The Risk (Kings of Linwood Academy 3)

The last time we did something to take our minds off everything we’re up against, I ended up fucking River in front of all three of the other kings, and the memory of that night turns the slow burn inside me into a torrent of fire.

“Yes. Please.”

I’m reaching for him even as I say the words, and his lips meet mine in a kiss that curls my toes. Chase kisses with the same sort of energy and gusto that he lives his life with, and it’s easy to get swept up in it, carried away by the feel of his lips and teeth and tongue.

When Dax brushes the hair off my shoulder and nips at my neck, I jerk and let out a strangled noise into Chase’s mouth.

Dax chuckles. “What? You thought I’d just lie here and watch while you kiss my brother like that?”

I squirm between them, kissing Chase harder as Dax’s words seem to travel straight to my clit. I’m still lying on my back, Chase’s upper body partially draped over mine, as Dax pushes back the covers slightly. I can feel him moving, but I can’t see quite what he’s doing, and I can’t make myself pull away from Chase long enough to look.

A second later, I find out anyway.

Large hands slide up under the oversized t-shirt I’m wearing, caressing the flat plane of my stomach and the roundness of my hips. When they reach the rolled waistband of my pants, two fingers hook the sides.

“Jesus. You look so fucking sexy in these. I like you in my clothes.”

Dax’s voice is muffled beneath the blanket, and I can’t tell if he’s really talking to me or just lost in his own thoughts, speaking them aloud.

I roll my hips restlessly, grabbing Chase’s shoulders and holding on tight as my tongue battles with his. When Dax tugs on the shorts, I shift my weight to help him pull them down, and then I feel him scoot even lower on the bed to settle between my legs, his hands gliding over my hips and down my thighs, mapping every inch of me.

They didn’t give me any underwear.

I was going commando in Dax’s shorts, and now I’m completely bared to him. H

e hasn’t even touched my pussy yet, and between the darkness of the room and the fact that he’s buried underneath the blankets, I doubt he can see much of anything down there.

But I can feel his focus on me like a laser, warming my skin, making me whimper into Chase’s greedy mouth.

When Dax finally grips my thighs and holds them open, I brace myself for the sensations I know are about to sweep me away. And when his tongue darts out and finds my already throbbing clit, brushing hard strokes across it, I rip my mouth away from Chase’s, biting my lower lip to muffle a raw cry.

“With me, Low. Stay with me.” Chase shifts on his elbow, using two fingers to turn my face back toward him. His grin beams in the darkness, like a sexy-as-fuck Cheshire cat. “And you can let go of your lip. You don’t have to worry about making noise. Nobody but us can hear you, and I promise you, we like it.”

Dax is still lapping at my clit like it’s his favorite kind of candy, and a flush of pleasure fills my body as I stare up into Chase’s eyes, completely drawn in by him.

With me, he said.

He wants to see. He wants to know what his brother is doing to me, wants to watch it on my face, feel it in my body.

I’m not used to this. I’ve had guys go down on me before, but never like this. Never when there was another boy present to witness my reaction to it, to absorb my pleasure and feed it back to me through hot, demanding kisses.

I like it.

No, fuck that. I love it.

It intensifies the feelings billowing through me, as if the number of bodies touching mine increases every sensation exponentially. As if sharing our pleasure makes it grow.

Dax’s tongue licks up and down my pussy, sliding over my folds before finding my clit again, and when he slips a finger inside me, my hips buck off the bed. I haul Chase’s head down to meet mine, kissing him desperately, hungrily—as though if I can just kiss him hard enough, I’ll be able to survive the sensations pummeling my body.

I’m not sure I will though.

I’ve been tense as a taut wire all day, and now it feels like I’m about to snap.

I can’t catch my breath, and I suck in gulps of air every time Chase and I break apart for a second. My fingernails scratch at the fabric of his worn t-shirt, scraping over the banded muscles underneath, and my hips lift off the mattress again, riding Dax’s face without an ounce of shame.

Dax murmurs something against my pussy, words I can’t hear but can feel. The vibration of his lips and the feel of his breath make me shake, and when he loops his hands under my thighs and holds me off the bed so he can feast on me, I lose it.

My hands grip Chase’s short copper hair so hard it has to hurt, and I bite his lips softly, kissing him over and over again as my orgasm flows through me, lighting up every nerve ending from my fingers to the tips of my toes.