Wild Girl (Slateview High 2)

Since Kace was only lifting my top half, my ass was still resting on Bish’s lap, giving him perfect access to what he wanted. His hand slid over the spot at the apex of my thighs, working my clit through the fabric with his palm, making me arch my back and gasp into Kace’s mouth.

“Fuck, yes, Princess.”

The words were muffled by our kiss as Kace’s other hand came around me too, holding me right where he wanted me as one hand moved upward to thread through my hair, fingers gripping the strands tightly.

With their hands on me, my body partially suspended in space, and the weed still infusing my system, I felt completely weightless, like I was floating on air. My body relaxed completely, giving in to them and trusting them to hold on to me and keep me safe.

I gasped breathlessly as Kace continued to devour my mouth, and the sounds mingled with the low noises each of the boys made as they felt my reaction to them. Misael shoved my shirt up even higher, latching onto my nipple through the fabric of my bra, and Bish ground the heel of his hand hard against my clit, making jolts of sensation burst through me.

Fuck. I’m gonna come already.

Ever since the first night Bishop had snuck into my room and ripped an orgasm out of my shocked body, these boys had possessed that kind of power over me. My body responded to them like it’d never responded to anything else, and when all three of them worked together, I was powerless to stop the sensations flooding through me.

But I didn’t want to come yet.

I was wearing way too many clothes for that. I wanted to feel one of them inside me when I came, wanted to feel my walls clamp down around him.

“Clothes!” I gasped, tearing my mouth away from Kace’s. “Off!”

They’d reduced me to single-word sentences. It was all my brain could handle.

But it was enough.

The three of them worked quickly, moving together to tug both m

y shirt and pants off. As soon as Kace unhooked my bra, I scrambled off the couch, ending up on my knees almost exactly where Misael had been. The boys before me tugged their shirts over their heads as Misael came up behind me, still on his knees, peppering kisses along the line of my shoulder.

His hands snaked around to cup my breasts, and for a second, I let my whole body lean back against him, allowing him to support me as my head rested on his shoulder. Kace and Bishop watched with glittering eyes as their friend massaged my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples between his thumb and fingers.

“God, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

Bishop’s eyes were dark with lust, but the smile that tilted his lips was almost sweet.

I forced my body to move, leaning forward even as Misael kept his hands on me. Using one hand for each of the boys in front of me, I fiddled with the buttons on their pants until they popped up, then worked their zippers down at the same time. They both let out low noises, and when I tried to tug their jeans and boxer briefs down, they each moved quickly to help me, lifting their hips and shoving the fabric down their legs.

My fingertips danced over their cocks at the same moment Misael’s hands left my breasts, skimming over my stomach to hook the sides of my panties.

“Fair’s fair, right, Coralee?” he murmured into my ear. “You get them naked, I get you naked?”

Fire licked along my skin, trailing down from the place where his nose brushed against the delicate curve of my ear, and I whimpered. “What about you?”

“Way ahead of you, Princess.”

He chuckled, then showed me exactly what he meant, moving even closer to me so that we were pressed flush together, letting me feel that while I’d been distracted, he’d already gotten rid of his clothes.

His cock was hard against my ass, and when he pulled back a little, I leaned forward, presenting more of myself to him, silently begging him for more. My hands had faltered in my distraction, but the two boys in front of me didn’t seem to care. They were watching me and Misael with sinful interest, and when I licked both my palms and wrapped my hands around their shafts, they shifted their hips, thrusting up into my touch.

I was kneeling on the floor in front of them, jerking both of them off, as Misael slowly fisted his own cock, sliding it between my legs, dragging it through my folds. He groaned.

“You’re so fucking wet already. Is that for us, Princess?”

My head bobbed in a desperate nod, and he pressed himself just inside my core, his hands moving up to massage the round cheeks of my ass.

“Do you want me?” he murmured. “Are you ready for me?”

I nodded again, drawing my bottom lip between my teeth as I worked Bishop and Kace in my hands, focusing on their pleasure to keep myself from flying off the cliff. The snake tattoo on Kace’s arm seemed to ripple and move as his muscles flexed, his hands bracing on the couch cushions as his abs contracted.

“Fucking hell,” he grunted, and it was as if those words snapped the last thread of restraint any of us possessed.