The Risk (Kings of Linwood Academy 3)

River kneels in front of me, all three of us on our knees, and when I feel his cock against my stomach, something flares to life inside me.

Certainty.

Want.

Before I met these boys, I never knew I wanted this. That I needed it. That I craved it.

But I do.

“Fuck, Harlow. I’ve fucking missed you.”

Linc’s voice is a low growl in my ear, and I nod, draping myself against him as River drops his head to trail his lips across my neck and collarbone, over the swell of my breasts. My nipples peak, and Lincoln and I both watch River draw one pink bud into his mouth, watch him bite down gently, trapping the hard nub between his teeth as he laves it with his tongue.

Shit. Fuck. Shit.

My pussy throbs, and I start to breathe harder and faster, arching my back to give more of myself to the boy in front of me.

When he finally draws back, my skin is flushed with arousal, and cool air hits my wet nipple, making a shudder move through me.

Lincoln keeps one arm banded around my ribs as his other moves lower, sliding over the swell of my hip to find the spot at the apex of my thighs. He groans when he slips a finger inside me, teasing my entrance with his touch.

“Goddammit. You’re so fucking wet,” he whispers.

River must read his lips, because his gaze moves downward, tracking over my bare chest and stomach to where Linc is touching me. His gray eyes darken like a storm cloud about to unleash a torrent of rain.

“You’re so beautiful, Harlow. You’re perfect,” Linc mutters in my ear, and I can hear something in his voice that makes my heart tighten in my chest.

I don’t know quite what it is, but it sounds almost like… awe.

Like worship.

Like tenderness.

Like this means so much more to him than sex.

His finger slips out of me, his hand trailing back up my body as he kisses the side of my neck, and I don’t know where I find the fucking balls to be so bold, but I slide my own hand down to take the place of his, feeling what he just felt. The arousal these two boys have brought out in me.

River makes a choked noise when I slide two fingers into my pussy, and I watch him watch me, my breath coming faster as lust and excitement flood me. I’m not exactly shy about sex, but something about touching myself in front of the two of them feels so… intimate.

I slip my fingers deeper inside my channel, hooking them a little as I withdraw them, gathering the wetness that coats them. Then I reach out and wrap my slick hand around River’s cock, and both boys let out noises that I feel down to the very core of me.

“Jesus… Oh, shit.”

River bites his lip, his chest rising sharply with deep breaths.

I feel Linc fist his cock behind me, and then he finds my pussy and presses into me slowly. It’s not an angle I’m used to, but it feels amazing. I lean forward a little, giving him better access as he begins to thrust shallowly. Wrapping one arm around River’s neck, I kiss him as I stroke his dick with my other hand.

Lincoln holds onto my hips, keeping me steady as we move together, the three of us shifting and adjusting our rhythms to match each other.

The harder Lincoln fucks me, the harder I stroke River’s cock, and the harder River kisses me. We’re all spurring each other on, and I’m coming undone, floating away in a blissful haze of sensation.

I didn’t know.

Even when I craved it, I didn’t know it would be like this.

Like being enveloped, overtaken, losing myself in something bigger than just me.

“Fuck, Harlow. Fuck. Fuck.”