Mad Love (Slateview High 3)

And that one little word was all it took.

I didn’t know if it was their own need overriding common sense just like mine had, or if they really would do anything I asked of them, but all three boys stepped back from me at once, tugging their sopping wet shirts over their heads. My greedy gaze took in the sight of their naked chests, and even though the water distorted their forms a little, it was the best thing I’d seen all week.

They tossed their shirts to the tiled floor beside the pool, and the wet garments landed with a dull thwap. I couldn’t look away, my gaze flitting from one boy to the next as they each undid their pants, pushing the clinging fabric down until they could kick their pants all the way off. They deposited those by the side of the pool too, and suddenly, I was in the water with three very muscled, very naked boys.

My body temperature spiked, and a demanding ache built between my thighs as we all looked at each other for a moment. Then a low whimper fell from my lips, and the tension snapped. They forged through the chest-deep water to converge on me again, and this time, bare skin brushed against bare skin as I was gathered into their embrace.

Hands and lips and teeth were everywhere, and somewhere in the middle of everything, my panties were torn from my body. The ruined garment sailed toward the edge of the pool too, but I didn’t even see where it landed because at that moment, Bishop slid a thick finger inside me, and my head dropped back.

“Fuck. Yes,” I muttered, grinding against the heel of his hand as he added a second finger and began to slide them in and out.

But it wasn’t enough. I needed to re-seal the bond between us, to get as close to each of them as humanly possible.

“More. More.”

My gasping words hardly made any sense, but I pressed against him as I spoke, hooking one leg around him and practically crawling up his body. Kace and Misael made low noises of approval as they helped me, lifting and supporting me until I was right where I wanted to be. My arms wrapped around Bishop’s shoulders, and my legs went around his body as his fingers withdrew from my core and the head of his cock found my entrance.

We were all bathed in pool water, as wet as we could possibly be—but even so, I could tell I was soaked for him. My arousal slicked his cock as he pressed inside me, and my toes curled as all the air rushed from my lungs.

I dropped my head to his shoulder, holding onto him as tightly as I could and devouring his wet skin with my lips and teeth as he used his grip on my hips to hold me steady as he fucked me.

I’d never done this in a pool before, and it felt good but strange, our movements slightly hampered by the resistance of the water around us. But it didn’t stop Bishop from going hard and deep, and with every thrust, I felt him all over. He circled his hips a little every time he bottomed out inside me, grinding the base of his cock against my clit.

Sweet pressure was building up inside me, the pleasure that was radiating outward from my core only heightened by the lingering pain in my heart, by the wild confusion and helplessness that still clung to the edges of my mind.

It was a desperate fuck, for so many reasons.

Misael and Kace were right there with us, dropping kisses to my exposed skin and running their hands over my body. When Kace’s hand dropped lower and squeezed one ass cheek in a bruising grip, I clenched around Bish, biting his shoulder to keep my cry muffled.

But Kace didn’t stop there. As my entire body rocked with the force of Bishop’s thrusts, he moved his hand over to my other cheek before slipping one finger between them. The thick digit found my tight hole, and when he pressed inside, my world exploded into fragments of pleasure. I came hard on Bishop’s cock, gasping and whimpering as my core clamped around him. My ass clamped around Kace’s finger too, as if I was trying to lock both boys inside me, to keep them there forever.

“Oh, fuck, you’re tight,” Bishop groaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair close to the roots and hauling my head up to kiss me hard. He kept driving into me even as I convulsed around him, and when Kace began to move his finger in a matching rhythm, I came again.

This time, it was too much for Bish. He followed me over the edge, his lips hot and demanding on mine as his cock throbbed inside me, his hips grinding against my clit.

Kace didn’t stop moving his finger until the last aftershocks of the orgasm quaked through me, and I realized as he finally withdrew it that he had made it in past the second knuckle. That he’d been deeper inside me than I realized.

I groaned at the loss of him, and a moment later, I lost Bishop too as he pulled out of me. He kissed me one more time, his entire body relaxing under my touch, and lifted one hand out of the water to stroke my damp hair back from my face. His expression was peaceful, almost worshipful as he gazed at me with deep hazel eyes that seemed to glitter in the reflected light of the pool.

“Do you want more? Can you take all of us?”

I nodded, my heart hammering against my chest as excitement and need filled me. A smile quirked Bishop’s lips, and he lifted me easily in the water, tugging me away from his body before turning me to face Misael. The boy with caramel skin welcomed me into his arms eagerly, and as my legs moved around him, I reached between us to wrap my fingers around his shaft.

He was thick and hard, and I could feel each ridge and vein under my fingertips as I stroked him. Then I stole a move I’d learned from Kace, brushing the tip of Misael’s cock against my clit, using the broad, smooth head to tease us both.

“Oh shit, Cora.”

His lips curled back in a grimace, his breath picking up as his hips jerked into my touch, just barely breaching my entrance.

And just like that, I was done teasing. I released my grip on him and tightened my legs, forcing myself closer to him and impaling myself on his length, and he groaned as he slid out and thrust in again.

I held onto him, resting my elbows on his shoulders and threading my hands through his hair. Then I looked back over my shoulder at Kace, biting my lip as my eyes urged him on with a silent invitation.

“Fuck yes, Princess,” he growled, stepping up behind me again as his finger found my ass for the second time. This time, he worked his way in faster and matched his rhythm to Misael’s, fucking me just like the boy in front of me was.

I’d never known this could be so good. I’d never known I would like it.

But I did.