Page 119 of Blood

“You’re the bigger idiot,” I retort as I pull myself even closer to him.

“You are,” he snaps.

“You definitely are.” My lips brush his, and sparks shoot off through my body like fireworks. My nipples pucker, and all the heat in my body rushes straight to my core. “But I suppose I can put up with you.”

“Hmmm.” He kisses me even harder, faster, his tongue tangling with my own.

A tight rubber band constricts around my chest, hell-bent on suffocating me.

Alex pushes me against the window and then spins me around. I instinctively place my hands on the glass as I take in Cal’s and Barret’s shocked expressions.

Alex’s piercing drags along my skin from behind as his hands snake around my body, tugging at my shirt and bra so my tits spring free. “How about we put on a show for your other mates?” he purrs against my ear, the vibrations of his voice rumbling through my entire body like a damn earthquake.

“God, yes,” I pant, pressing my ass against him. Alex chuckles huskily as reaches for my aching breasts and begins to twist my nipples in his fingers.

Cal and Barret watch with wide eyes and unhinged jaws, but then I see a decidedly mischievous expression splay across Cal’s face. He leans forward to whisper something into Barret’s ear, and the boogeyman’s eyes turn molten green with lust. He nods eagerly.

Cal reclines on the couch, his arms spread along the back, as Barret unzips the cupid’s pants and removes his hard, erect cock.

“Holy fuck,” I whimper as Alex tugs at my skirt and panties, pulling them down my legs.

I know that we’re still on campus, that anyone could walk by and see us, but that only amplifies my lust. Excitement burns in my veins, thrumming like an electrical current, and I know the only thing that will satiate the ache in me is Alex’s cock.

I hear him drop to his knees behind me, and a second later, his tongue enters my slick folds, performing tantalizing patterns that have me seeing stars.

Cal’s brows quirk in a challenge, and then he grabs the back of Barret’s head, his tan fingers fisting in my boogeyman’s green locks, and pushes him toward his awaiting cock.

Barret doesn’t need to be told twice as he takes Cal deep into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing.

Fuck.

A whimper escapes me, but that noise only seems to spur Alex into action. He tongue fucks me ruthlessly, savagely, possessively, each sweep a declaration. A stamp of ownership.

Cal’s eyes flutter shut as Barret takes him all the way into his mouth before releasing him with a pop. He then suckles each of Cal’s balls as he uses his large hand to stroke his length.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Alex sucks on my aching clit, and I soar over the edge, my palms slamming against the glass hard enough to jerk Barret’s attention off of Cal and onto me. His hooded green gaze locks on my bouncing tits, hunger distorting his features, before Cal once again grabs at his head and forces him back onto his cock.

“Alex, please. I need you,” I cry as one of Cal’s hands trails down Barret’s spine, stopping at the waistband of his shorts. With a sultry, almost impish, grin in my direction, he pushes down Barret’s shorts just enough to smooth his hand down Barret’s ass cheek. He slaps the skin there, and Barret jumps, though he doesn’t remove his lips from Cal’s cock.

My heart beats overwhelmingly against my rib cage as I watch the two of them, wondering what Cal will do next. That question is answered when Cal salaciously licks his pointer finger, swirling his tongue around the tip, before lowering it to Barret’s ass.

Alex starts to fuck me with his fingers, his mouth suctioned to my clit, and I know I’m nearing that edge yet again. My legs shake with the effort it takes for me to remain standing, and my lashes flutter shut—

But the second I would’ve fallen over completely, Alex stops his brutal ministrations. I feel his body drag along my spine as he straightens, and then the tip of his hard cock presses against my folds. His piercing drags deliciously over my most sensitive areas.

“Fuck, Alex,” I whimper, my pussy spasming around nothing.

His chest gives a rattling heave behind me as he kisses the shell of my ear. “Do you want this, Violet baby? Do you want me?”

This isn’t just about consent for him—though that’s definitely one of the reasons why he’s asking me. The vulnerability I detected previously makes an appearance, softening his voice, his raw beauty juxtaposed by his fragility.

“I want you, Alex. I want you so fucking badly.” I grind against his hard length, desperate to get some friction and ease this ache inside of me. “I love you.”

His lips press to the back of my head.

“Say it again,” he growls.

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