Wild Girl: A High School Bully Romance (Slateview High Book 2)

by Eva Ashwood

  “Which is why—” Misael grinned, sitting forward on the couch a little as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a sizable baggie filled with chunks of dried green buds and several small, white pieces of paper. “Which is why we’re gonna have some fun. Everything’s been a damn mess lately. I say, fuck that.”

  I peered at the bag, my brows drawing together. I wasn’t so innocent that I couldn’t guess what it was, but I’d never seen marijuana up close before. “Is that… weed?”

  Kace snorted, a small smile playing over his lips. It made my heart jump in my chest, and I wished I could make him do it over and over again.

  “You never smoked a joint before, I bet. Huh, Princess?”

  I shook my head. “No. Can’t say there was ever an opportunity. I mean, I know some kids at my school did, but I was usually too busy with after school stuff or my parents’ cocktail parties to do any of that. Is it—I mean, is it safe?”

  I felt a bit silly asking the question, but I figured that by this point, the guys knew how un-worldly I was about some things. They wouldn’t mock me for asking.

  Misael chuckled as he skillfully arranged the little buds on the paper and rolled the joint.

  “Yeah. ’Course it’s safe, Coralee. We wouldn’t bring you anything that wasn’t, would we?”

  I eyed the joint as he carefully licked the paper, then glanced up to meet his gaze, feeling myself fall into the warm pools of his irises. They were a deep, rich brown, like melted chocolate, and they shone with such care and protectiveness that a smile rose to my lips before I could stop it.

  “No,” I murmured. “You wouldn’t.”

  There had been a time when all three of the boys, Bishop especially, had wanted to take out their anger at my father on me, had wanted to punish me for his sins. But things were so different now that it was hard to even remember those days. The Lost Boys were still controlling and dominant, still sometimes emotionally closed off. But I never questioned that they cared about me. And I never doubted that they’d take care of me.

  Kace pulled me onto his lap, bringing me closer to Misael, who sat on his other side. His voice rumbled in his chest, vibrating against my back as he spoke, his arms looped around my waist.

  “This’ll help you relax, Princess. You’ve been too tense lately.”

  I could’ve told him it took one to know one, but I was sure he already knew that. Instead, I leaned back against his chest, craning my neck a little to look up into his eyes.

  “You’ll smoke too?”

  “Yeah.” His hands slide down to rest on my hips, and for just a moment, the taut lines of his face softened. “Yeah, I will. We’ll show you how.”

  I relaxed against him as Bish moved closer on our right side, closing the gap that’d been left when I’d moved onto Kace’s lap. With the three of them surrounding me, their scents mingling in my nostrils and their warmth enveloping me, I honestly didn’t even think I needed the weed. I felt more relaxed than I had in days, content in their arms.

  But by now, I was curious. I hadn’t ever smoked before, and the Lost Boys had been my introduction to so many new things—I wanted them to be my firsts for this too.

  Misael dug a lighter out of his other pocket, igniting the tip of the joint while he took a deep inhale.

  They showed me how to do it, and although the initial drag burned down my throat, I got used to the feeling on my second and third tries. Soon, there was nothing but an easy, calm bliss that wove its way through my veins.

  I lay on my side across Kace and Bishop, my upper body in Kace’s lap and my hips resting on Bishop’s. Misael sat on the floor in front of us, leaned back with his head resting against my stomach.

  It felt perfect. Comfortable. Safe.

  It also reminded me vividly of the first time the guys had all touched me at once. We’d been on this very couch, and Kace and Bish had each kissed me, their hands running all over my body, while Misael had made me come on his tongue.

  Nothing in my life up to that point had ever felt so good. I hadn’t known my body would react like that to being touched by the three of them, but they had taken me apart at the seams and rebuilt me into something new.

  Something better.

  Something stronger.

  The memories flashing through my mind began to make heat build low in my belly, and I couldn’t help wriggling a little. The fingers of one hand made their way to Misael’s soft hair, running through the strands, while I ground my ass back against Bishop and shifted on Kace’s lap, trying to absorb more of his strength and heat.

  All three boys let out low sounds that walked the line between contentment and agony, and I bit my lip to hide my smile.

  I knew that feeling well.

  When I pressed my ass against the growing hardness in Bishop’s jeans again, his hand landed on my hip, squeezing the soft flesh in a tight grip.

  “You need something, Coralee?”

  His voice was teasing, with just an edge of darkness to it, a hint of desire.

  “Yeah.” I rolled over onto my back, still draped over his and Kace’s legs, my breath coming a little faster. All three boys were looking at me, their attention burning little trails across my skin, and my core clenched, my clit already aching for their touch.

  “What do you need?” Kace murmured roughly, tilting his head to look down at me.

  My gaze shifted from him to Misael to Bishop, and I didn’t even try to disguise the naked desire in my voice as I spoke.

  “You.”

  Eight

  It was the magic word.

  No sooner was the single syllable past my lips than all three boys moved, converging on me like they’d been starving, dying for a taste of me all day.

  Kace looped one arm under my upper back, lifting me like I weighed nothing and crashing his lips against mine in a brutal, hot kiss. Misael knelt on the floor by the couch, shoving up the fabric of my shirt to allow him access to the skin of my stomach. He nipped and licked and kissed his way across every inch he could reach while Bishop’s large hand moved between my legs with no preamble.

  Since Kace was only lifting my top half, my ass was still resting on Bish’s lap, giving him perfect access to what he wanted. His hand slid over the spot at the apex of my thighs, working my clit through the fabric with his palm, making me arch my back and gasp into Kace’s mouth.

  “Fuck, yes, Princess.”

  The words were muffled by our kiss as Kace’s other hand came around me too, holding me right where he wanted me as one hand moved upward to thread through my hair, fingers gripping the strands tightly.

  With their hands on me, my body partially suspended in space, and the weed still infusing my system, I felt completely weightless, like I was floating on air. My body relaxed completely, giving in to them and trusting them to hold on to me and keep me safe.

  I gasped breathlessly as Kace continued to devour my mouth, and the sounds mingled with the low noises each of the boys made as they felt my reaction to them. Misael shoved my shirt up even higher, latching onto my nipple through the fabric of my bra, and Bish ground the heel of his hand hard against my clit, making jolts of sensation burst through me.

  Fuck. I’m gonna come already.

  Ever since the first night Bishop had snuck into my room and ripped an orgasm out of my shocked body, these boys had possessed that kind of power over me. My body responded to them like it’d never responded to anything else, and when all three of them worked together, I was powerless to stop the sensations flooding through me.

  But I didn’t want to come yet.

  I was wearing way too many clothes for that. I wanted to feel one of them inside me when I came, wanted to feel my walls clamp down around him.

  “Clothes!” I gasped, tearing my mouth away from Kace’s. “Off!”

  They’d reduced me to single-word sentences. It was all my brain could handle.

  But it was enough.

  The three of them worked quickly, moving together to tug both m
y shirt and pants off. As soon as Kace unhooked my bra, I scrambled off the couch, ending up on my knees almost exactly where Misael had been. The boys before me tugged their shirts over their heads as Misael came up behind me, still on his knees, peppering kisses along the line of my shoulder.

  His hands snaked around to cup my breasts, and for a second, I let my whole body lean back against him, allowing him to support me as my head rested on his shoulder. Kace and Bishop watched with glittering eyes as their friend massaged my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples between his thumb and fingers.

  “God, you’re fuckin’ gorgeous.”

  Bishop’s eyes were dark with lust, but the smile that tilted his lips was almost sweet.

  I forced my body to move, leaning forward even as Misael kept his hands on me. Using one hand for each of the boys in front of me, I fiddled with the buttons on their pants until they popped up, then worked their zippers down at the same time. They both let out low noises, and when I tried to tug their jeans and boxer briefs down, they each moved quickly to help me, lifting their hips and shoving the fabric down their legs.

  My fingertips danced over their cocks at the same moment Misael’s hands left my breasts, skimming over my stomach to hook the sides of my panties.

  “Fair’s fair, right, Coralee?” he murmured into my ear. “You get them naked, I get you naked?”

  Fire licked along my skin, trailing down from the place where his nose brushed against the delicate curve of my ear, and I whimpered. “What about you?”

  “Way ahead of you, Princess.”

  He chuckled, then showed me exactly what he meant, moving even closer to me so that we were pressed flush together, letting me feel that while I’d been distracted, he’d already gotten rid of his clothes.

  His cock was hard against my ass, and when he pulled back a little, I leaned forward, presenting more of myself to him, silently begging him for more. My hands had faltered in my distraction, but the two boys in front of me didn’t seem to care. They were watching me and Misael with sinful interest, and when I licked both my palms and wrapped my hands around their shafts, they shifted their hips, thrusting up into my touch.

  I was kneeling on the floor in front of them, jerking both of them off, as Misael slowly fisted his own cock, sliding it between my legs, dragging it through my folds. He groaned.

  “You’re so fucking wet already. Is that for us, Princess?”

  My head bobbed in a desperate nod, and he pressed himself just inside my core, his hands moving up to massage the round cheeks of my ass.

  “Do you want me?” he murmured. “Are you ready for me?”

  I nodded again, drawing my bottom lip between my teeth as I worked Bishop and Kace in my hands, focusing on their pleasure to keep myself from flying off the cliff. The snake tattoo on Kace’s arm seemed to ripple and move as his muscles flexed, his hands bracing on the couch cushions as his abs contracted.

  “Fucking hell,” he grunted, and it was as if those words snapped the last thread of restraint any of us possessed.

  Misael slid into me in one long thrust, burying himself inside me as my walls stretched around him. I rocked forward on my knees but managed to keep my grip on the two boys before me, and I felt their cocks swell and twitch in my hand in response to the noises pouring from my mouth.

  I muttered half-formed words and guttural sounds as Misael began to thrust into me from behind, in and out and in again. My head dropped, my cheek resting against the couch cushion as my hands continued to work, gliding over velvet covered steel.

  “Do you like this, Coralee?” Bishop’s voice was soft and low, the tone a mixture of tenderness and dominance. “Does this turn you on?”

  My entire body was starting to shake, pleasure radiating from my core to fill every inch of me.

  “Yes,” I gasped, turning my head to bury my face in the couch cushions as sensation threatened to overwhelm me.

  Vaguely, I was aware of the fibers of the carpet digging into my knees, of Bishop’s hand resting on the back of my head, grabbing a loose fistful of my hair. But the only things I could focus on were the drive of Misael’s cock filling me up and the two boys in front of me, slick and hard in my grasp.

  And then, suddenly, I became aware of one more thing.

  Misael’s hand released my hip, sliding down over my stomach until his fingertips found my clit, drawing rough circles over the little bud. He thrust harder and faster, driving into me until my world exploded into a million shards of light.

  My body jerked and shuddered as pleasure tore through me, and I felt Misael thicken inside me as he bottomed out one last time. He kept working my clit, although he gentled his touch as my orgasm peaked, coaxing a few last tremors from my body.

  For a moment, we all went still. My fingers remained wrapped around the two boys in front of me, but I couldn’t even get my limbs to move. The only sound that filled the living room was ragged breathing.

  “Jesus fucking Christ.”

  Kace’s words came out on a choked sound that was almost a laugh, and when I finally lifted my head from the couch cushions and peered up at him through a curtain of blond hair, I saw him shaking his head in disbelief as he stared down at me.

  He reached out to brush my hair out of my face, the muscles in his neck standing out starkly as he swallowed.

  “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Coralee. You on your knees for us, Misael behind you. Fuck.”

  His cock pulsed in my grip, and he wrapped his hand around mine, his larger fingers dwarfing mine as he moved his fist up and down, using me to jerk himself off. His breath hitched, and I could tell he was close. He hadn’t been kidding. Watching me come like that, watching me now with Misael still buried inside me, was about to push him over the edge.

  But that wasn’t what I wanted.

  I rocked forward on my knees, sliding off Misael’s cock. His palm gave my ass a light squeeze as he pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades, and that simple, sweet gesture bolstered my confidence.

  Usually, when it came to sex with these three boys, I followed their lead—let them take control. But when I pulled my hand out from under Kace’s and crawled up onto his lap, he didn’t try to stop me.

  His face grew still, his moss-green eyes watching me carefully as I moved to straddle him.

  “You promised,” I murmured, dropping my head to brush my lips over his. I could feel wetness dripping down my thigh as I maneuvered myself into position, feeling the broad head of his cock nudge my entrance. “You promised one day you’d all stuff me full of your cum. You promised I’d feel all of you everywhere on my body the next day.” I nipped at his lips, just hard enough for him to feel the challenge in the gesture. “You promised.”

  Bishop let out a low noise, and I heard Misael groan behind me, but Kace was completely silent. The hand that’d been fisting his dick moved to my hip, his fingers digging in so hard I was sure I would feel it the next day. I kept my gaze on him, my chest rising and falling as I breathed deep.

  Then his grip tightened even more, and he brought me down hard on his cock.

  It walked the tightrope between pleasure and pain, the intrusion so sudden and deep that it felt like he might split me in two. My body was already worn out from Misael, but I was still wet, so wet, and so needy. A loud cry fell from my lips, but I didn’t let Kace stop. My hips rolled against his, trying to find a rhythm, to discover what felt good for both of us in this position.

  I had never had sex like this before, and I found that I liked it. I liked the feeling of power it gave me, how it allowed me to be the one in control of our movements. I liked seeing Kace, who was always so powerful and dominant, fall apart beneath me.

  Of course, I wasn’t in control for long.

  Kace’s features contorted with desire and determination, and his fingers dug into my hips again, holding me steady as he fucked me from below, thrusting up into me with hard strokes. My head tipped back, and all I could do was hold on as he used me
for his pleasure, grunting out my name as he came inside me.

  Still buried to the hilt, he wrapped his arms around me, dropping his head to lick and suck at my breasts, grazing his teeth over my nipples as if he’d never get enough of me. As if he wanted to eat me alive.

  My head was still tipped back, and one large palm came up to cradle it, tilting it so he could look me in the eyes.

  “Is that what you wanted, little Princess? To take my cum?”

  I nodded blearily, my body worn out and my brain fuzzy from an overdose of sensations.

  His cock twitched inside me, and it looked like he was considering going another round right fucking now. But instead, he sat up a little straighter to claim my lips in a possessive, greedy kiss.

  “You want more?” he muttered when we broke apart. “You want Bishop to fuck you too? You think your tight hole can take all our cum?”

  Heat bloomed in my belly at his words, an insatiable craving that I wasn’t sure I’d ever fully understand.

  I nodded slavishly, breathing hard. “Yes. I can take it. I want it.”

  The grin that spread across his face was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen. It was sin and salvation all wrapped into one, darkness and light and fierce pride.

  His hand moved around to grasp my face, his large fingers splaying over my jaw. “Good girl. So fucking good.”

  I grinned at him, then leaned forward to kiss him again, drawing his bottom lip between my teeth and biting hard enough to sting, just to make sure he knew I wasn’t that good.

  Misael and Bishop laughed, and the boy on the floor stood to help me to my feet as I slid off Kace’s cock and rose on shaky legs, cum slipping from my core as I did. He brushed my wild hair back from my face, and then we both turned to look at Bishop. He was gazing up at us, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock in a tight grip, as if making sure he lasted long enough for me.