot says in a low rumble, his lips right next to Bishop’s ear, but loud enough for all of us to hear.

Bishop moans, nodding his head and biting his bottom lip. A beautiful pink flush splashes over his skin from his chest all the way up to his face, his cock standing straight between his legs now, precum glistening on the tip. I lick my lips and wrap my hand around my own erection.

“Put your legs up on the arms of the chair,” Riot tells him, helping him get into position with his legs wide open, his pretty pink hole on display for us. He shoves two fingers between Bishop’s lips, kissing and sucking on the side of his neck and murmuring things that are too quiet for me to hear, but based on the way Bishop’s cock jerks and throbs, it must be filthy.

Riot pulls his fingers out of Bishop’s mouth and slides them between his ass cheeks, circling his hole slowly. Bishop’s chest rises and falls with panting breaths, pleading moans, and little whimpers forming on his lips.

I watch, mesmerized as Riot’s thick fingers slide in and out of Bishop’s hole, his saliva making a shick, shick sound with every thrust. His other hand strokes over Bishop’s cock, precum trickling over his fist, the red flush of arousal darkening his head with every upstroke. I press my thigh more firmly against Leo’s every nerve ending in my body screaming out for contact.