Page 83 of Kings & Chaos

Rock sat next to me on the bed with the top tier of my birthday cake in his hands. “No forks.”

“We don’t need fucking forks,” Oscar said, lowering himself to the bed.

He dug his fingers into the cake, pulling out a huge, messy chunk, and held it to my lips. “This is the only time in the world I’m going to tell you to bite, tiger.”

I laughed and took a bite. The cake was even better sitting on a sex-rumpled bed and surrounded by two hot, extremely naked guys, and I dug both my hands into it and offered a bite to each of them.

They took enthusiastic bites. “This really is good fucking cake,” Oscar said.

“Right?” Rock sounded pleased with himself and for a minute, we sat in companionable silence, ass-naked and eating cake.

It definitely hadn’t been on my bingo card for my birthday, but it should have been.

We’d finished with the first pieces when Rock dipped into the cake again. Except this time he didn’t try to feed it to me — he smeared it on my tit.

I gasped and my mouth hung open in shock. “What the fuck, Rock?!”

He grinned. “No forks, remember?”

He leaned forward and licked the cake from my skin, then sucked on my nipple to get the rest.

A lightning rod of desire shot through my body, and I grabbed another hunk of the cake and smeared it on his stomach, then put the rest on Oscar’s chest.

I leaned over to lick it from Oscar first, my hands traveling down to his still-hard cock. I stroked him a couple of times while I ran my tongue over his pecs, then turned onto my stomach to clean the cake from Rock’s abs.

His cock, hard and velvety, was inches from my face. It was too much of a turn-on to resist, and I took it in my mouth while I was there, the salty taste of his skin mingling deliciously with the residual cake in my mouth.

He groaned. “Cake and your mouth on my cock is too fucking much, kitten.”

I giggled as he flipped me on my back, then gasped again as Oscar smeared cake on my pussy.

I wasn’t laughing a second later when he lowered his face between my thighs, his tongue sliding between my folds before lapping at my clit.

I sighed and moved my hips, riding his face while Rock straddled my shoulders, his cock just above my lips, cake still smeared on his silky shaft. I took him in my mouth and moaned at the sensation overload of Oscar eating me out while Rock’s dick was in my mouth.

I hardly recognized the needy moaning and panting coming from my throat. I was already close to another orgasm, out of my mind with the need ratcheting up in my body.

Oscar lifted his head. “She’s going to come.”

“Not yet, kitten,” Rock said, pulling his dick from my mouth. “You’re going to ride me. And Oscar’s going to ride you.”

“On your knees,” Oscar ordered.

I scrambled to my knees in record time. Because I wasn’t an idiot.

Rock moved under me and grabbed on to my hips, positioning his cock under my cunt while Oscar got into place behind me.

Now that we were here, nervousness ticked my belly along with the promised orgasm.

“Is this going to hurt?” I asked.

Oscar ran his hand up the length of my back, sliding his fingers into my hair. “Look at me, Willa.”

I looked over my shoulder.

“We will never hurt you,” he said.

“Yeah,” Rock said under me, “unless you want a spanking or something.”

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