Luke trails his nose along my nape and his hand tugs my ponytail. “C’mon, princess,” he taunts. “You can do better than that.”
Luke massages my hip, inching my skirt higher. I gasp against Jack’s neck and as soon as I move my mouth, Luke stops lifting my skirt. I trail my tongue up Jack’s salty skin to his jawline and suck a little.
“Fuck,” Jack hisses out. His body is tense, but he keeps his hands to himself. Curious, I trail back down to the spot that lit me up when Eli sucked there. I nip Jack’s skin and lave the spot before latching on with my mouth. Sucking on his hot skin sends heat down to my center.
“Time. Good girl.” Luke pulls me back on his lap, and my eyes meet Jack’s. His are heated and his pupils are blown. Do I look just as aroused?
My breathing is ragged. Luke pinches my hip, making me cry out, and I spin to look at him. Asshole. Jack slips back to his chair and adjusts his hard-on, while Luke gives me a smirk.
“Spin the bottle,” he says.
If Luke’s inhale is anything to go by, I’m a little more careless when I spin the bottle. The others won’t let him take more. So if I make Luke a bit more uncomfortable, sucks to be him. I sit back in his lap and squirm to get comfortable.
“Princess, if you want to ride my cock, all you have to do is ask nicely.” His voice in my ear sends shivers cascading through me and pooling into liquid heat between my thighs. His desire for me is intoxicating.
“Keep dreaming, Death,” I whisper back.
The bottle stops, pointing at me. I lean back against Luke.
“Do I spin again?”
“Why, princess? It’s pointing at me.” Luke grabs my ponytail. “Turn around.”
“Tails,” Jack says. FML.
I swallow. Careful not to flash anyone my goodies, I stand and turn to face Luke. Though I don’t know why I bother with my skirt. If this game continues, I’m going to end up flashing them all. But somehow the skirt makes me feel safe. It’s an illusion, but fuck, I need it.
“Straddle me.”
Oh, shit. I’m not even sure he’s wearing boxers under those athletic pants. He gives me an impatient look.
Lowering down onto him, I bite back a moan as his cock presses against my pussy fully. With my legs spread around his hips, my pussy lips spread as well. His cock nestles against me in a way I’ve never felt before. I resist the urge to rub against him to see how it would feel.
The only thing keeping us from rubbing skin to skin are his silky athletic pants.
His eyes are definitely not as frigid as usual. The heat from them almost makes me combust.
Those eyes trail over me. I’m confident I’m leaving a wet spot on his pants. I can barely think with him pressed against me so intimately.
I release a breath, but then catch it as he leans into me and scrapes his teeth up my neck.
Holy fuck. A trail of fire burns in the wake of his touch.
He consumes my neck, kissing, sucking, biting, until I’m a hot mess on his lap. He’s found a spot that links directly to my pussy, making me rub against his hard length for friction.
“Time, Luke.” Eli’s voice is firm.
Luke pulls away and stares into my eyes, victorious. “Turn around and spin the bottle, princess.”
My breath is coming in pants, but I do as I’m told. Carefully, I stand and drop back down on his lap, feeling the wet spot on his cock from me.
“One more time, princess.” Luke’s voice sends a shiver down my spine.
When I spin and go to sit, he flips my skirt up in the back and drags my hips down, so my bare, wet pussy rests on his smooth, satin-covered dick. I’m beyond caring at this point. It feels good. Too good.
The bottle lands on Jack, and he holds out the coin. “Tails.”
“Fuck.” Caden tips his chair back, and I get a good look at the bulge in his pants. My breath catches as my thoughts stall on the image of him stroking his cock in my room. I lick my lips.
