Ruthless Kings (Windsor Academy 2)

Bentley pulls me closer, hooking my legs over his shoulders, my ass partially suspended in the air between Kingston's thighs. At the first swipe of Bentley's tongue, I scream, releasing a string of curses. I raise my arms, clasping my hands behind Kingston's neck. I'm afraid I'll float away if I don't have something to anchor myself to. Kingston leans down whispering words of encouragement in my ear and playing with my nipples as his best friend eats my pussy like it's his fucking job.

“Watch, Jazz,” Kingston commands. “You love how he’s eating that pretty little cunt of yours, don’t you?”

“So much.” I gasp as Bentley points his tongue, adding the perfect amount of pressure.

I shamelessly ride Bentley’s face as he licks me harder and faster, my arched spine and rolling hips only seem to spur him on.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you,” Kingston whispers as he presses his erection into my back. “To prove that no matter how good you feel right now, I’m the only man who owns that pussy. My dick is the only one you want. But you already know that, don’t you?”

I whimper as he pinches my nipples. Hard. “Fuck.”

I can feel Kingston’s smile against my cheek. “That’s what I thought.” He lifts his head and watches as Bentley’s tongue swirls around my clit. “How’s she taste, Bent?”

Bentley gives me one long lick from bottom to top. “Like fucking heaven. No pussy has ever tasted this good.” I squeal when he curls his fingers inside of me.

“Mmm,” Kingston murmurs. “That she does. C’mon, Jazz, get there. Show Bentley how gorgeous you are when you come.”

“Oh, God,” I pant.

I feel like I'm burning up from the inside, yet shivers are coursing throughout my body. I've never known pleasure like this before. Two sets of hands working in tandem, Kingston's filthy words whispered in my ear, watching as Bentley's dark head move between my thighs, it's too much. I can't hold back anymore. A ragged scream tears from my lips as my orgasm finally peaks. When I come down, I'm so blissed out, I feel like I'm floating in a completely different dimension.

Bentley removes his fingers and places a soft kiss right over the scar above my public bone. “You’re absolutely stunning, Jazz.”

“She’d look even better riding my cock.” Kingston grabs my chin, yanking my neck to the side so I can look at him. “Do you want to show him?”

“Do you?”

Kingston places a soft kiss on my lips. “Yeah, I really fucking do.”

I turn to Bentley. He seems to read my mind because he answers my question before I can even ask. “Yeah, pretty girl. I’m in. Show me what you’ve got.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

KINGSTON

Is this really happening? One minute, my best friend and I are squaring off, ready to battle for this girl. In the next, we're working together, doing whatever we can to bring her more pleasure than she's ever known.

"Remember, if you want to stop at any time, just say the word." I place a chaste kiss on Jazz's temple.

"Not gonna happen." Her voice is breathy, needy. Her body is pliant. Not a trace of anxiety remains, which is precisely what I was aiming for.

My hand slides down her taut abdomen until it lands on her bare mound. I go lower, dipping a finger inside to collect her moisture. My beautiful girl’s pussy clenches at the intrusion, making my cock jump in anticipation. Jazz’s back arches on a gasp while I pump my finger in and out a few times.

Bentley groans from his place on the floor in front of us, watching my finger disappear inside her tight little cunt. There’s no doubt Jazz is more than ready, so I remove my finger and give her pussy a little tap. “Turn around, baby.”

I fumble with my underwear, sliding it down just enough to free my dick as her lithe body faces me, bourbon eyes shining with desire. Christ, I don't think she's ever looked better. I thread my fingers through her thick hair, pulling her mouth to mine. Jazz glides her pussy over my shaft as we kiss, trying to get friction. I don't think she realizes she's doing it, but the natural lube all over my dick doesn't lie.

The couch dips as Bentley sits beside us to get a better view. He's stripped down as well, stroking his cock as he watches us. Jazz turns her attention to him, her eyes fixated on how he moves his hand up and down. I pinch her chin between my fingers, diverting her attention back to me while I nudge the head of my dick against her swollen clit.

“You on the pill?” I ask.

She nods. “Yeah.”

I line myself up with her entrance. “You trust me?”

She nods again, more fervently this time.

“Then fucking ride me, baby.”