“Like this, Barbie?” He smiled hungrily and my pulse elevated as his breath skated over my lips. What would it be like to kiss Lucifer? Would he stop me…?
“Are you two gonna start fucking right there or are we continuing with the game?” Kyan asked coolly. “I’m open to either, but I’d like to fetch the popcorn if you’re about to go at it.”
“Don’t be fucking ridiculous, Kyan.” Saint stood up, pulling me up by the hand and carefully arranging my hair over my shoulders before releasing me. It didn’t feel controlling for once, it felt kind of doting. But I didn’t know where that feeling came from because there was no way Saint Memphis did stuff like that because he cared about me.
He returned to his seat and I looked between the three of them before fixing my gaze on Kyan. “I dare you to undo Saint’s pants with your teeth.”
Kyan blew out a laugh and Saint groaned.
“Is this really necessary?” Saint muttered as Kyan got up, limbering up like he was about to go to town on Saint and I couldn’t fight a laugh as he headed past me and shoved Saint’s legs wide as he knelt between them.
“For fuck’s sake asshole.” Saint grabbed hold of Kyan’s top knot, forcing him to look him in the eye. “If you ruin these eight hundred dollar chinos, I will fucking destroy you.”
“I’ll be gentle, baby. Just relax.” Kyan smirked and Saint released his hair with an eye roll as his friend lowered his head between his thighs and made surprisingly short work of his button and zipper.
Kyan stood up, rounding on me and gnashing his teeth in my face. “Anything else you want me to do with my mouth while I’m here?”
“No thanks,” I said scathingly as he grabbed his beer and finished it in two gulps, tossing the bottle onto the floor. His muscles tightened as he flexed his arms, his eyes pinned on me.
“I dare you to break one of your rules,” Kyan said, his eyes shadowed as a crooked grin pulled at his mouth and my heart fluttered.
“Kyan,” Saint warned.
“What? She can say no.” Kyan shrugged. “She just has to do a shot or two as forfeit. So what will it be, baby?” He arched a brow and the look on his face brought the wild girl in me to life. There was a raw challenge in his eyes that told me he was sure I was going to back out. But I was woman enough to accept what my body wanted from these boys sometimes. And tonight felt like one of those nights when I was going to give in to my desires. But that didn’t mean it had to be on their terms…
I walked slowly towards Kyan, giving him a seductive smile which made his throat bob as I reached out and ran a finger down his bare chest, following the lines of his tattoos as I admired him. I reached his waistband, keeping my eyes on his as he held his breath and I let my palm roam lower over the impressive bulge in his jeans. He smirked in triumph and I smiled right back, turning my back on him and walking straight over to Blake. I dropped down to straddle him in his seat and his eyes widened a moment before my lips landed on his. He growled with desire, grabbing my ass and shoving me down onto his crotch as I slid my tongue into his mouth.
His tongue matched mine for every stroke and I forgot the game or that we had an audience. I knotted my fingers in his unruly dark hair and kissed him like there were no rules, no barriers, no lines. I just wanted to taste him until I drowned in his flesh against mine. His spicy scent made me heady and my hips rolled as I ground against him, feeling him growing between my thighs and I was just starting to figure fuck the game when strong hands pulled me off of him.
Kyan yanked me against his body and I laughed as I knocked my head back against his chest, twisting my neck to look up at him. “Maybe you should be sweeter to me, Kyan, and I might play nice with you like I play nice with Blake sometimes.”
“You’ve kissed since her rules came in?” Saint snapped.
“Just once,” Blake admitted, his smug expression making me kick him in the leg. He laughed, standing up and taking hold of my hips so I was wedged between two walls of muscle. “No point in lying about it. We’ve been caught out, sweetheart.” His eyes were two pools of jade that lured me in and made me want to kiss him again. I still felt the lingering scrape of his stubble against my jaw and I wanted to feel it everywhere. Anywhere.
Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly and Camila Cabello started playing and I took hold of Blake’s shirt, yanking him forward while lifting my other hand to lock around the back of Kyan’s neck as I started to dance to the tune. The heat of their flesh against mine felt so good it was unholy. I shut my eyes as they rocked in time with my movements and I lost myself to the sensation of their hands on my body. I wanted more. There was a starved void in my soul that was desperate to be filled.
Kyan’s mouth brushed my ear and I shivered with pleasure, everywhere feeling too sensitive all of a sudden as he dragged me back against him so I could feel how hard he was. Blake wrapped his fingers in my hair, pulling hard enough to make me gasp as he tugged my head to one side and dragged his lips across my
