Page 3

I groaned as Darren's mouth covered mine. My back pressed against the door of the guys' apartment as he fumbled with the knob. “I thought you said we were going home?” I panted as I felt my thighs squeeze together.

“We are home,” he shot back. “And I plan to use that fact to my advantage real fucking soon, Jamie.”

As soon as he got the door open, several surprised looks found us, but neither Darren nor I stopped to address them as he backed me towards his room. His bedroom door slammed behind us. As he pushed me up against it, I distinctly heard Taylor say, "Well, hell, next time, I'm going to get her."

My laughter was muffled under Darren's next kiss. He grabbed at my clothes—quickly divesting me of both my shirt and pants until I was in nothing but one of the many beautiful lacy underwear sets that Dex had taken to buying me.

"Fuck," he said, pulling back as his eyes ate me up. His gaze burned a hot trail down my body as his fingers touched the top edge of the lace panties. "I love Dex's presents."

"I don't think they're always for you," I replied with an amused grin.

His eyes met mine again, hazel clashing in swirls of brown and green. "Right now, they are," he said right before he fit his fingers beneath the fabric and tore the edge of my panties until they were barely hanging on by one leg loop. He reached for the other side and jerked it down until the fabric fluttered down my legs. I gaped down at the flimsy fabric now lying in a heap against the floor and around one ankle.

"Dare!" I hissed in shock. "Dex bought that! It was probably really expensive." If it came from Dex, it was almost always guaranteed to be expensive. The man didn’t know what a thrift shop or second hand store was. Okay, maybe he did know, but I doubt he’d ever been to one. He didn’t buy cheap panties from Walmart. How the hell had Dare ripped them like they’d been nothing but paper?

A sudden thought occurred to me, and I released a whimper. There was no telling what Dex would do to me when he found out that Darren had torn the beautiful baby blue thong. He’d never hurt me, but this would probably be nothing more than an excuse for a long night of edging in the near future.

I glared at Dare. Had he planned this? Before I could start thinking of ways to avoid what would most likely be the spanking of a lifetime or berating the current boyfriend in front of me, Darren lifted me up and tossed me—squealing and crying out—across the room until I landed on his mattress.

He was over me before I could blink, his fingers moving to my back as he unhooked my bra and jerked it down my arms. Flinging it to the side of the bed, Darren spread my legs and started kissing straight down my middle. I moaned as his mouth moved between my breasts and his fingers came up to join the party. My whole body tightened as his hands soothed my heaving breasts, the pads of his thumbs gently caressing the already hard points of my nipples. I gasped when he pinched one between his thumb and forefinger.

"Sweetheart." He sounded out of breath and I relished in my ability to make him lose his mind—it was a heady, powerful feeling. "I want you so much," he said harshly as his mouth paused just above my pussy.

Without thought, I spread my legs wider and he sunk down between them—his shoulders wedging deeper, pushing my thighs apart even more. "Then take me," I urged breathlessly. "I dare you.” I grinned.

He looked up at me as his fingers retreated from my tightly pebbled nipples. "I will, sweetheart. Don’t you fucking worry about that. I’m gonna make you lose your mind.”

Darren leaned up and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me forward as his mouth crashed down hard on mine, igniting a fever pitch in my blood that had me grasping for his shirt and tugging him closer. I moaned into his mouth, undulating my hips. I whimpered when he managed to tear his mouth from mine, but when I realized that he was heading south once more, I sighed in relief.

Darren's hands found my inner thighs, spreading them wider than before as his mouth found my clit, his tongue circling the little bud. Crying out, I clamped my thighs over his ears and squeezed as he sucked the bundle of nerves into his mouth and scraped his teeth ever so gently over it. Little stars burst behind my eyes as my hands sank into his hair, tugging and pulling—sometimes trying to pull him away when the sensations got to be too much, and sometimes to tug him closer when they weren't enough.

All the while, Darren talked to me. Dirty little words that only served to make me even hotter. "You like that, don’t you, sweetheart? God, you taste like fucking heaven. Do you like having my mouth on you? You like me feasting on this naughty, little pussy?”

I gasped and my hips pumped against him, wanting more. “Yes,” I pleaded. “Please, Dare…” I could feel it, taste it, just within my reach—the biggest star of all was about to burst. Then he took his mouth away and sat up. I cried out in half pain, half fury, sitting up and grabbing onto him. "No. No. No." I wasn’t done. I was almost there. Why the fuck was he stopping now?

Darren gave me a wickedly crooked grin. I couldn't stand it anymore, I reached for his shirt and started jerking it up. "Shirt." I kissed his pec when I revealed it. "Off." I kissed his other pec and then yanked the material away and threw it clear across the room. Darren’s pants and underwear followed soon after.

"Now," I said, grabbing onto his shoulders and locking my legs around his waist. "Give me an orgasm.” I ground my pussy against his crotch. “Hurry up.”

He laughed. "As my lady commands."

"She does. She does," I repeated, reaching down for his cock. Darren groaned when my hand clasped the hard length of him. Returning his earlier grin with one of my own, I pumped him a couple of times before bringing my hand up and licking a path straight down my palm before replacing it once more. He felt hot in my grip.

"Fuck!" I laughed this time as he cursed while I pumped him with my fist, my hand squeezing up gently over the head. The wetness of my palm smoothed over him and when I brought my thumb up to the little hole at the head of his cock, I circled it, smearing the drop of pre-cum that had risen there across his soft, vulnerable skin.

He felt like steel covered in velvet. I met his gaze and licked my lips as my pumps slowed down. Darren's eyes widened as I unlinked my legs from around his waist and moved back. I turned over, my knees sinking into the mattress as I bent down. Holding his cock straight up in one hand, I pushed a strand of my hair back and tucked it behind my ear as I leaned over his lap.

I blew gently across the head and smiled as he let loose another stream of curses that turned the air blue with their foulness. A laugh escaped me, but a moment later there was no more room to laugh. His hands cupped against the back of my skull as he pulled me closer. My lips parted and my tongue swirled around his head, licking up that drop of pre-cum I’d been playing with before.

"Sweetheart, if you're gonna blow me, then blow me—but fuck, you gotta do something. You're driving me craz—ahh, fuck."

I sucked his head into my mouth before he had even finished talking. Hollowing out my cheeks, I went to work. Dare's groan rumbled up through his chest, low and long. After several deep sucks, I released him and backed up. "Something like that?" I asked innocently, batting my eyelashes up at him.

Through clenched teeth, he replied, "Yeah, just like that." He directed my head right back to his cock.

I chuckled and took him back in my mouth, sliding my lips halfway down before retreating and repeating the process. Darren's cock was thick against my tongue. His width stretched my lips and blew out my cheeks. I placed my hands on his strong thighs and bobbed my head up and down, closing my eyes briefly as I focused on the task at hand. Under my fingers, I could feel the tension in his muscles and how he clenched as he grew closer and closer to orgasm. The strands of my hair fell around my shoulders but were soon gathered up and held away from my face.

My eyes turned up, following up Dare's hard, cut chest to find him focused completely on what I was doing. His eyes were heated, his lower lips pulled between his teeth as he worked at not groaning too loud. I couldn't have him holding back on me, so with an amused wink, I pushed my head down even further, swallowing his cock to the base. I felt him enter my throat and no matter how hard I tried to keep them away, he was so wide that there was no stopping the scrape of my teeth against the underside of his cock.

Dare threw his head back and released the loudest, most sexual groan I'd ever heard from him. Without warning, the hand in my hair turned hard. His fingers tightened and pulled at the strands, sending little pops of pain through my scalp. It hurt, but in only the best way. Still, that wasn't going to stop me.

I licked his shaft, up one side and then down the other—moaning so that the vibrations ricocheted through him. Every time I moaned, so did he. I brought one hand forward, holding the base of his cock, and pumped so that as my lips moved, and so, too, did my hand. After a while, the feel of Darren's thighs under my hands grew rock hard as he tightened.

"Fuck. Yeah. Oh damn, your mouth—fuck your mouth."

I pulled off, laughing. "That's what you're doing," I said cheekily.

Darren laughed, too, albeit a bit tensely. "I need you," he said, pushing me back. "If you're done fucking around with me, I think it's time for me to fuck you."

I thumped back onto the mattress on my back and half crawled, half scooted until I almost pressed into the headboard. Darren moved up my body, more animalistic than I'd ever seen him. He took one of my legs, stretched it out, and hooked it over his waist as he slowly shifted so that our pelvises aligned. A gasp left me as Darren took his cock in hand, directing it straight to my entrance. Then, with no more precursor, he slid right inside. Straight to the hilt. I moaned at the fullness, my muscles contracting around him, squeezing until we both groaned.

"God, I've missed this," Darren half whispered, half panted.

I laughed—if there was one thing I loved about the relationship with my guys, it was that they could make me laugh all while making me cream my now nonexistent panties. "We just had sex two days ago," I reminded him as he thrust forward, anchoring our hips together so that when we collided the base of his cock brushed against my clit. I gasped and wiggled.

"Two days," he panted, thrusting again, "too long."

I moaned when he hit a spot deep within that lit me up. Maybe it was just the ringing in my ears or the stars that were bursting behind my eyes, but I swore he growled when I arched my back. Whether he did or not, though, one thing was clear—Darren was losing his shit in the best way possible. He pumped into me harder than ever, his hands gripping my hips and using his hold to pull me onto his cock until the feel of him spearing through my pussy actually began to hurt. I didn't care. I literally could not have given a single shit at the pain because the pleasure that followed made everything better.

Dare's head tilted down as his eyes drifted to where our bodies met, his cock inside of my pussy. I followed his gaze, watching as he withdrew, his cock covered in a thin layer of our combined juices. A low moan rose out of my throat. I closed my eyes, relishing in the sensations—trembling with desire and need that demanded to be fulfilled. Everywhere Darren touched me, sparks shot off, lighting me up, pushing me that much further towards a crescendo I was more than ready for. Our hips collided almost violently, thrashing. My nails sank into his shoulders, scraping downward as my whole body shuddered with release. Darren growled low in his throat, stilling over me and pressing me back into the bed with what felt like all of his weight.

I gasped when, finally, he released a breath and then rolled to the side, moving me with him and tucking me into the crook of his arm. Panting and covered in sweat, I smiled as the extra tingles from our exertion continued to race through me. “Damn,” Darren said, panting.

My smile widened. “Damn is right.”

He nodded. “Sweetheart, I think you broke me," he confessed. “I can’t feel my legs.”

My chest shook with how hard I tried—and failed—to keep my laughter in. “Oh, don’t worry, you big baby,” I teased. “I’ll take care of you even if you can't walk. Want me to get up and get something to wipe you down with?"

Immediately, he rolled to cover me. “Nah, I got it.” He kissed me sweetly on the nose before sliding off the other side of the bed.

Darren grabbed a pair of boxers, put them on, and then left the room. I grinned with amusement as I heard Taylor whistle a catcall on the other side of the door. Grabbing a sheet, I sat up, holding it to my chest. Several minutes later, Darren reappeared with a wet washcloth. “Here you go, sweetheart.” He handed me the cloth and I quickly went about cleaning up before I grabbed one of his discarded t-shirts and slid it over my head. It fell down to my thighs.

“So, why’d you come to get me?” I asked.

“It’s date night—I know you were gonna study with us instead, but Dex wanted to watch that new psycho-flick and Cody ordered pizza; it’s out there now if you want some.”

“Oh, pizza!” I was out the door before he could say anything more.

“Looking hot, babycakes,” Taylor commented as I passed him on my way to the kitchen. “Wearing anything under that shirt?”

I reached the counter and stuck my tongue out at him. He turned abruptly and snatched me up against him, making me gasp. His mouth slammed over mine, tongue sinking deep. Groaning and closing my eyes at the onslaught of lust, I found my hands curling up around the back of his neck and holding on as he swept me up into a kiss that had more heat than a bonfire. When he finally released me, I was panting and trying to catch my breath.

“Darren warned you about that tongue of yours,” Taylor teased, turning and sauntering away as I slumped against the kitchen counter.

Cody's gaze found mine as he looked at me over the top of his laptop screen. "What about Maine?" he asked.

I rolled my eyes, moving on shaky legs to the half-open pizza box on the table. Grabbing a slice and slapping it on a porcelain plate to the side, I sat across from him and nibbled the end. "What's in Maine?"

"Snow," Dex answered before Cody could as he came down the hallway from presumably his own bedroom. "Lots and lots of fucking snow. It's a no from me." Dropping a kiss on the top of my head, he strode past and headed for the refrigerator, pulling a bottled water out and unscrewing the cap before propping himself against the sink. His throat worked as he swallowed.

"It doesn't snow all year long," Cody argued.

"What about Vegas?" I asked.

Dex shuddered. "No." No other explanation. Just a shudder and a 'no' that said he had a story behind that.

I tilted my head and looked at him. "Why not?"

"Bad idea."

"Why is it a bad idea?" Cody joined in. "Vegas is a new idea."

Dex grumbled something before shooting the back of Taylor's head a look as my other boyfriend settled into the couch comfortably, switching on a video game. "What about Taylor's home state?" he offered. "California is good this time of year. It's always warm there. No snow."

Taylor snapped his head around so fast, I wouldn't have been surprised if he suffered whiplash. "No!" he said, horrified.

I frowned. "What? Why not?" I demanded.

"My parents—no. Just … no. I want to avoid that as much as possible." His eyes were wide with concern as if he thought I was really considering it. California was an interesting idea, but I knew it was just a subject change for Dex—a way for him to avoid my questions. So, really it was just to fuck with Taylor now that I'd seen his reaction.

I laughed. "I think California is a good idea," I said. "Besides, I've already met your parents."

"That was on a video call!" Taylor called back.

“They liked me,” I reminded him.

"I'm not going!" he yelled. "They're just gonna ask embarrassing questions and demand to know why we're not spending all of our time with them."

Darren walked into the room leisurely—fully dressed once more. "Stop baiting him, sweetheart," he warned, touching a lock of my hair as he stopped to grab a slice of pizza. My eyes went to his ass. Goddamn, that ass. So muscular. So fine. So ... all mine .

"That's it!" Cody huffed in frustration, causing me to jerk my gaze back. Cody snatched a notebook and tore a sheet of paper from it, ripping it to strips. Grabbing a nearby pen, he scribbled something onto one and folded it before shoving strips at the rest of us—even going so far as to stand up and drop one in Taylor's lap where he sat on the couch. "Everyone write where they want to go for spring break. We'll put it in a bowl and pick at random."

"Oh, that's not a bad idea," I said. In fact, it was pretty ingenious. Cody shot me a relieved look as if he had been worried that no one would be willing to give it a go.

Dex shrugged, setting his water bottle on the counter before reaching for a pen. "Sure, why not?" he said.

"This seems fair," Darren agreed.

I thought hard and realized it didn't matter to me. Any vacation with my guys would satisfy me. That said, I wrote down the Carolina Mountains. I just pictured all five of us going horseback riding, the guys going fishing, campfires at night. Maybe renting a cabin in the woods where Dex would tie me up and spank me and Darren and Taylor would go down on me and I could suck—

"All done?" Cody asked, glancing from me to the paper I had clutched in my hand. I squirmed in my seat, surprisingly heated from my own thoughts, despite what I had just done with Darren. My eyes slid over to him and then Taylor and Dex. I nodded and folded my paper, handing it back to Cody.

Dex, Darren, and Taylor handed him theirs as well, and Cody placed everyone's slip of paper into a bowl he had pulled from one of the cabinets. "Alright," he announced. "No complaining if I select one that you don't want. We're doing this to be fair."

We all nodded. His hand reached in the bowl and without looking, he scrambled the notes before selecting one slip of paper. Cody's hand came up with the paper firmly in his grasp. Setting the bowl to the side, he unfolded the paper and read aloud.

“Caribbean?” Cody read. All heads turned to Dex, who didn’t look the least bit ruffled by the way we all zeroed in on him.

“My family has stock with a vacation cruise line. There’s a ship leaving from the coast the day spring break starts,” he said with a shrug. “I couldn’t think of anything else.”

“Dex,” I started, biting down on my lip. I worried it for a moment as he looked at me before releasing it. “That’s really great and all, but … I’m not sure we could all afford that.”

He shook his head and huffed out a breath. “My family owns stock with the company,” he repeated. “I can get a suite for the five of us for free.”

Darren’s eyes widened, as did mine. Cody looked like he was thinking it over. Taylor on the other hand…

“That sounds great!” He jumped up from his seat and fist pumped in the air. “We’re going on a motherfucking cruise!”

Dex smirked, eyeing me. “Bikinis are completely optional,” he said.

I tried to resist returning his smile, but I simply couldn’t. I shook my head, standing up and moving around the table, heading for him. He reached for me just as I stopped next to him, pulling me into his lap. “I promise, Baby,” he said against my lips as I leaned down and kissed him, “it’ll be fun.”

I reached up and tweaked a lock of his hair. “It better be,” I replied as I nipped his lower lip.

He growled, his hands clenching on my waist. “I have to go to a tutoring session,” he said lowly. “Don’t make me have to punish you when I get back.”

“Promises ... promises,” I taunted.

Dex captured my lips harshly, digging his way past my surface and stealing the very breath from my lungs. When he finally pulled away, I was dizzy from the lack of oxygen. I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. “I’ll keep all my promises to you,” he swore. “I’ll be back for the rest of date night.”

I sighed. Four hot guys. One cruise ship. A week to remember. I couldn’t fucking wait.