Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

I immediately stopped and started to cover myself, but Hail wrapped his arm around my waist, trapping me. On instinct, I leaned into him, using his body to cover my nearly naked one. Thankfully, I’d managed to keep my bra intact during this episode of heavy petting.

If having his junk out in front of his friend bothered him, Hail made no qualms about it, opting to let his dick hang free.

“Busy?” Tate smirked, his gaze focused on me.

I peeked at him through my curtain of blonde hair, grateful I’d let it grow so long because it now acted as a shield against his prying eyes.

“A bit.” Hail chuckled softly, pulling me close.

In this instance, I didn’t mind my body mashed against his.

“Want to watch?”

I froze amid the silence, thinking Tate would never say yes.

I tensed as Tate’s weight landed on the bed next to us.

He was staying.

“Bianca,” Hail murmured, kissing along my jaw. “Finish.”

When I didn’t move, he bit my shoulder, causing me to cry out. His fingers raked through my hair, his grip tight as he tugged my head sideways.

“Fucking finish,” he snarled, shoving me away.

I toppled off the bed and onto the floor. My knees screamed in pain as they hit the hard floor. Tate and Hail both laughed as I tried to cover my body. My only saving grace was at least I still had my skirt, panties, and bra on. I eyed my shirt next to Hail. He caught me looking at it and handed it to Tate.

“If you want it, you’ll have to come get it,” Hail called out, smirking at me. “But after you finish what you started.”

I shuffled forward on my aching knees and took Hail’s dick in my hand, pumping him. I needed to get the hell out of there. Whatever it took.

He let out a low moan, his head falling back, as I worked him. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Tate had his dick out and was rubbing it.

I squeezed my eyelids closed, thinking of anything good I could think of. But Hail and Tate’s heavy breathing made it hard to focus.

A squeak left my mouth as Hail grabbed my hair and shoved my head down to his dick.

“Suck me off,” he grunted.

“Hail—”

“Suck me or fuck me, rat. Those are your choices now.” He pushed my head down once more, and I opened my mouth, silently cursing my existence as Hail’s dick slipped past my lips. I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I didn’t make it a habit to put dicks into my mouth, but it shouldn’t be hard to figure out. Hail wasn’t exactly a complex creature.

I coughed and sputtered as he shoved himself deeper into my mouth.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Bianca,” he murmured, his fingers twisting in my hair. “So clean. So perfect. So virginal. Let’s dirty you up a little. Open your mouth wider.”

I obeyed, telling myself the faster I did this, the faster I could leave. I knew I couldn’t just tell him to go to hell because my fate would be worse than enduring.

“Look at you. Hungry for my cock.” He pushed his dick deeper, making me gag as he hit the back of my throat. He didn’t relent. He thrust in and out of my mouth as Tate stroked his own cock next to us.

“Fuck, that’s good. Suck me harder. Make me come in your pretty mouth.”

I choked as he fucked my mouth, his hips thrusting up as he panted, his fingers twisted in my hair as he used me.

My eyes watered as a burst of hot fluid shot against the back of my throat.

Hail groaned loudly, emptying himself. Tate moaned beside us. At least I wouldn’t have to touch him next.