Wicked Liars (Windsor Academy 1)

Kingston gives me a wicked grin. “I’m here to party. Why else would I be here? This is a party, isn’t it?”

I turn back to Bentley. “What’s this idiot talking about?”

Bentley starts massaging my shoulders, forcing a groan out of me. “Like he said, we’re having a party. Our own little private party.”

My jaw drops as I comprehend the meaning behind his statement. “You’re all fucking crazy if you think that’s gonna happen.”

Bentley brushes my hair aside as his thumbs knead between my shoulder blades. “C’mon, Jazzy, don’t be shy now. Kingston told us how hot you were for him. How drenched. How tightly your pretty pink pussy gripped his fingers.” His erection digs into my back as he presses into me from behind. “We wanna see how well that pussy can grip our dicks.” Bentley’s tongue traces a path down the nape of my neck. “How pretty you’d look with all three holes filled.”

Oh, God. The image he just planted in my brain is so hot, my entire body flushes. But there’s no way in hell I could actually go through with that. Right?

Right?

“I don’t...” I shake my head, trying to clear the fog. “I think...”

Bentley moves to my front as someone else takes his place in the back. I know it’s Kingston the moment his strong hands grip my hips before making their way up my abdomen.

Bentley frames my face in his hands. “Don’t think, Jazzy. Just focus on how good we’re gonna make you feel.”

Bentley seals his lips over mine right as Kingston’s hands cover my breasts. I gasp when Kingston pinches my nipples through the thin fabric of my top, which Bentley takes advantage of by slipping his tongue into my mouth. With the cutouts, my shirt wouldn’t allow for a bra, so it’s the only thing standing between Kingston’s fingers and my skin.

Bentley feasts on my mouth like a man starved, and I give as good as I get. My hands glide under his t-shirt, tracing the muscular planes of his chest. The erection pressed into my stomach jerks when my fingernails rake over his nipple. Behind me, Kingston’s hands are everywhere, ratcheting my desire to an almost unbearable level. He lifts my arms straight above my head. My kiss with Bentley is broken as my tank top is pulled over my head and tossed aside.

Bentley groans as he looks at my naked torso. “Fuck, Jazz.”

Kingston’s large hands cover my breasts and squeeze, rolling my nipples between his index and middle fingers.

My head falls back into his chest. “Oh, God.”

“Switch,” Kingston demands before coming around to my front while Bentley positions himself in back. Kingston’s lids are hooded with lust as he circles my nipple with his finger. My breath hitches as he runs his thumb along my lower lip. He stares at my mouth as my tongue darts out, swirling around the tip. “Fuck.”

Kingston grabs my face and without thinking twice, our lips collide. Bentley’s tongue is trailing down my neck while my tongue is tangling

with Kingston’s. Kingston swallows my moan when Bentley bites down, sucking my skin in his retreat. I’m naked from the waist up but they’re both still fully clothed. There’s something strangely erotic about that but I want more. I’m burning with the need to feel their skin against mine.

I tug on the hem of Kingston’s t-shirt. “Take this off.” I twist until I’m facing Bentley. “You too. Lose the shirt.”

Bentley winks. “You don’t need to tell me twice.”

Two more shirts join the floor before I’m grabbing the back of Kingston’s neck, pulling him into a kiss. As we rub against each other, skin to skin, we’re a tornado of sloppy kisses, moans, and deep intakes of breath. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Reed holding his phone up in our direction, but I’m too consumed with lust to question it.

“God, you’re so fucking hot.” Bentley massages my breasts while licking the shell of my ear.

Kingston breaks away from my mouth and pushes Bentley’s hand away before kissing a path down to my left breast. I shudder as his tongue swirls around the pointed tip before sucking it into his mouth. My knees buckle as a wave of dizziness washes over me.

Kingston catches me by the hips as he pulls away. “You okay?”

I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of lust. “Yeah... uh...” Now the room is spinning. “Maybe I should sit down for a minute.”

Kingston and Bentley exchange a loaded glance over my shoulder before guiding me to the nearby couch. Man, why am I so sleepy all of a sudden? As my back hits the soft cushions, I curl onto my side.

My lids drift closed. “Just give me a minute and I’ll—”

That’s the last thing I remember before blacking out.

CHAPTER TWELVE

KINGSTON