Mad Love (Slateview High 3)

Finally, Bishop spoke. “What would you do if we were there right now?”

There was a teasing growl in his words, and I knew he was trying to distract me from my heartache. It didn’t quite work, but I loved that he was trying. And despite the pain that still bounced around in my chest, I smiled slightly as I considered my answer.

“I would kiss you. I’d kiss each of you, over and over and over. Until I could taste all of you on my tongue. On my lips.”

A soft groan came through the line, and I was pretty sure it came from Kace. An answering ripple of heat moved through my lower belly, and I squirmed under the soft blankets.

“What would you do if you were here?” I whispered.

“How ’bout this, Coralee?” Misael said. There was something in his voice that made my breath come faster. “We’ll tell you what we’d do, if you promise to do it.”

“What do you mean?”

The butterflies flapping in my stomach insisted they already knew exactly what he meant, but I wanted to hear him say it. An ache was building inside me, making my core feel swollen and needy. It’d been too long since I’d seen these boys who owned three pieces of my soul. Too long since I’d touched them.

“Since we can’t be there, you’ll have to do it for us.” Misael’s tone was low and teasing, and I could picture the mischievous glint in his dark eyes. “So if I say I’d run my hands over your milky skin, that I’d squeeze your tits and play with your nipples till you were moaning and writhing…”

My breath caught in my throat, and a gush of wetness dampened my panties.

“Then I would do it,” I whispered, one hand gripping the phone tighter while the other began to roam my own body, pushing the fabric of my nightgown out of the way as my fingertips teased my nipple.

“Yeah.” His voice was strangled, and I swore I could hear heavier breathing from the other two boys. “Do it for me, Coralee. Let me hear you moan.”

His words seemed to travel straight to my clit, and just as he had commanded, I writhed restlessly, my hand massaging my breast with a harder touch as I pinched and pulled my nipple. When I switched to the other one, it was already peaked and sensitive, and I let out a low groan as my clit throbbed.

“Fuck, yes. Like that.”

Kace’s voice was hard and rough, and I moaned again at the sound of it. Everything about these boys turned me on, and if all I could have right now was their voices, their grunts and moans, I would take it.

“Kace,” I murmured, still tugging hard on my nipples, making jagged bolts of sensation tear through me. “I want your cock in my mouth. I want to suck you and lick you until you can’t take it anymore.”

I had never understood why his dirty talk always turned me on so much, making my whole body electric with need even as it made me blush. I still didn’t quite understand it, but my own filthy words were having the same effect on me, as each word brought with it a vivid image, a remembered sensation.

“I like when you grab my hair while I’m sucking you,” I said. My hand left my breasts, trailing down over my stomach before delving beneath the waistband of my panties. “I like when you use me like that.”

“Fucking hell, Princess.”

He sounded like he might be dying. Like my words might be killing him.

I grinned, biting my lower lip. I liked having this kind of power over him—liked being able to drive him crazy like this. But I didn’t want him to die. I didn’t want to torture him.

My hand moved down farther between my legs, brushing over my clit before delving into my wet core, and my entire body shuddered.

“I’m touching myself,” I murmured. “You guys touch yourselves too. Imagine it’s me. My hand. My mouth. My… pussy. My ass.”

I stumbled over the words a little, but any embarrassment or awkwardness I might’ve felt was fading quickly as sensations flooded me. For the first time in days, I felt right. I felt happy and whole.

“Fuck,” Bishop bit out, and I could pict

ure his cock straining against his pants.

“Uh, Princess, normally when we all take out our dicks around each other, it’s ’cause you’re here. You’re in the middle of all of us,” Misael commented, humor in his voice. But I could hear the need there too.

They might never have done something like this before, but I was almost sure they would tonight. Because I had asked. Because they never liked to deny me anything. And because they needed this just as much as I did.

“I am there,” I said softly, bringing my arousal-slicked fingers up to rub at my clit, teasing myself with light touches at first. “I’m right there with you. I want you all so fucking bad.”

“Fucking Christ.”