“Fucking hell!” he curses as I press a tender, chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“You’re mine now, Vin,” I both promise and warn. “And I’m a pretty damn selfish monster. Now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”
LIKE WITH MASON, Vin is pissed as fuck that I won’t allow him to get me off.
Sigh. The troubles of being a female, am I right?
I give him a small, sultry smirk and pat his cheek. “You’ll just owe me one later,” I tell him with a wink, my mind already running rampant with the possibilities.
I know Vin and Mason are both as straight as can be, but I can’t ignore the throb in my pussy at the thought of the two of them taking me together.
Biting my lip to contain my lust-filled moan, I quickly change into a pair of Vin’s boxer briefs and one of his black tee-shirts. We have been up here for almost twenty minutes. No doubt, the others will be wondering what we have been doing for so long. I’m surprised Hux hasn’t raided the room already.
“Will this work?” Vin asks gruffly as I grab my discarded clothes. I flash him a smile, but internally, I’m envisioning his face as I finger his asshole. What can I say? I’m insatiable.
“Of course. I’m a genius—”
I tumble to the ground as my foot catches on the edge of his desk chair.
Fucking hell.
“Okay, genius,” Vin says sarcastically, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Aren’t you going to be a gentleman and help me up?” I extend a hand, and he rolls his eyes.
“Haven’t you realized? I’m an asshole.” He shrugs unrepentantly, but helps me to my feet anyway.
“You sure do like things in your asshole,” I tease. When his eyes flare with heat, I’m very, very tempted to forget about this whole stupid game, tie him to the bed, and ride his cock until we either pass out from pleasure or pain. But alas, I’m too competitive to let Cheryl win.
I’m the team fucking captain, and I’ll make Cheryl my bitch by the end of the day.
Speaking of…
“Did you know that Cheryl’s nipples turn into seashells when she’s aroused?” I mention casually as we exit Vin’s room. The hunter staggers over his own two feet, nearly faceplanting before he rights himself. And he calls me clumsy.
“Why the hell are you staring at Cheryl’s nipples?” he snaps. “When she’s aroused?” He tries to hide his reaction—he honestly does—but it slips through before he can mask it. Instead of aroused at the prospect of two girls having sex together or even confused, he’s jealous.
Oh, the irony.
“What would you say if I told you that I fucked her?” I ask nonchalantly, and his nostrils flare. Now, he doesn’t even bother to contain his jealousy—it radiates from him in tangible waves. “That I kissed those perky breasts of hers and licked her seashells. What if I said I buried my face in her pussy while she played with my nipples? Or that our slick pussies rubbed against each other? That our nipples brushed as she swirled her tongue around first one and then the other?”
Vin releases an enraged roar, lunging forward until he’s pressing me against the wall. I’m so startled I drop my spare clothes onto the ground. He places his palms on either side of my head and rubs his nose against my own. His breathing is labored as he struggles to gain control of himself.
I wonder…
“And what if I told you that Fish Boy was there as well?” I quirk a single eyebrow as pure madness reflects back at me in his brown gaze. “That I played with his cock while he—”
He slams his lips to mine in another claiming, possessive kiss. When he pulls away, his eyes are wild, crazed, and refuse to focus on any one thing.
“Don’t talk about shit like that, okay?” he snaps, lowering his face to my neck. I run my fingers through his short dark hair.
“But what if I told you that just today, I gave Mason a blowjob?” I place my hands on either side of his face, forcing him to look at me. “What if I said that he licked my nipples. What if I told you that I ran my tongue down his cock?”
The madness gradually recedes, replaced by…lust. Pure, unfiltered lust.
Interesting.
“What about Hux and Jack?” I continue, gauging his reaction. “I kissed both of them. I rubbed my pussy against Hux’s cock until we both orgasmed.”
His pupils become dilated, and his breathing shutters in and out. His now erect cock touches my thigh as he crowds even closer.
“And what about Frankie?” I lick my lips, and his eyes follow that movement. “What if I want to grip his cock in one hand while I jerk off Mason in the other? What if I want to run my tongue down the vein in Jack’s cock?”
He closes his eyes, as if my fantasies physically pain him, before reopening them and focusing on me.
“That is so fucking hot,” he breathes, devouring my lips once more. He sucks sharply on my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth, before releasing it with another pained groan. “I don’t know how to fucking explain it. I’m not into guys or anything, but the thought of you with my friends makes me so fucking hard. I want to watch you run your tongue over Mason’s cock. I want Jack and Hux to play with those perfect breasts and nipples of yours. I want Frankie to pound into your sweet pussy lips.” He presses his forehead to mine, squeezing his eyes shut once more. “But the thought of you with anyone else…” A low growl reverberates through his body. “I’ll tear them limb from limb.”
“Even if it’s a girl? Isn’t that, like, a guy’s fantasy?” I
