Page 121 of Kings & Chaos

By the time we emerged into the clearing around the house, we were all soaked, thunder booming in the distance, lightning streaking across the sky.

We stumbled into the house laughing, but a second later, my teeth started chattering in spite of the heavy jacket Rock had picked up for me on his last trip to the mainland.

The only thing worse than being cold was being wet and cold.

Oscar took my hands and held them between his own, but it wasn’t much help. His skin was almost as cold as mine.

“You’re freezing,” he said. “We need to get you out of these clothes.”

I batted my eyelashes dramatically at him. “Why Oscar Drago, are you trying to get me naked?”

“Hell yes, he is,” Rock said. “And I’m more than happy to assist.”

I couldn’t follow Oscar up the stairs fast enough. I couldn’t get enough of them, and the feeling seemed to be mutual. It wouldn’t last forever, and I planned to take full advantage while I could.

Oscar’s room was the first one in the hall, and since we were all horny af, we spilled into it like we’d planned it when really, we just wanted to be naked together A-S-A-fucking-P.

We went to work on each other’s clothes in a jumble of movement. I worked on Rock’s shirt while Oscar yanked off my jacket and sweater, then tried to peel off my shirt.

He got it off and unclasped my bra, then reached around to grab my tits. His hands had warmed up while we’d been undressing, and I sighed as they warmed my skin, then slapped his hand away when I remembered that we weren’t naked yet.

“Naked,” I gasped as Rock bent to kiss me.

Rock’s tongue swept my mouth while he unsnapped my jeans. He worked the zipper, then slid his hands inside, his fingers brushing against my clit on the way to my wet pussy, and I moaned in his mouth.

“Greedy boys,” I said, pulling away while Oscar yanked down my jeans and underwear.

“You don’t know greedy until you see how I’m going to fuck you,” Oscar said behind me.

“Howwe’regoing to fuck her,” Rock said.

“Right,” Oscar said down by my feet. “In case there was any confusion, you’re getting fucked by both of us. Assuming you consent, of course.”

“Yeah, because consent is sexy af,” Rock said.

I reached into his open jeans and took his shaft in my hand. “I think I’m consenting.”

He groaned. “Whatever that is, keep doing it.”

I stroked him, running my thumb over the semen beading at his tip.

Oscar tapped my calf, and I lifted my feet one at a time so he could finish getting my jeans and underwear off.

“Socks on or off?”

I liked that he asked, because I was still cold, and as unsexy as it might be, I didn’t want to lose the socks. “On. Unless it’s a turnoff.”

He stood and grabbed my naked hips, turning me to face him. He took my face in his hands and looked down at me. “Nothing about you could ever be a turnoff. We want you to be comfortable.”

“Yeah,” Rock added, pressing his chest against my back and reaching around to cup my tits. “We want to make you feel good, and you can’t feel good if your feet are fucking freezing.”

“Exactly,” Oscar said. He ran his thumb over my lower lip and his tongue snaked out of his mouth, flashing his stud in the moment before he bent his head to kiss me.

I moaned as his mouth took possession of mine, the kiss searing as his tongue tangled with mine. Rock’s hands were working their own magic as he squeezed my nipples between two fingers, and a trail of fire ran through my body leading straight to my throbbing cunt.

I ran my hands over Oscar’s muscled chest and tugged on his nipple piercings, then felt a growl reverberate from his mouth into mine.

“Playing with fire, tiger,” he said, breaking the kiss.

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