“Interesting.” Saint holds my hips, dragging my butt back and forth across his crotch. “But it can wait. I’m horny as fuck.” He lifts me off him, temporarily setting my feet on the ground.
In a lightning-fast move, he swipes the contents of the table away with a sweep of his hand. I predict the move at the last second, snatching my vodka before it becomes a casualty. Galen’s reactions are equally fast, and he rescues his bourbon before it joins the cards, chips, money, and a few bottles of beer on the floor. Saint lifts me again, placing me on the edge of the table. “Lie back.” His eyes blaze with lust, and my panties are fucking drenched, yet he’s barely touched me.
Galen curses, and Theo gulps, as I do what I’m told. I lie back and my long, dark hair fans out around me on the table.
“Grab her hands,” Saint commands.
Galen fumes for a couple seconds, swigging more bourbon before sending it flying across the room. The bottle smacks into a wall, shattering on impact.
“You done?” Saint levels his cousin with a lethal look.
“Not nearly.” Galen’s gnarly tone sends shivers racing up my spine. He grabs my hands, yanking them up over my head until it feels like they’re being wrenched from my arm sockets.
Saint parts my thighs, gliding his hands up my bare flesh as the door opens and Caz joins our little party. He locks the door with an audible click, stomping toward us in heavy boots. “That handled?” Saint asks, his hands stalling halfway up my thighs.
“We tossed the trash.” I can hear the smirk in Caz’s tone. “Hey, beautiful,” he says, leaning over me and cupping one side of my face.
I stare at him as Saint resumes his upward journey on my thighs. Cool air brushes across my overheated flesh as Saint lifts my skirt. “What’s with the uniform?” he asks.
“Didn’t have time to change,” I murmur, my gaze locked on Caz’s as he moves his face down closer to mine.
I got the call when I was in school, and Mom sent a car to collect me. Lincoln, my dad’s assistant, drove my SUV home. After a couple hours with the police, the coroner, and the director of the funeral home, I just needed out. Mom retreated to her bedroom with a bottle of wine and some Valium, and I grabbed my vodka and hightailed it out of there. I didn’t even realize I was still in my uniform until that bitch Rita Knight made me aware of it.
“You look hot,” Saint says, cupping my pussy through my thong. “And I’ve always wanted to fuck a Lowell Academy princess.”
“Guess it’s your lucky day,” I rasp just before Caz’s demanding lips slam down against mine. He destroys my mouth as his fingers make quick work of my shirt. I gasp into his mouth when Saint rips my thong apart, exposing me to the room and plunging two fingers inside me.
“She’s so wet for us,” he exclaims, adding another digit and pumping his fingers in and out in rough thrusts. I squirm on the table, and Galen holds both my wrists in one hand as he leans over me from above, sliding his free hand down my body, his fingers finding their way into my left bra cup.
He fondles my breast, tweaking my nipple hard, and I cry out into Caz’s mouth. Caz lifts his head, licking his lips, his eyes darkening as he ogles my chest.
If any of them notice the scars, they pay them no attention.
In one swift move, he unclasps my bra at the front, freeing my breasts. Saint continues fingering me while Galen kneads my left breast and Caz’s delectable mouth suctions around my right nipple.
Between them, they tease and taunt me until I’m a hot, writhing mess.
My eyes land on the chair where Theo is sitting, smoking, and watching with an obvious hard-on tenting his jeans.
“Sit up.” Saint pulls his fingers out, and the two guys worshiping my chest pull back. “Take my cock out.”
I sit up, peering into Saint’s lustful eyes, reaching for the button on his jeans and popping the top one. I slide my hand inside his boxers, and he hisses through gritted teeth when my hand wraps around his long, hard length. I stroke him slowly as he plays with my tits. Behind us, the sounds of clothes being shed send my blood pressure sky rocketing.
I’ve had a couple of threesomes before. Me with two guys. But I’ve never been with four all at once. And these guys are hot as fuck and skillful lovers—if the gossip I’ve heard is reliable.
I yank Saint’s jeans and boxers down as he pulls his shirt up over his head. While he kicks his jeans away, Caz strips my shirt and bra off leaving me in only my skirt, which is currently still bunched up around my waist, my pussy on full display.
Theo tosses some condoms on the table, and I whip my head around to him. We stare at one another. A silent communication passes between us. He has his jeans undone, and his hand is stroking his cock, but he’s making no move to join us.
Saint yanks my head back around. “Eyes on me, baby.”
I scoot to the edge of the table and press my mouth to his chest, looking up at him through hooded eyes as I press hot, wet kisses all over his chiseled abs and chest. He places his hand on top of mine, still wrapped around his rock-solid erection, and he moves my hand up and down, urging me to continue. He lets go, and I pump his cock in strong, confident strokes, loving the dark glaze coating his eyes and the way he thrusts into my hand.
Someone fists a hand around my hair, tugging my head back and to the side. “Open wide,” Galen commands.
I take his cock into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks so I can take him all the way in. He’s huge, triggering my gag reflex when he presses against the back of my mouth. He eases out a little, and then I slide my lips up and down his wide shaft, sucking him enthusiastically, enjoying the sounds he’s making as I blow him. He fucks my mouth while I pump Saint’s cock and Caz fondles my tits from behind.
“Enough.” Saint removes my hand from his dick, lifting me up the instant Galen pops out of my mouth. My legs wrap around Saint’s toned waist as he walks us to the leather couch.
He drops me down flat on my back, nudging my legs apart and lowering his mouth to my pussy. His fingers dip in and out of me as he alternates with his tongue, ravishing me like a madman. I explode on his tongue, my back arching, hips jerking as I come all over his mouth.
He stands, grinning manically as he rolls a condom on. “You taste like temptation, Harlow Westbrook.” He leans over me, slamming his mouth against mine, and I can taste myself on his lips.
He lifts me up and sits down, situating me over his throbbing dick. “Ride me, princess. Show me how much you love my cock inside you.”
I lower myself slowly on top of him, feeling him stretch me as I take him inside my body. Alcohol buzzes in my veins, and I’m high on the right sensation as I start fucking him.
“Awesome ink,” Caz says, trailing his fingers over the design that stretches from my shoulder blades down to my butt. I flinch for a second, but quickly compose myself.
“The avenging angel, right, Lo?” Theo says.
“Don’t call me that.” I glare at him over my shoulder as I bounce up and down on Saint’s cock.
“Who are you seeking vengeance on?” Galen asks, stroking his cock as he watches my tits jiggle while I ride his cousin and best friend.
“Everyone,” I reply without hesitation.
“Fuck,” Saint grunts, digging his nails into my hips in a way I know will leave marks. “Your pussy is so tight.”