Deviant (Boys of Winter 3)

My fingers move faster over my clit and I clench down around Cruz, feeling that familiar sensation building deep within me. Maybe Grayson was right. Maybe we’re not just getting started. Maybe they’re going to make me come hard and fast. Fuck, either way it’ll be worth it.

“Aww fuck, Winter,” Cruz grumbles against my skin, his fingers digging into my hip. “Squeeze me any tighter and you’re going to make me come.”

Oooh, I like the sound of that.

I press my ass back into him, taking him at a new angle and squeezing as fucking tight as I possibly can, moaning against Grayson’s cock and making the both of them growl deep in the back of their throats as my fingers work tirelessly over my clit.

Grayson clenches his jaw. “I’m going to come in that pretty little mouth,” he warns me through his teeth, and if my mouth wasn’t so full, I’d be begging him to hurry up. I’d give anything to feel him come in my mouth and taste him as his warm cum travels down my throat.

I put my tongue to work, pushing back against Cruz and taking everything they’ve got. They both speed up. Grayson goes deeper down my throat as Cruz picks up his pace, slamming into me over and over with brutal precision.

My pussy clenches and screams for more.

I moan around Grayson’s cock, feeling him holding on and waiting for me to go first, but he doesn’t need to worry, I’m almost there.

Just a little while longer.

It builds and builds, the pressure almost becoming too much as my fingers furiously rub tight little circles over my needy clit. “Fuck, Winter,” Cruz pants, his tone dominant and full of authority. “Give it to me. Let me feel you come.”

His words shatter me and my orgasm takes over, exploding around me until I’m seeing stars. I’d give anything to scream out, to cry, or to curse. But Grayson is there, fucking my mouth until he comes hard, shooting that delicious seed right into the back of my throat and groaning loudly, the satisfaction clear in his tone.

“Oh, fuck,” Cruz roars, his fingers digging into my hip as he comes undone inside of me. His fingers are bruising but in the best damn way, and when his hand comes down and spanks my ass, everything clenches again, keeping me going.

My orgasm rapidly pulses through me, reaching every little nerve ending in my body. My eyes clench, my head tips back, my toes curl, and my pussy convulses like never before. “Holy shit,” I breathe after Grayson pulls out of my mouth, slowly coming down from my high, only to feel it continuing when Cruz’s hand slips around my body and lightly brushes over my clit.

“Yeah,” King grunts from the doorway with Carver standing right beside him, both of them looking in with interest. “It seems we missed the fun.”

Carver rolls his eyes, pretending that he isn’t at least a little bit curious about what just went down in here. “I’m out.”

“No,” I call out, a slight hint of hysteria in my tone that doesn’t just surprise me but surprises us all. “Just … wait. There’s something that’s been bugging me the last few days.”

Carver stops and returns to King’s side, narrowing his eyes at me as Cruz and Grayson pull their pants back on. “Like what?” he grumbles, watching me closely, keeping his eyes on mine and skillfully avoiding the rest of my naked body as I adjust myself on my bed, trying to sit up and pull the blanket up to cover my tits without showing them how much it actually hurts.

I instantly feel gravity doing its thing as Cruz starts leaking out of me and judging by the wicked grin that settles across his face, he knows exactly what’s happening. I ignore his stupid grin and glance around at the boys narrowing my gaze, particularly on Grayson. “You guys have been lying to me.”

King straightens, pushing himself off the doorframe and glaring right back at me. “Bullshit. What have we lied about?”

“I … I don’t exactly know,” I say with a slight cringe. “But something isn’t adding up.”

“Like what?” Cruz asks.

My tongue rolls over my lips and I still taste Grayson there. “You guys aren’t eighteen,” I accuse. “All this time I thought we were all the same age because we were seniors together, but we’re not, are we? You’re all older.”

All of their eyes start doing the weird shifty thing where they look at one another, having a silent conversation and trying to work out who the fuck is going to straighten this one out, and today, it’s Grayson who draws the short straw. “Why do you say that?”

I give him a hard stare, hating that he wants to try to play the field first instead of coming out with a straight answer. “Because no eighteen-year-old has medical training, and when I was cramped in the back of Carver’s Escalade going to my parents’ mountain property, Cruz was whining about his stupid blanket and you made a comment about him being nearly twenty … so, what am I supposed to say? Gotcha?”