Page 11 of Saints and Sinners

FIVE

Fynn

God, I can still rememberthe metallic taste of her blood in my mouth. My little nip to the Saint's ear wasn't supposed to draw blood, but it did, and now, I can't get the taste of it off my mind. I'm like a fucking vampire or something. Catalina Scott has had some kind of hold on the three of us Lords ever since we saw her peeking through the curtains of her Sorority house. Now, with the taste of her blood in my senses, it seems worse; I must have her soon.

I walk into the Frat house after meeting my father, listening to him bitch at me once again. I was already in need of a good stress reliever, so when I see that Jett already has one of the groupies on his lap in a reverse cowgirl, I know exactly what I need to do. Oakley is sitting in the armchair with my choice of smoke as he watches some shit show on the big screen.

I take the roach, pinching it between my two fingers, and take a few hits before handing it back, “I just ran into our favorite Little Saint. God, I can't wait to tap that shit!”

“Yeah, well, it will be a little longer, so find someone to occupy your time for now.” Oakley grins, “That's what Jett's doing.”

“Hey!”

The one that Jett has his cock balls deep inside takes offense, “Awe, what the fuck are you complaining about? You're getting what you want, aren't you?” I pull myself out of my jeans, and the bitch licks her lips, “See, I could just be coming back from fucking another slut, and you would still be jonesing for this cock.”

I take hold of each side of the little whore's head and direct her mouth onto my throbbing cock. I don't remember this one's name, and I'm not even sure if I've fucked her before, but she does a well enough job taking my girth deep. I tilt my head back and picture a blonde bombshell taking me instead of the bleach bottle blonde who is too willing to please any of the Sinners.

“What was our Lovely Lina doing when you ran into her?” Jett asks as he pounds into the slut from underneath.

Smirking, I say, “She was coming out of the library.”

“Oh, gorgeous and smart? Now I really can't wait to stick her with this mighty sword of mine.” My friend states with a wicked grin.

I pull out of the mouth I'm in and order her to open it nice and wide. I spit in it for the hell of it, showing her that we own her at the moment before thrusting back into it. I don't stop this time until I start to come, but I don't let her swallow it. I'm a bastard, so instead, I pull out and finish jacking off against her chest, painting her with my seed.

When I'm done, I step back and look at my handiwork, “Sluts don't deserve my cum,” I tell her as I tuck myself away and let Jett finish his fuck.

Ihead to the thirdfloor of the house where the three of us Lords share and go to my room. I throw myself on the bed and close my eyes. Now that I've fucked away my stress and had a few hits to clear my head, I can finally think about the chat that I had with my dad.

My father and Jett's father are on the board, whereas Oakley's father is the CEO. Hell, Catalina's father is the Provost, so I feel as though Little Saint is meant to be ours. That is for another discussion, though. I can't let her gorgeous blue eyes distract me from this.

I remember how my father looked at me when he said, “Watch your back, son. Someone is stirring some shit up, and until we figure out who it is, I want you and your friends to just watch your backs.”

Yeah, it's all cryptic and shit, but he refused to tell me more about it. I should probably talk to the guys, but right now, I'm too relaxed to do anything but lay here. Unfortunately, the banging on my door is not affording me that luxury now.

“It better be fucking good!” I call out, letting whoever is on the other side know they can enter at their own risk.

Oak and Jett come through the door and take up their usual spots on the couch and chair I have in my room. Fuck, they both look like they want to have a serious conversation about something, so I roll my eyes and then roll off my bed. I can't deal with serious shit unless I'm in the right headspace.

Going to my dresser, I pull out my stash and light up before returning to my bed. Neither friend say anything until I've taken at least two hits of the joint. Once I feel I'm good to go, I offer some to the others, but they decline the offer.

“We need to devise a plan to get Kitty Cat into our clutches.” Oakley starts the discussion.

I shrug, “It shouldn't be hard. Catalina is like every other bitch in heat here at Helshire; she wants in our pants.”

“Maybe, but I really don't think she's like the others,” Jett is the one to speak up this time, “She's got attitude, and she's got guts, that's for sure, and I don't think she will roll over and spread them like a good little slut.”

“You don't think she's a virgin, do you?” I quiver at the thought. I fucking hate virgins; they don't know how to please you, and then they get way too clingy for my liking. Like I owe them for opening their legs for me and letting me fuck them... it's bullshit.

“Oh, hell no!” Jett laughs, “I'm pretty sure she will be a pro at sucking cock, and I'll put money down that she's had plenty of dick.”

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