Kace’s words burst out of him, and a second later, I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper, and the rustling of clothing.
My heart rate spiked, my clit throbbing harder and harder as my fingers worked faster.
“Are you touching yourself, Kace?” I gasped.
“Yes,” he gritted out, his voice clipped. “Fuckin’ my fist. Wish it was your tight little pussy.”
My whole body jerked at the sound of his words. I was on the verge of coming already, but I didn’t slow my fingers. I didn’t want to hold it off. I would come for these boys. Then I would come again, and again, and again.
“I don’t,” I rasped, arching my back, rubbing my sensitive nipples against the blankets. “I want you in my ass. Just like you promised. It’ll be tight, Kace. I know it’ll be so tight. But I know you’ll take care of me. You’ll make it feel good.”
The breathing coming through the line was heavier now, three distinct patterns of breath. I could hear other noises too, more wet sounds of flesh on flesh, that made me certain the other boys were touching themselves too.
“I’ll always take care of you, Princess,” Kace muttered, a dark promise in his voice that made my toes curl and my hips buck off the mattress.
“Oh, God,” I whispered brokenly. “Gonna come. Gonna—”
My core and my ass both clenched rhythmically as an orgasm plowed into me, and I had never felt more empty in my life.
“Shit, that’s the best sound in the world.” Bishop’s voice was thick and heavy with desire. “Do it again for us. Don’t stop.”
I didn’t. My clit was still throbbing with aftershocks, but my fingers kept moving, circling around it as I brought myself back toward the edge again.
“Bishop,” I choked out. “I want you inside me at the same time. I want you both inside me. I want you to fill me up with your cum.”
“Jesus.”
Low grunts punctuated that word, and I could tell from the sounds reaching my ears that they were all getting closer too. It’d been too long for all of us.
“I’d like that, Princess,” Bishop murmured. “I’d grab your hips and hold you steady so we could both fuck you hard. Could you take it? Could you take us both?”
“Uh-huh.” I was whimpering, losing the ability to speak in full sentences as the need inside me built again. “Misael too. I want all of you. Please… please, oh fuck, please.”
Before the words were all the way out of my mouth, I came again, my whole body shuddering as euphoria flooded my veins.
My panties were soaked through, wetness dripping from my core and smearing my thighs, and the frantic movement of my fingers drew the orgasm out into one long wave of pleasure, making my breath hitch as if I’d had the wind knocked out of me.
But I still didn’t stop. My clit was pulsing, almost painfully sensitive, but I kept touching myself. I wasn’t done yet. My boys hadn’t come yet. And I was still hungry for more.
I rolled over onto my side, pinning the phone between the pillow and my head so I could free up my other hand. My fingertips brushed across my skin, lighting up my nerve endings as my thighs squeezed together, trapping my hand between them as I rode my own touch with hungry undulations of my hips.
“I want to hear you come,” I rasped. “I want to picture it. I want to feel it.”
“Fuck, Cora.” Kace swore under his breath, and I had a feeling he was on the verge of driving over and breaking into my parents’ house no matter how dangerous it was.
“Come for me, Kace,” I whispered, my heart thudding against my ribs. “Imagine it’s my mouth. My tongue. Imagine how deep you’d go. You’d make me cry. And I’d love it.”
A choked grunt came through the line, and then the sound of deep, ragged breathing.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Princess,” Bishop grated. “Who taught you to talk so dirty?”
“You did.” I bit my lip, sliding two fingers inside myself. The stretch was nowhere near as satisfying as one of their cocks, but I let my imagination take over, grinding the heel of my hand against my clit. “You taught me to be dirty. You showed me how much I like it.”
Misael gave a low, animalistic grunt that I recognized as his release, and a second later, Bishop let loose a stream of curses. I fucked myself hard and fast with my fingers, and when the fourth orgasm hit me like a speeding car, my body jerked so hard the phone slipped away from my ear.
For a second, I couldn’t move. Could barely think.
But I missed the sounds of the boys breathing; I needed that connection with them. After groping around on the bed near my head, I located my cell phone and held it to my ear, grinning when I heard the boys again. They were all breathing hard, and Bishop finally let out a choppy laugh.