“Kiss me.”
“Mads, I—”
“—Nate?” I breathed out heavily. “Kiss me.”
He let out a throaty groan, then hooked his finger under my chin, tilting my head up to his lips. They softly pressed against mine, and my heart thudded in my chest, butterflies roaring deep in my belly. My hand went to the back of his neck as I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue to slip inside. I tilted my head to give him a little more access, then he groaned again, his arm tightening around my neck. That feral sound shot straight down to my lower regions. I inched my leg toward his until it was pressing against his thigh, testing how far he’d let me go before ordering me to stop. Only he grabbed onto it and pulled me on top so I was straddling his waist. Without thinking twice, I quickly searched his eyes and he mine. It was a fleeting moment of pause. A quick second guess. But before either of us could protest, our lips were colliding, my fingers were tangled in his hair and my shirt was coming off. He threw it onto the floor and halted, leaning back to take in my naked chest. “Damn, Kitty.” My cheeks heated briefly. For some reason, it was different between Nate and I this time. We sort of always knew it was sexual, there was always something there, but we hid behind our family and Bishop to simmer the tension down. Thinking of Bishop had me squirming, so before I could explore that any further, my lips went to his neck. I sucked on his skin, biting down on his flesh in my retreat. He moaned, his hand tugging at my hair to bring my face back down to his.
“We doing this? And choose your next words very carefully because I’m about to tear into that forbidden territory with no fucking shame.”
I pulled my bottom lip into my mouth and nodded. “He hurt me. Too much, Nate. He’s done… too much.”
“This a revenge fuck?”
“What?” His question was valid, but I asked ‘what’ just to give myself a few beats to decide how to answer, but I didn’t have to think hard. “Of course not!”
He grinned. “You sure? I wouldn’t give a fuck. You can ride on my dick for any reason you need.”
I chuckled, my head tilting back. “Nate!” I hit his chest just as he came up and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it. I felt him harden under me and I moaned, tilting my head back while my hand found his neck again. Slowly I started to rub myself over his length before dropping my mouth back to his, sucking his tongue into my mouth and biting down on the bar of his tongue ring. Reaching to the waistband of his shorts, my fingers slipped under, sweat dripping off my skin from the pleasure the friction was giving me. I saw nothing but Nate’s eyes, rimmed with fire and burning with need. I heard nothing but the deep intakes of our breaths with the occasional moan, and I felt nothing but his hands gripping my ass, hips, and then slowly, he slid beneath my underwear. I went to yank his shorts down as his thumb pressed against my clit, putting everything into first gear and hitting straight into sixth - fuck second, third, fourth and fifth.
Something caught the corner of my eyes. I screamed, grabbing for the blanket to cover my body.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account…” Brantley stepped forward, pushing his hands into his pockets. His head tilted and his eyes turned hungry as they ran down my body, taking in the scene that was playing out in front of him.
“Brantley!” I snapped, clicking my fingers to pull him out of his pervy state. I could feel Nate’s body jiggling underneath me from laughing, his hand covering his mouth.
“Brantley!” I repeated in the same tone.
“Hmm?” He casually brought his eyes to mine, and they darkened even more. His eyebrows pinched together and his mouth kicked up in a grin. It was the kind of dark grin Brantley usually gives me. You know, the one that sets chills off over my spine? Yeah, that one. My focus was still on him when Nate thrust his hips up to mine, his thick cock grinding against my clit. My eyes closed and my lips parted, my cheeks flashing with heat. Another moan slipped from me involuntarily, and I bit down on my bottom lip. Reality hit me and my eyes slammed open, back onto Brantley. Slowly, like a lion would approach its unknowing prey, he strode backward, his eyes staying on mine and then in one click, he pushed the door closed. My eyes dropped down to Nate. I felt safe with these guys—mostly. Okay, not ever with Brantley, but I do with Nate, so when he nodded his head, I tugged my lips in, looked to Brantley, and gave him a slow approving smile. Brantley waltzed toward the bed, his eyes clouding over in lust. He hooked his fingers under his shirt and tossed it across the room to the pile where my shirt was. His chest glistened in a golden glaze, and both his freaking nipples were pierced. His abs and chest were so defined you could probably stencil every single line and vein with a pencil and paper. He had the Elite King tattoo over his chest, with the skull and the crown and his last name “Vitiosis” in cursive writing underneath it. I noticed all of the boys who I’ve seen with no shirt on, all had the same king tattoo, but what I thought were scribbles underneath, I now know was their Latin last names. These boys dripped and oozed
