Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

“We have plenty of time, baby B. We should make good use of it.”

“How?” I breathed out as he methodically unbuttoned my shirt.

It hadn’t slipped past me that Levin was still in the room. I chanced a peek at him as Vincent undid another button. Levin continued to lean against my dresser, his gaze locked on mine.

“However you want,” Vincent murmured, my shirt fully unbuttoned and my white bra on display. He traced his fingers along the edge of the lace cups, his touch barely brushing the sensitive skin of my breasts.

I bit my bottom lip, still staring at Levin. “Anything I want?”

“Mmhm.” Vincent kissed my neck again and cradled one of my breasts.

“I want to taste you,” I said, running my fingers through his hair. “Both of you.”

Vincent let out a soft chuckle. “You hear that, Seeley? Our sweet girl wants to taste us.”

Levin said nothing as he continued to stare at us. A muscle thrummed along his jaw, and his breathing grew deeper as he watched, still not moving an inch.

“I don’t think he wants to play with us. Maybe we’ll let him watch instead.” Vincent nudged my bra down and exposed my breast before he tweaked the nipple, making me tremble.

I closed my eyes, my breathing shaky as Vincent’s hand snaked beneath my skirt and skimmed against my underwear.

He chuckled softly as he pushed my panties aside and brushed against my heat. “Levin, she wants it,” he called out. “Don’t you want to make her scream with me? Might be your last chance.”

Last chance?

Levin still didn’t move.

“His loss.” Vincent slid his fingers through my folds and hit my clit, rubbing it gently.

A zing of pleasure coursed through my body at his tender touch, and I let out a sigh at the pressure he was building within me.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me,” he murmured breathlessly while he continued to rub me. He pushed a digit into my entrance as his mouth met mine.

Our tongues slid against one another’s, both of us hungry for what the other could provide.

I cracked my eyelids open to find Levin still watching, his lips parted. God, I wanted him to join us so much that I nearly went to him and got on my knees to beg.

Vincent dragged my panties off, letting them fall to the floor at his feet. Then he pushed my shirt from my shoulders where it joined the panties. My bra was peeled from me next, leaving me in nothing but my uniform skirt.

“I want you naked,” Vincent murmured against my lips.

I broke the next kiss off and stood in front of him. His dark eyes glimmered as he took me in, the massive bulge in his pants evidence of his arousal.

“Fuck, you look good, baby B.” He leaned back on his arms and watched as I unzipped my skirt and let it puddle at my feet.

My heart banged hard in my chest at being completely naked in front of the two of them, but I wanted this as much as my next breath.

“Your turn,” I said, chewing on my bottom lip.

Vincent smirked, taking off his pants and shirt, leaving him in nothing but his boxers and socks.

“All of it,” I said as I took in the outline of his cock through his boxers.

All my kings were packing some heavy heat. The thought sent shivers of anticipation up my spine at the prospect.

I took a moment to tear my gaze from Vincent and look at Levin. His eyes moved from Vincent to me. Feeling brave, I took a step toward him and then another, watching his reaction. He only stood there, staring at me, his lips still parted.

“Will you join us?” I asked when I reached him and rested my hand on his chest as I peered up at him.