Lost Boys (Slateview High 1)

Fortunately, as they had with so many other things, the Lost Boys immediately took the lead, saving me from attempting to navigate this on my own.

Misael swooped in to kiss me, sliding his tongue against mine before nipping at my bottom lip. By the time he broke away, the other two boys were completely naked, kneeling on the bed beside me. Kace had his fist wrapped around the base of his thick cock, and Bishop was jerking himself off in long, even strokes.

The sight of it made my breath hitch in my throat, a strange combination of fear and longing filling me as I blinked at them.

I wanted them inside me—so, so much. But how would they possibly fit?

Warm, gentle fingers turned my head away from Bishop and Kace, and Misael met my gaze. He knelt on my other side, and while I’d been distracted, he had removed the last of his clothes too. We were all naked, not a scrap of clothing left on us.

“It’s okay, Coralee,” he murmured, his dark eyes warm in the dim light filtering in through the window. “We’ve got ya. You trust us?”

My head was already moving up and down before I realized it was true. Entirely true.

Somewhere along the way, the boys I’d despised and doubted had become the only people in my messed up world that I truly trusted.

“Fuck,” Bishop muttered, his voice sounding almost agonized. “I got no damn condom.”

“It doesn’t matter!” I gasped, “I’m on the pill.”

Ava had taken me to the doctor for a birth control prescription when I was fifteen—not because I had expected to be having sex, but because it helped regulate my periods. The pill I’d been prescribed had actually helped a lot, and I was thankful as hell for Ava, because I knew my mom would never have taken me to the doctor for something like that, no matter how necessary it was.

Bish’s face split into a wide, wicked smile, and he leaned over me, partially draping his body over me as he kissed me hard.

“Thank Christ.” He licked his lips as he pulled back. “Now close your eyes.”

My brows pulled together even as I did what he commanded, turning my head slightly to try to track their movements through sound. “Why? Why can’t I look?”

“Because one of us is going to take your virginity, and I don’t want to make you choose who. I don’t want you to know who. Because you belong to all of us. It’s not about who claims you first.”

Gratitude and arousal infused my body as he finished speaking. It was like he’d crawled inside my head and read my thoughts, had seen that I couldn’t decide between them. And so they’d make sure I didn’t have to.

“It’s not,” I agreed. “I don’t care who claims me first or last or anything. Just so long as you all do.”

Three voices groaned above me.

“Yeah, I don’t think you need to worry about that. You’re so damn gorgeous, only a fool wouldn’t want you,” Misael said, his voice slightly teasing.

And then the boys stopped speaking at all. Hands and mouths were on me again, seeming to be everywhere at once, licking and nipping and kissing. I stopped thinking and just let myself soak up each touch as it came.

Then, just like Bishop had promised, I felt the broad head of a cock nudge at my entrance. I honestly couldn’t tell who it was—the overload of sensations had shorted out my brain, making it harder to sort through who each touch belonged to.

But that was okay. I didn’t need to know who it was to know it felt right.

I had planned on graduating high school a virgin.

I had planned on giving my future husband my virginity on our wedding night.

Now, I didn’t want either of those things. I just wanted this.

Whoever was braced above me hesitated for a moment, and I reached for him

, pulling him closer and shifting my hips to urge him onward. He didn’t make me beg, and he didn’t draw out the intrusion, sliding into me instead in a single, hard stroke.

It hurt.

Like being shattered and remade, like being broken and reformed, the cock spearing me seemed to split me in two—and when the pieces came back together again, I wasn’t the same person I had been a moment ago.

My chest rose and fell as the boy above me paused, stilling inside me, giving me time to adjust to his size. He stroked in and out of me twice more, letting my body acclimate to the sensation. Then, slowly, he pulled out.