Dirty Little Secrets (Kings of Bolten 1)

His heated stare met mine.

I went up on my tiptoes, wondering if he’d let me kiss him. When he didn’t pull away, I closed the distance and pressed my lips to his. He was resistant at first until I pressed my body against his hard torso. Then he came alive, his hands moving down to rest on my waist before moving to my ass and tugging me firmly against him. His hard length greeted me. I ran my hand down his chest to his crotch where I unbuttoned his pants and dipped my fingers beneath the cotton of his boxers before pushing them down his legs.

His dick wept with precum, making it easy for my hand to slide up and down it. He groaned softly as I stroked him, his tongue lashing against mine in a heated kiss. Another set of warm hands touched my body as Vincent moved behind us and cradled my breasts, his lips kissing along my shoulder.

My heart rate picked up at the reality of what I was doing. When Levin’s fingers sought my heat, I spread my legs to allow him entrance. He pushed a finger into my wet depths, earning a cry from me, which he quickly swallowed down.

Vincent raked his fingers through my hair, tugging me from Levin so he could kiss me. I turned my head, meeting his lips with mine. Levin’s finger was still buried to the knuckle inside me as he worked me at a slow, steady pace.

Vincent bit my bottom lip as he pushed a finger into me next to Levin’s, earning a heavy, whimpering pant from me at the fullness the two provided me.

They worked me over, both hitting all the spots that made me tremble. I reached behind me and stroked Vincent at the same pace I handled Levin’s thickness. Both made animalistic, hungry noises as my body began to quake with the impending orgasm they were wringing from me.

Vincent smashed me against Levin, pushing Levin against the wall for support. With my lips still on Vincent’s, I let out a cry as my release took hold before Levin maneuvered my mouth from Vincent and planted his own mouth on mine.

I whimpered through it. Neither of them slowed as I rode their hands with wild abandon. The two seemed to be fighting for control of me as they kept snagging my lips from the other.

“Will you kiss each other?” I breathed out, wondering how far they’d go.

Vincent chuckled softly against my lips. “Will that turn you on?”

“So much.” I looked to Levin. “Our secret, Boo Bear.”

Levin dragged his heated gaze from me and licked his lips as he looked at Vincent who leaned in. A moment later, they crushed their lips against one another, me moving off-center to make room for them. My pussy ached with need as I watched their tongues tangle.

Feeling brave and empowered, I directed the hand Vincent was using on me and had him stroke Levin’s cock with my wetness. Levin groaned i

nto Vincent’s mouth as Vincent jerked Levin’s thick length, not needing guidance from me.

Levin tore his lips from Vincent’s and kissed me again, Vincent still stroking him as Levin inserted a second digit into my heat to make up for Vincent’s absence. I reached down and wrapped my hand around Vincent’s, enjoying the way it felt to feel him pleasure Levin.

“Fuck, that feels good,” Levin growled as we stroked him. “You two are going to make me come if you don’t stop.”

Vincent’s lips met Levin’s once more, silencing him, before they were both kissing on me. It wasn’t long before their lips touched each other’s in rough kisses as they battled for mine. It was hard to tell whose lips were where. A cry left my mouth as a thick cock pressed against my entrance when Levin withdrew his fingers.

Vincent.

“Say yes,” he grunted, pulling back from our kissing party as he gripped my hips.

“Say no,” Levin said breathlessly.

“Do it. All of it. I want it,” was my answer.

“You were going to get it anyway,” Vincent growled, pushing me to my knees so Levin’s cock was in my face.

I wasted no time sucking his length into my mouth. He groaned out, his head thumped back against the wall as his hands cradled my head. He fucked my mouth slow and deep, taking my breath away as he pushed into my throat.

After a few moments, strong hands tugged me backward, my mouth popping off Levin’s dick. Vincent deposited me on the mattress, positioning me on my knees. Levin scrambled over, eager to continue what I’d started. Gently, he tipped my face up and eased his length back between my lips.

From behind me, Vincent slid his cock along my wet folds before pushing forward and breaching my entrance. I cried out against Levin’s cock, making him shove deeper into my mouth, stars dotting my darkening vision.

“Fuck, Levin, her pussy is so wet and tight. It’s almost painful to push into it,” Vincent called out breathlessly as he inched his way inside.

When he was fully seated, he gave my ass a smack which made my moan vibrate against Levin’s girth.

Levin responded by thrusting harder into my mouth, fucking it brutally like he’d done to me before. His hold on my head wasn’t gentle. I clawed at his thighs which only made him push deeper. When he let me breathe, a groan slipped from me, spurring Vincent to shove into my heat violently, the sounds of my sucking and our skin slapping echoing around us.

“Make Levin come, baby B,” Vincent breathed out as he continued to fuck me from behind. “Make him remember you.”