“You better explain things right now or the first phone call I make when I leave this room will be to Karma.” It will be anyway, because fuck him, I don’t lie to my best friend. I may omit the truth and skew situations, but that doesn’t mean I’m a liar. I don’t condone that shit and never will.
He gives me a look of guilt, which I don’t buy for a second. If he was guilty, he wouldn’t be up here shacking up with one of the queen bees. Stupid prick.
Poor Karma. It will devastate her when she finds out the guy she’s head over heels in love with is cheating on her.
“I suggest if you don’t want to see him put his tongue back where it belongs, you leave the same way you entered,” Gia snarls. “Three is a crowd, trash, and I don’t share.”
I take a menacing step toward her, fisting my hands by my sides. For a moment her eyes widen in fear. Good. She should be afraid of me, because she just rose to the top of my shit list. Out of all the queen bees, she was the one that bothered me the less. Now, since she’s wiggled her way into getting Davis, I will cut that bitch down to size.
“You’re one to talk. Unlike you, I don’t go after guys already in relationships.” I narrow my eyes on hers. “So, I’d say the only piece of trash in this room is you.”
She throws her head back and cackles. “That’s funny coming from you. You’re fucking four guys at once, slut.”
I think I spy a bit of envy in her voice. Well, if people weren’t so uptight about shit, they would have more fun. It may not be logical, or even sane, what I’m doing, but it’s my choice. It’s my life, and I will live it how I want to live it. If that means fucking four guys, then that’s exactly what I’m going to damn well do.
I’m tired of people, that are insignificant in my life, thinking they have some claim over me. They believe they can tell me what to do, where to go, and how to dress. I’m an eighteen-years-old adult. I can do whatever the hell I want. If I want to go to school naked and have Callum bend me over the handrail, then that’s what I will do. If I want Quinn and Ellis and Asher to eat my ass, lick my clit, and fuck my pussy, then so be it.
I may be a slut, to her and the other queen bees, but at least I’m not fake. I don’t pretend to be something I’m not. You either like me the way I am, or you can go on about your business. I’m not here to impress anyone, least of all someone like Gia Darling and the rest of the raging queen bees.
Before I can toss another retort her way, the door opens. I crane my head over my shoulder and see all the guys taking in the surrounding scene. All of them except Callum. Fucking figures. I wonder what his excuse is this time.
“Gia, we talked about this, didn’t we?” Ellis states in disappointment, stepping inside.
My eyes drift from him to her, and there’s no way I could ever miss the hunger shining through her eyes. She wants Ellis. She’d probably trip over herself just to get to him. Well, too bad for her, she’ll never get him again. And I may be a bitch for doing this, but I never claimed to be anything different.
“Ellis,” I say, smirking when Gia’s eyes shift to blazing balls of fury.
“Yes, baby?“ He smirks, already knowing my game.
I pucker my lips suggestively. “Kiss.“
Ellis struts his way toward me, fire and desire flashing in his cerulean gaze. His heat is the first to hit me like a branding iron, then comes his tantalizing scent. A flare of arousal blooms in my core, then becomes a raging inferno when he presses his lips to mine. His fingers sift into my hair as he deepens the connection, making a jolt of electricity shoot to my toes when his tongue tangles with mine.
My eyes stay glued on Gia’s the entire time, a flash of triumph glittering in my depths. By the time Ellis and I come up for air, she’s vibrating with pure malice. I know if she could kill me, I’d be dead. Same goes for her. Stupid bitch.
Ellis presses himself against my side, his hand wrapping around my hip possessively. Flashing a smirk her way, I wipe underneath my bottom lip with my middle finger. “Oh, I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
She releases a feminine growl in return but says nothing. I remove my eyes from her and glance back toward Davis. The longer he stands there next to his desk, the greener he looks.
Yeah, he’s probably freaking out about me telling Karma, which he should be. Because I’ll tell you something right fucking now, I will allow no one to hurt my best friend. She’s the kindest, nicest person I’ve ever met—if you’re not on her bad side—and I refuse for her to get played by some asshole.
His eyes meet mine. “You and Karma are finished.”
“Jess, please.” He takes a step toward me, but Asher steps in front of me to hold him off.
I shake my head. “She hates those bitches almost as much as I do, Davis. You fucked her last night—at least, I’m assuming that was her and not this bitch.
“You stupid cunt!” Gia growls.
Ignoring her, I continuing berating Davis. I thought he was a good person, but now, I can see he’s just like all the other social climbers—desperate to be seen and feared. “Karma will leave you in the dust. There is nothing you can say or do to get out of it.”
Without sparing him another glance, I leave his room without the thing I came for.
Son of a bitch. I needed that to calm my nerves down.
The guys and I make our way back down the hall toward my room, and a sigh falls from my lips as I push my way inside, already mouthing, “Where’s Callum?”
I’m met with silence. Of course, they don’t want to say anything. Not sure how many more excuses they can come up with before it starts getting old. So, I turn, glaring at all three of them.
“I will ask again. Where is Callum?”
They all look everywhere but at me, and that’s my last straw.
“Where the fuck is he?!” I yell.
Quinn sighs, resigned. “He’s with her.”
I’m going to fucking kill her, or him, I’m not sure which one at the moment.
When Quinn and I had this idea to play along with this charade of bullshit Callum’s mother had, I didn’t mean for him to drop all four of us completely. But he has. He’s been spending so much time with Alessandra that I can’t help the obscene amount of jealousy I have, even though I know he doesn’t want to be with her.
“This is bullshit.” I growl, walking further into the room. “I have something to unload on you all, and that prick can’t even show up.”
I shouldn’t have said the word ‘unload.’ Really, really shouldn’t have.
Within seconds, Ellis’ face transforms. A smug, satisfied smile drifts over his sculpted lips. He grows taller, if that’s even possible. The surrounding air seems to thicken with lust and desire. Light glimmers in his eyes, holding a tinge of dirtiness. It’s a promise for more. I fight a shudder of awareness as his gaze treks over me.
“I really want to unload something on you, babe.” His voice appears more of a growl than sultry, as if he’s at the end of his rope and he’s dying for a lung full of air.
Now is really not the time. I can’t allow them to distract me—oh, he looks fucking good; I think to myself as my eyes roam over his muscular frame. My mouth waters at the sight of the bulge pressing against the zipper of his jeans. My entire body buzzes in alertness.
“Ellis,” I say in warning, which only makes him grin wolfishly as he walks toward me.
“What, sweetheart?”
His voice is nothing but pure innocence, but I don’t buy that for a second. He’s a dirty man that wants to do filthy, naughty things to me.
“You can’t distract me.” At least, I hope not.
Damn. I should have really thought this out more beforehand.
Ellis sidles up next to me, his finger lightly trails from my wrist to elbow. I try my best to suppress the shudder that wants to set free but can’t. His finger continues to trail upwards as my body quivers from his proximity. My eyes flutter closed as he circles me, then comes to a stop just behind, grinding his hard, thick cock into my back
.
“Are you sure you’re not up for a little distraction?” he huskily whispers. “We can make you feel good.” He growls low in his throat, wrapping his arm around my stomach and pulls me against him tighter. “So. Fucking. Good.” He licks the shell of my ear.
When I don’t deny his closeness, I feel his hand fist my shirt in his hand, raising it higher and higher until he slowly pulls it over my head. Two sets of deep groans have my eyes snapping open, full of desire, as they pin Asher and Quinn to their spot.
My gaze drops to the thick, hard bulges. I swallow—hard—watching as they both rub their hands against themselves. My entire body buzzes and a sensual heat dances along my skin as they walk toward me.
Fingers trail over my skin.
Three sets of bodies press against mine.
A flurry of movement and strategic planning as they all come for me at once.
Ellis slides his fingers into my hair, tilting my head back. He lands open-mouth, teasingly soft kisses along the column of my throat. Quinn leans downs in front of me, pulling down the cups of my bra. He takes a taut nipple into his mouth, sucking hard as his hands rub and slide over my jean clad ass.
Asher pulls my face toward his, crushing his lips to mine, plunging his tongue into my cavern depths. Our tongue dance together in synchronization, dueling, fighting, and making love. His groans of pure euphoric bliss fill me to the brim.
A hand envelops the breast Quinn isn’t lapping, kneading the aching flesh and rolling my nipple between two fingers. A gasp rushes into Asher’s mouth, but he swallows the sound as his hold on me tightens. Arching my back, I press my breasts into Quinn’s mouth and whoever’s waiting hands, feeling a coil wind up inside my lower stomach.
“Do you want us, dirty girl?” Ellis whispers throatily, rubbing his erection against my ass.
I try to stop it, but I push back against him. Even more when I feel deft fingers swiftly undoing my jeans and pulling them along with my panties down to my ankles.
I writhe, feeling overwhelmed. “It’s too much,” I gasp.
My back bows; my arms wrap around Ellis neck for stability as Quinn pulls my leg over his shoulder and his mouth lands on my drenched pussy. A choked cry falls from my lips as his wraps around the bundle of nerves, sucking softly. A groan of starvation greets my ears moments before his tongue flutters against my slit in long, leisurely strokes. His hands wrap around my thigh with almost bruising force, then the other. He picks me up, leaving my upper body to Ellis and his strength as he feasts on my mound.
“Bed,” I gasp out, gyrating my pussy against Quinn’s hungry mouth. “Bed, bed, bed,” I whisper in plea.
Soon, my back hits the bed. The guys undress, their eyes never leaving mine as I lie there and watch with obvious fascination.
“Is that sweet little cunt wet for me, baby,” Ellis growls out, stroking himself from root to tip. My mouth waters at the sight, seeing his muscles shift easily under his tan skin. The veins in his forearm pop out as he tightens his hold, as if to stave off coming too soon.
His cock is perfect.
Perfect shape. Perfect length. Perfect thickness.
It ends with a dick that curves just so on the end, making it easier to hit that sensitive spot deep inside me.
I’m. Fucking. Ravenous.
“Come see for yourself,” I seduce, licking my bottom lip before I take it between my teeth.
He doesn’t need any further persuasion. He climbs onto the bed and settles between my spread thighs. His hungry gaze sweeps over my entire body, without warning, he grabs my thigh and his cock, positions himself at my entrance, and slams into me all the way to the hilt. A scream of pleasure rushes out of me. His muttered curses barely seep past the euphoria spreading throughout my body. His cock fills me to perfection, just like I knew it would.
“Mm, fucking squeeze that cock, sweetheart,” Ellis groans out, pumping his hips.
The bed dips under the weight of Asher and Quinn as they settle in next to me. Hands roam. Heated breath ghosts along my goosebump covered flesh. Then, mouths, tongues, and teeth roam over my heated body as Ellis continues to slide in and out of my wet pussy at a frantic pace. The sound of our hips slapping together in cadence to the drum, drum, drum of my heart are almost too much.
“Harder,” I gasp out, arching for them. “Please, go …” I claw at his arms. “Harder.”
He thrusts into me relentlessly, muttering dirty words that raise the heat of my blood. Sweat slides down his forehead and drips onto my naked chest. Spreading me further, I scream in pleasure when Asher’s fingers find my clit. Wave after wave of satisfaction flows through me. I’m moaning, writhing, urging them both faster as I feel that coil tighten further and further.
My face turns toward Quinn, and without muttering a word—just by simply looking into my lust-crazed eyes—he gets it. He knows exactly what I need. Getting onto his knees, he shuffles over to me. Being careful, he clutches the back of my head and presses his hard cock against the seam of my lips. I lap at him with my tongue, tasting the saltiness of his pre-cum. Opening for him, I damn near sigh in relief when he pushes his cock into my mouth. Softly thrusting at first, he allows me to get used to his girth before going faster and harder with his strokes until he’s bumping the back of my throat.
I breathe through my nose and relax for him, while mindlessly searching for Asher’s cock with my right hand. The moment I find it, Asher releases a string of curses at the same time Quinn pushes deep into my throat. I wrap my fingers around Asher’s cock, stroking him from root to tip. Hands paw at my chest, tweaking my nipples. Fingers flutter over my clit, driving me to the point of insanity.
“Goddamn,” Quinn grunts, fingers tightening in my hair. The painful pleasure causes me to clench around Ellis’ length, which forces him to take my hips in a death grip and pump into me faster, chasing his release.
Everything tightens. My hand on Asher’s cock. My mouth on Quinn’s dick, deep throating him as I hum and moan my way closer to the climax building inside me. My movements are jerky and uneven, but I can’t help it. Pleasure like I’ve never felt before is rising to the surface. It feels like a thousand pricks of electrical current zapping over the entirety of my body.
My mouth breaks away from Quinn’s cock as I whimper, “I’m—”
“Come, baby,” Ellis leans forward and sucks on my neck, then bites down on it roughly before whispering into my ear, “Come all over my fat cock.”
I let go, screaming my release. The walls of my pussy clench and release around Ellis’ cock. Within three more thrusts, Ellis stills above me, spilling his release as a growl rumbles in his chest. Quinn bellows his pleasure to the ceiling as hot cum splashes across my bottom lip and chest. And Asher’s hand tightens on my breast as he comes onto my breasts and stomach.
Gasping for air, my gaze lands on all three of them. In their own way, they’re perfect for me. Ellis with his fierce protectiveness. Quinn with his off-putting broodiness. Asher with his smiles, jokes, and his penchant for living life to the fullest. All three of them complete me in a way I didn’t know anyone ever could. But still, there’s a part of me missing. A part, right in the center of my heart, that refuses to beat in tangent with the rest.
I know that small part of me refuses to cooperate because we’re missing a piece of our group. A piece that’s just as important as each of us.
Disentangling ourselves isn’t as fun as it was to get in this position. Ellis slips out of me, groaning—or maybe whimpering?—at the loss of contact. I slowly slide to the side of the bed, smiling a sated grin, even as my heart breaks, as I get up and slowly make my way toward the bathroom. I scoot in and jump in the shower, quickly soaping myself up and getting clean. I watch as their release slides down my skin and into the drain, whimpering at the loss.
I get out, drying my hair and my body before making my way into my bedroom once more. I smile when I see all three of them still naked and still in my bed. They all shoot satisfied smiles in r
eturn toward me, which makes my cheeks heat under their watchful gaze.
“Come here,” Quinn mumbles from my bed, his voice low and taunting. It causes delicious shivers to dance along my spine.
Making my way over, I crawl into the middle of the fray and settle under the covers. No one says a word as Ellis takes my left and Quinn takes my right. It makes me think about where Asher will sleep, and when I realize he will probably take the foot of the bed, I can’t stop my frown from showing.
But his actions surprise me. Instead of slipping to the foot of the bed, he jerks back my duvet, making me gasp in delight. I watch, mesmerized, as he sensually slides himself between my thighs, then lies on his stomach, his chest lying over my well-used pussy. The only portion of him lying on me is his chest, arms and head.
His arms wrap around my mid-section, and his head lies flat against the soft portion of my stomach, just underneath my breasts, as he releases a sigh of contentment.
“Asher?”
My hips rise, a new bout of arousal sliding through me. Grinding my core against his face, I can’t help but smile when he smirks in return, never once opening his eyes. Moaning, I lick my lips, then swivel my hips once more. It causes him to wrap his arms around me more. His hold is a warning, but it’s one I’m not going to heed. I need him. And it’s his fault for being so goddamn sexy and lying between my legs like this.
“Haven’t you had your fill, sweetheart?” Ellis pouts, but I can tell he doesn’t really mean it.
“No,” I groan, wrapping my legs around Asher’s sides. “I need more.”
I look down, and seeing a heated intensity burning in Asher’s gaze. His face is a controlled mask of seduction and dominance, even with him being the one lying between my spread thighs. He grins at me, and I damn near melt when I feel, more than see, the bed dip as he starts grinding his cock against the surface.
He plants feathery light kisses along my stomach, teasing me, torturing me. My eyes roll back into my head when his tongue dips into my belly button, swirling, just before he nips my stomach with his teeth.
“Bad. Girl.” He growls.
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