Damaged (Boys of Winter 2)
King dips his head, his lips skimming over my shoulder as he grinds against me, making me groan with desire. “I know your body better than I know my own, Winter,” he murmurs, his hand slipping down between us and cupping my needy pussy. “I could have you thoroughly fucked and satisfied before you even have time to scream my name, and you damn well know it.”
“Fuck,” I grunt, glancing up and down the long hallway. “If we get caught, I’m going to fuck Cruz every hour on the hour and make you watch.”
A wicked, excited grin stretches across his face, and not a second later, those lips are crushing down on mine with his hands working the fly of my ripped jeans. He tears them down my body as I free his heavy cock from the confines of his pants, and just like that, he buries himself deep inside of me.
We both groan, and as he really starts to move, I’m forced to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming out. He fucks me hard and fast, and just as he said, all thoughts of Carver fly from my mind.
He picks up his pace, his lips against my neck as I glance down the hallway, making sure that we’re not about to get caught. My nails dig into his back and he groans in pleasure, the sound like an electric current shooting straight for my pussy.
My orgasm sneaks up on me, and I clench down around him as I come hard, closing my eyes as the pleasure rocks through me. “Fuck, King,” I groan, loving the feel of his fingers tightening on my waist.
He rocks into me two more times before he comes hard, sending hot spurts of cum shooting up into me, and just as I come down from my high, he pulls out of me, both of us panting, desperate to catch our breath.
King quickly adjusts himself and tucks his big cock back into his pants as his lips crush against mine. “Tell me that you didn’t need that,” he says, his lips pulling into a cocky grin.
I can’t help but laugh as I push him back and grab my jeans. “You’re way too confident for your own good,” I tell him, finding my jeans on the floor and quickly stepping into them before his cum has the chance to run down my leg.
I get the zipper up just as the bell sounds through the school, and not a second later, the hallways are flooded with clueless students. King’s hand slaps down on my ass as I scurry away, desperately seeking out the bathroom, while the only sound I hear is his deep, roaring laugh, more than proud of his achievement.
CHAPTER 10
The soft afternoon rain falls against the roof of Carver’s home as Cruz drags me through the living room. We crash down onto the couch, his lips pressing against mine and his arm locked securely around my waist. His hand slides down my back until it’s cupped securely over my ass.
His tongue dives into my mouth, exploring and taking whatever the fuck it wants. I adjust myself on top of him, straddling his waist and looking down at him. My tongue glides across my bottom lip as I grab the hem of my cropped tank and peel it over my head.
Cruz’s eyes become hooded as he watches me, the need and desire pulsing through his gaze like an electrical current that speaks right to my soul. Cruz sits up, and keeping one hand on my waist, the other reaches around my back and unhooks my bra.
I let the red material fall down my arms until it drops between us, and just as Cruz leans in and sucks my pebbled nipple into his mouth, I spy King and Grayson over the back of the couch, walking through the massive kitchen.
King instantly stops, his gaze sweeping to mine as though he knew exactly where to find me in this big room. His brow raises with interest and I watch the way he watches me back, silently asking for an invitation, but he got his turn this morning, and damn, the risk of getting caught was definitely worth the reward. King moves forward, propping his shoulder against the wall, more than happy to sit back and watch the show.
Grayson on the other hand, makes his way through the kitchen, collecting everything he needs for a killer sandwich, and for a guy that could kill a man with his bare hands, he’s extremely unobservant, at least right now he is. It isn’t until Cruz’s tongue flicks over my nipple and a soft, needy groan pulls from deep within me that he realizes something is going on just behind him.
He spins around, and as my head tilts back with pleasure, I thrust my chest into Cruz, silently begging for more. He locks eyes with me, his interest instantly filtering through his gaze as it swoops over my half-naked body.