Page 23 of Noxious Boys (Groveton College)

My hips jerk, my body feeling too heavy, too hot, then lighter, warmer, a simmering bubble of something like happiness lapping at the surface of my skin. It's almost too much when the boys don't stop. Rex's tongue lazy now, leisurely lapping between my thighs. King's mouth suckling over my chest, slowly, carefully. And Lynx's kiss turns softer, no less hungry, but his pace is more controlled. All of them coming down slowly with me.

My eyes flutter open, heavy draping lashes shuttering me from the blue glow of the room. Lynx pulls back, pecking my swollen lips. It feels like they're done, over, and I feel a sudden wash of embarrassment start to flow over me. I'm completely naked, they're all still semi-dressed, and my mind begins conjuring those nasty, intrusive thoughts.

But then long, rough fingers grab hold of my arse cheeks, and Lynx and King are lifting my legs over Rex's shoulders, supporting my weight as he rises from his knees, threading his arms up my back.

Rex's face nuzzles into my pussy as he lifts me up, up,up.Biting at my folds, my hands flying to his head as he lifts me, my legs over his broad shoulders. Four extra hands supporting my back keep my upright, and I fist Rex's ashy light brown hair between my fingers, holding me to him as he walks us towards the bed, still feasting on me.

With a thud, my back hits silky soft sheets, Rex dropping me like a wrestling move to the mattress. He chuckles darkly as the air oomphs from my lungs, my body bouncing on the firm bed. I'm open to all of them. Sprawled wide and bared in the centre of the oversized sheets.

At the end of the bed, the three of them stand like worshipping gods, their attention so intent, my skin burns under their watchful gazes. They stare down at me like I'm their altar. Perhaps, a sacrifice laid bare before it. I swallow hard, head tilted up, neck straining, my gaze flickers between them. All hard packed muscles, beautifully painted ink, white, brown and tanned skin. All of it has saliva building on my tongue, beading at the corner of my mouth.

Breathily, uncertain, I lift my hand in their direction, limb shaking as a whimper claws its way off of my tongue. But they take it for what it is.

An invitation.

Chapter 10

POPPY

King moves first.

Kicking his joggers down his legs, peeling them from his thick thighs, toeing them off when they gather at his ankles. His knees hit the bed and I barely feel it move as he crawls towards me, boxers still tight on his hips.

Muscles taut, flexing and bunching beneath his beautifully warm, light brown skin, tight body cast in shadows beneath the fluorescent lime coloured lights around the ceiling. His knuckles sink into the sheets on either side of my waist, making the bed dip under his solid weight. Black braids with curled ends drop into his eyes, fists holding himself above me. King stares down at my exposed body like I'm something too precious to be devoured. But in this moment, those grey eyes coming to mine, dark and hungry. He looks like the type of man who isn't going to mind consuming all of my broken, jagged pieces.

“You gonna spread those creamy thighs for me, Princess?” King rasps thickly, the darkness and blue light swirling around like a cloud of safety.

My feet shift to sit flat against the sheets, knees bending up on either side of his hips, toes curling into the silky linen. King dips down to lick across my pout, my eyes closing, lips parting, Iarch into him, pushing up onto my elbows to seal my mouth to his.

Heat envelops me, rushing high to settle in my cheekbones, trickling like tropical rainwater down the length of my spine. King's hips press into mine, the hard grind of his erection startling against my soft, wet heat. He grunts, biting at my tongue as I lick into his mouth, my bare breasts rubbing with delicious friction against his sculpted pecs. His hips roll, the pulsing length of his hard cock grinding harder against my sex, a slow, steady pace that shoots stars beneath my closed lids, cold sweat rolling between my breasts.

“Wrap up, bro,” Rex calls, tossing a foil packet to the bed beside King's hand.

My eyes flare open, a frown scrunching my brow as King leans back, lips parting to let them know I'm covered and have a clear bill of health. But then I think about the last time I actually remembered to take my contraceptive pill amongst the other, more fun, ones, and I keep my mouth closed.

“Gotta keep our kitten safe,” Rex winks at me as Lynx sucks along the strong, square bone of his jaw, his hands pushing at the open waist of Rex's jeans.

“What'd I say about eyes on me when I'm touching you, Princess?” King grunts into the side of my throat, nipping at my skin.

He lifts up onto one fist, raising himself over me, his grey eyes flare black, stud through his right brow glinting under the blue glow of the room. He licks his lips, biting down on his bottom one, dragging it between his teeth.

My breath pants noisily through my teeth in anticipation, and I stretch up, circling my hands around the back of his neck, nails dragging over his hot skin.

“Take what you want, Princess,” he breathes the words, hot and humid breath slanted over my mouth, and my lips chase his, connecting with a clash.

“I want these off,” I speak through kisses, maddening and desperate, shoving at his boxers with my feet.

One fist holding him up, the other trails down the valley of my breasts, knuckles grazing over my sternum. He runs his hand down lower, thumb hooking into his waistband, the back of his hand resting over my pubic bone.

I shudder beneath him as he pushes them down, hardly shifting on the huge bed as he rolls them down his thighs, kicks them off. King's long, thick cock thuds heavily against me, wetting the skin of my hip with a smear of sticky precum. I glance down, wanting to see, but his dark chuckle snaps my eyes onto his just as he whips my elbows out from beneath me, sending me sprawling flat to the mattress with an oomph.

“You'll see what I want you to see,” King says, taking my lips with his in a sucking kiss. “When I want you to see it,” he breathes out teasingly, biting on my lower lip with sharp teeth, and a slick tongue.

“You said take what you want,” I whine, breathy and high pitched and foreign sounding to my own ears.

“Hmm,” King hums with a low rasping laugh, “You're right, I did.”

And then he pushes up onto his knees, his weight a presence I instantly miss, despite him never having rested on me fully. His cock stands proud, jutting out, dark thick inches with a gentle upwards curve in its long length. A dark blushed head, reddening the longer I stare at it, licking my lips as I watch a bead of clear fluid form on the slit of his crown.

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