Page 25 of Noxious Boys (Groveton College)

Instead, Lynx's teeth plucking at my nipple, my mouth still fused with Rex's, Lynx lifts his lips to my ear, whispering, “You look like a fucking angel. So perfect for us, Treasure.”

Stars shoot across my closed eyelids with that. Lashes fluttering over my cheekbones as I scrunch my eyes, squeezing them tighter. My release fizzes through me, the tingling build up slow and steady, and then it takes hold. Firing through my limbslike an explosion of fireworks on New Year's Eve. It aches and it burns and my breath screams in my lungs as Rex continues to feast on my mouth. Lynx's canine snagging on my earlobe. The orgasm slows, teasingly lapping at me in heady waves threatening to drown, my body melts into the mattress, tension leaving my face, but King's voice lulls me back with his praise like a lighthouse across a stormy sea.

“That's it, Princess,” King rumbles in approval. Praise grunting from his lips with every smash and pound of his hips. “Fuck.”Thrust.“Such a.”Thrust.“Good.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Girl.”

I keen, my body rolling, Rex's lips pulling from mine, moving to suckle at my jaw instead. Allowing me the freedom to arch up, Lynx's finger on my clit almost painful as he continues to roll his digit over it, hand pressed between King and I. But it's the dip of King's head I'm desperate to meet, his teeth finding my mouth, tongue lapping at my parted lips and delving inside. He kisses me like he's trying to devour me, and I kiss him back with just as much vehemence.

Then, releasing my mouth, my upper body thudding back flat to the bed, he really lets go.

We fuck like we already know every inch of each other's bodies. Every dip and curve and nerve ending. Nothing to be left unexplored.

Six hands wander across my body, mapping my skin, my own spread out on either side of me, searching for the two cocks waiting patiently for my attention, whilst the third slams home like a punishment with each thrust.

My right hand finds Rex first. Straight, thick length pulsing in time with his heavy breaths as my fingers close around him. Warmed metal curls through his tip, both surprising and not. I've never felt a pierced dick before, but I shouldn't feel any shock that it's Rex that's pierced. He has a lot of piercings I'vealready noticed, including pierced nipples that I can feel now, brushing the side of my breast where he rolls into my side. Thrusting his cock into the palm of my hand with a low, dark chuckle.

Heat flushes my cheeks when my other hand finds Lynx. All smooth skin and thick veins lining the underside of his velvety, steel length. My fingers just manage to close all the way and he throbs as my fingers and thumb make tight, squeezing contact around him.

“Fuck, Kitten,” Rex chokes out, his humid breath rushing over my damp skin before he sinks his teeth into my collarbone, his hands curling over my skin like smoke.

I moan, arching with a squirm as Lynx bites into my opposite shoulder. Daggering his teeth in like sharp little pinpricks, pressure builds again, my eyes flicking wildly between the three men. King's eyes are so wide, so dark, swirling vortexes of thunderclouds in the blown pupils engulfing the grey.

Lynx grazes his teeth up my shoulder, biting my earlobe between his teeth, his hand still wedged between me and King, torturing my swollen clit.

“Come for us again, Treasure,” he breathes, hard, hot breaths against my throat as I work my hand up and down his length in a tight corkscrew.

Rex pulses in my hand, his own fingers closing over my fist and stilling the squeezing pulls of his length, “I'm gonna bust, Kitten, and I'd really like to be inside you when I do.”

A shout echoes through me as I come, teeth biting down into my bottom lip in an attempt to smother my heavy groan. But it's no use. King's fingers tighten over the curve of my hips and with one final, bruising smack of his hips into mine, a grunted groan falls from his lips, something similar echoing from my own as he comes. His hold on my hips sweeps gently down my outerthighs, my lower half lifted up from the mattress in his hold, legs curled limply around his back where he holds me tightly to him.

King dips down, keeping my legs wrapped around him with his hold on my thighs. His mouth finds mine in a sweaty, leisurely kiss. His tongue strokes across my lips, the top then the bottom, before he plunges inside, licking across my teeth, the roof of my mouth. We pant hard together, Lynx's hand crushed still between us, my aching clit pounding in time with the rapid crashing of my heart.

King kisses me like it means something. LikeImean something. The soft grazing of his fingers smoothing over my goosebump peppered skin, he sucks on my tongue, my lips, pecking at my mouth one final time before he lifts up onto his knees. Lowers my legs, and stares down at me like some sort of demonic looking god.

“Fuck, you're beautiful,” he praises, rolling his eyes down my sweat slicked body to where he's still buried deep inside me, before flicking those dark, steely eyes back onto mine. “You ready for more worshipping, Princess?” he asks me with a curling twist of his lips.

I swallow, my hands still on Lynx and Rex's cocks, each of them twitching with interest at the question. I glance at Rex, then at Lynx, the pair of them pushed up onto an elbow, cheeks propped on curled fists.

“Think you can take more, Treasure?”

I glance at Lynx, feeling King twitch inside of me, hardening again already. I twist my head, looking at Rex, a smirk on his thin, pink lips, right eyebrow lifted in soft challenge. I nod, slowly, his smirk curling into a decadent grin I want to lick right off of his face.

Turning my head, I look back at Lynx, a loose smile on his mouth.

“I can take more,” I whisper.

And just like that, I'm lifted in King's arms, my hands flying to his shoulders, clawing myself into his chest, as the two boys shift beneath me. King shuffles back, standing from the foot of the bed, clutching me tightly in his arms. Hands on my thighs, he lifts me off of him, his cock slipping free. He adjusts me higher, my core wetting his rippling abs as he tugs the condom free, flicking it into a waste paper bin off to the side.

“You ever been fucked in the ass before, Poppy?” King rasps into my ear, my body shuddering in his arms as he curls them tighter around my back.

I bury my face in his throat, shaking my head with hot cheeks and a shivery spine which he soothes with the soft sweep of his hand.

“They'll be gentle with you,” he whispers, kissing my temple, and just like that the tension of nerves dissolves with a single press of his lips.

Chapter 11

HENDRIX

King carefully places Poppy down on wobbly legs, her grip on his arms steadying her as he twists her in his hold, turning her back to face the bed with his arms crossed over her chest.

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