Mad Love (Slateview High 3)

My body did.

It must have, because I shattered around Misael after just a few minutes, flailing for something to hold on to and finding Bishop’s hand. He was standing a little off to one side, watching us with hooded eyes, and I squeezed his hand hard as I came, my body spasming in Misael’s grasp as my core and ass clenched rhythmically. Kace left his finger inside me as deep as it would go, and the feeling of fullness was indescribable.

He circled it as he withdrew it, stretching out the tight muscles even more. Then his lips found my ear, brushing over the shell as he murmured, “Someday I’ll take that pretty ass, Coralee. I’ll fuck you in that tight, dark hole until you come all over my cock. Would you like that?”

I moaned, shuddering and clinging to Misael and Bishop, and both boys chuckled as Misael pulled out of me, leaving me feeling suddenly bereft.

Kace didn’t laugh though. His cock was like steel against my ass as he stepped closer, hot and hard, and he brandished it like a weapon as his breath caressed my ear again.

“Maybe someday I’ll fuck your ass while Bish or Misael takes your sweet pussy. See how tight you feel when you’re stuffed full of us. You think you could take us, Princess?”

His words were filthy, and I could feel a blush creeping up my face even as I nodded. “Yes. I could. I want to.”

All three boys reacted to my words, and

before I realized what was happening, I was hauled into Kace’s arms. I expected him to slide right into me, but he didn’t. Instead, he palmed my ass with both hands and carried me toward the ladder at the edge of the pool, the two other boys close behind him.

“Hold on to me,” he murmured, and I clung to him as he hauled us out of the water. Cool air hit my bare skin, and a fresh new wave of sensations cascaded through me.

Bishop and Misael stayed close to us as Kace carried me over to one of the lounge chairs set near the wall and deposited my naked, dripping body on it. A thrill of fear and excitement ran through me as he crawled onto the lounge chair with me, his slim, muscled hips slipping between my thighs as his cock ran through my folds.

We weren’t any more or less likely to get caught having sex on this chair than we had been in the water. But this felt more dangerous somehow, more exposed, and it only heightened my need for him.

He must’ve felt the same way, because he didn’t hesitate another second. His cock found the entrance to my throbbing, swollen core, and he drove inside, filling me in one hard stroke. Outside of the water, with no resistance, he could fuck me as hard and fast as he wanted—and he did, slamming into me over and over as if he was trying to leave his mark on me permanently. To brand me as his.

Theirs.

My body was worn out by the overload of sensation, by taking each of them one after the other. But I never wanted him to stop. I wanted him to mark me. I wanted to feel all of them for days, to carry them with me long after this moment.

I wanted their cum inside me.

“Kace…” My voice was breathy and strained. “I’m gonna—oh, fuck, I’m gonna—”

My words were cut off as he dropped his head and kissed me, slanting his mouth over mine again and again as he slowed his strokes, circling his pelvis and grinding against my clit.

And I fell apart.

I clung tightly to him, squeezing his cock and rolling my hips, and I felt him follow me into bliss. His cock jerked and pulsed as his whole body shuddered, and I could feel our combined wetness leaking from me as he stroked roughly in and out a few more times, riding out the last waves of pleasure.

Then he braced his forearms on the chair, gazing down at me with moss-green eyes. Bishop and Misael had ended up on either side of the chair, and they each pressed kisses to my damp skin as I stared back up at Kace.

He nodded, seeming to read the question in my eyes, to know I needed reassurance.

“You’re ours, Princess. You always will be. No matter fucking what.”

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No matter fucking what.

Kace’s words landed in my chest, jumpstarting my dying heart back to life. It wasn’t a solution to the problems that faced us, but it was a promise nonetheless. A vow that I would never be alone. That I wouldn’t have to face the future alone.

With reluctance, he pulled out of me, and each boy kissed me again before I padded over to the small room at one end of the pool house and grabbed towels for all of us. I couldn’t help them with their wet clothes, but I could at least make sure they were able to towel off.

As I returned with a stack of fluffy white towels in my hands, my footsteps stuttered at sight of the three of them. They were sitting on the lounge chairs, completely naked, their cocks still semi-hard. They looked like apex predators lounging by a watering hole—confident, dangerous, and completely unashamed.

They didn’t exactly fit in with the lavish luxury of the pool house. Instead, they seemed to dominate it, claiming it as their rightful place whether the rest of the world agreed or not.

They’re beautiful.