I moaned into his mouth, then yelped as Kace moved lower, clamping his teeth around my nipple and biting hard enough to make a shock of sensation zap through me like lightning.
“Fuck. I have to taste you.”
The desperation in Misael’s voice made me smile. I liked making him come a little unhinged, I liked seeing what need for me did to him—to all of them. I wasn’t quite sure how the fuck he’d manage it in the cramped confines of the car, but I should never have doubted the Lost Boys’ determination.
Kace wrapped his arms around my waist, hauling me across the seat until I was cradled against him as he leaned against the back door on the driver’s side. My legs splayed across the worn vinyl, and Misael settled himself between them finding just enough room to drop his head between my legs.
It was a tight fit for all of us, but any worry about whether he was comfortable or not fled my mind as he pulled my panties aside and ran his tongue up my slit, lapping and then flicking my clit with the tip.
He wrapped his lips around me, kissing my folds and tasting every bit of me, and I reached behind me to hook a hand around the back of Kace’s neck, craning my neck and angling my head for a kiss. I kissed him just like Misael was kissing me.
Desperately.
Hungrily.
Like I might never come up for air.
Bishop steered the car into a turn, and we all shifted in the back seat, Misael’s tongue sinking deeper into my core. I undulated my hips, working myself against his face as I felt the hard heat of Kace’s cock press against my lower back. Need spiking inside me, I shifted my hips again, grinding against Kace before offering myself to Misael again, and both boys groaned.
Misael sat back suddenly, licking his lips as he glanced over my shoulder at Kace. “Help me turn her.”
Before I could even register quite what he meant by that, the two boys moved in tandem, lifting me and flipping me over so I was on all fours on the seat, facing Kace, who was still leaning against the door. I blinked at him, and he gifted me with a rare grin, running a knuckle over my cheekbone as Misael’s hands skated over my ass, reaching under my short dress to slip beneath my panties.
Kace’s hands moved to unzip his fly, but before he tugged it down, he lifted an eyebrow at me.
“Blue?” he murmured.
I blinked again, completely lost for a moment.
Then I remembered.
Blue.
The word he had told me to say if I wanted to stop whatever we were doing. He had given it to me before he’d told me to suck his cock in the boys’ bathroom at school.
But I hadn’t said “blue” then. And there was no way in hell I’d say it now.
The windows of Bishop’s car weren’t tinted, but we were driving on dark, nearly deserted roads—I wasn’t quite sure where we were, but I was pretty sure he’d decided to take the scenic route home.
We could get caught. There was no denying that.
But the wildness these boys unleashed in me made it impossible to care about that.
Holding Kace’s gaze, I shook my head vigorously, and his smile widened as his hands resumed their motion, undoing his pants and pushing them down enough to give me access to his cock. I dropped my head to take him into my mouth at the same moment I heard another rustling sound behind me, and when Misael pushed my panties out of the way again, I groaned around Kace.
With his body partially draped over mine, Misael eased himself inside me, and I shuddered at the feel of it as he bottomed out in one slow stroke.
The car jerked slightly before straightening out, and Bishop cursed from the front seat.
“Fucking Christ.”
He sounded tortured, and I wondered if he was touching himself as he caught glimpses of the three of us in the back seat, as he listened to the sounds we made.
I hoped he was.
I hoped he was stroking himself, imaging himself buried inside me like Misael or thrusting his cock between my lips like Kace.
Thinking of Bishop jerking himself off in the front seat sent a wave of heat through me, and I renewed my assault on Kace’s dick, licking and sucking and hollowing my cheeks as I bobbed my head up and down.