Page 16 of Chill

“Then that’s enough. If I’m going to stay, it has to be enough. You have to at least give me a chance totry.” I sound almost pleading, which irritates me since I want to sound like I’m the one in control right now.

“Do I?” A smile curves over his lips, lessening the gravity of the situation. Something in me relaxes, and I let out a soft sigh of relief that he isn’t angry. “Do Ihave to, Noa?”

“Yeah.” This time I’m the one to tangle my fingers in his shirt, and without letting myself second guess what I’m doing, I move us toward the bed at the back of the RV. “You have to. I won’talways play your victim, you know.” Even though it’s a lot of fun to be chased through the woods, pinned down, and fucked until I can’t walk.

Now that I think about it, having them fuck me until I can’t walk might end up on my bucket list.

I keep moving, until my knees hit the bed, my eyes holding his. Thunder rumbles, shaking the windows, and I take the moment to spin us around until it’s Kieran’s knees hitting the bed. He lets me shove him down, though he pulls me down on top of him. But he lets me push him down onto his back so I can straddle him and stare down into his gorgeous face and dark brown, nearly black gaze.

“Come on,” he encourages, his hands finding my hips. “Make me, Noa.” Rain starts to pelt the windows, and belatedly I notice Val has followed us back into the bedroom, though he moves to sit at the far end of the bed like he’s content to just watch.

Part of me wants to know if he’d be willing to help me, if he’d hold Kieran’s arms while I take my revenge for being called a brat and carried over his shoulder last night.

The other part of me really likes the feeling of his hands on my thighs and the strength in his grip. I lean over him, bracing myself on one hand while trailing my fingers down his jaw. Experimentally, I wrap my fingers around his throat, though when he raises a brow at me as if to question the motion, I wonder if tightening my grip would be a step too far.

But that’s okay. Because I like the feeling of him holding my throat a lot more than I want to cut off his airway. I just want to feel him under me, and I do when he swallows, his breaths coming in a deep, even rhythm.

“I’m not afraid of you. Not so much anymore.” I let my hand move to the hem of his shirt, and he sits up on his elbows to let me tug it off of him. “So you can’t scare me into submission.”

“Can’t I?” he asks with a chuckle, just as I shove him back down. “Are you really telling me I couldn’t have you shaking apart and begging me with tears running down your face if I tried? Are you telling me I couldn’t have you writhing and fighting me as I drag you through this campground by your hair?”

“Okay, but that’s not making me afraid. And if I was crying, it wouldn’t be because I was afraid you were going to kill me,” I point out dryly. My nails slide down his collarbone, skimming along the contours of his chest, before I press lightly against his sternum and prompt him to lean his head back.

“I could pretend,” he offers with a chuckle. “I always love it when you’re shaking apart with my cock in your pussy or your mouth.”

“You’re a jerk.” I reach up to comb my fingers through his hair and he leans into it, clearly enjoying the touch. I do it again, then I tangle my fingers deep, nails scraping against his scalp before leaning down to lick a line up his throat to his jaw.

I don’t expect hisshudder. Nor do I expect the way his breath hitches when I tentatively graze my teeth against his throat. Heat floods my body, going right to the space between my thighs where I’d really love for him to touch. But not yet. I don’t want to give up my control.

“A little bit lower,” Val comments from the other end of the bed. “You can make him whine for you if you’re lucky.”

“Shut up, Val—” Kieran’s words are cut off with a sharp gasp when I take Val’s advice, moving lower before digging my teeth in against the junction of his neck and shoulder. He arches up against me, his body finding mine where I’m still straddling his thighs, and his hand comes up to grip the back of my neck when I bite down harder.

To my surprise, and probably his, I don’t let go. A soft growl trickles from between my lips, and I tighten my hold on histhroat, then lave my tongue over the skin between my teeth and draw it into my mouth hard enough to leave a mark.

I don’t expect him to love it. But he surprises me when he starts to writhe and pant. Then, just as Val said, a soft noise leaves him that could charitably be called a whine and not just a needy moan. At least, I’m taking it for one.

“Take off your fucking pants, Noa,” he pants when I finally let go to look down at his face.

“Why? Can’t you be patient? What if I’m not done yet?” I ask, an arrogant grin on my face as I congratulate myself for turning him into the needy mess he’s quickly becoming.

But when he opens his eyes to glare at me, I realize maybe my arrogance has gone a step too far and he’s the sun that’s about to melt my wax wings.

Sure enough, his hands on my thighs tighten, and just as I start to mentally rename myselfIcarus, he flips us over until I’m the one underneath him on the bed. “You’re next,” he informs Val, glaring up at him. Not that the latter seems to really mind. He chuckles, flopping down onto his back with his eyes fixed on us. “So don’t get comfortable up there.”

“Oh, I’m going to get very comfortable,” Val disagrees. “Poor Noa, though. Did we get a little cocky?”

“Shut up,” I mumble, trying to get my feet under me to regain some kind of leverage to flip the tables on Kieran. But he’s way too strong, and he easily pins me with one hand on my throat, the other already ripping off my sweatpants. They’re easier than my leggings, given that they’re pretty loose, and within seconds he has me naked from the waist down and panting with a mixture of exertion and anticipation.

“You don’t get to keep this on today. I want to see all of you,” Kieran tells me, tugging my shirt and bra off over my arms. When I’m completely naked under him, he sits back, hands on my thighs to hold me in place. “Fuck, how I want to take my timewith you,” he sighs. “But we’re on a schedule. Still…” He grips my thighs more tightly and forces them wider. His gaze makes me squirm, and I jump when Val’s fingers card through my hair and he curls closer to me.

“You don’t mind, right?” he murmurs, glancing up at Kieran with a lazy look. “You don’t mind if I kiss her for a little while?”

“I suppose.” He leans over, reaching out to run his fingers through Val’s hair. Then he yanks him up off the bed, pulling a yelp from the man’s throat before Kieran slams their lips together in a harsh, punishing kiss.

God, it’s so hot watching them like this. It hits me that I’ve never really watched them do anything, and I find I want to change that as soon as possible, if it’s an option.

“What, uh, what are the chances I get to watch you fuck him?” I ask, my voice quiet. I’m almost afraid to interrupt them, though I see the edges of Kieran’s mouth curl up in a grin just before he shoves Val back down to the bed.

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