Kings of Linwood Academy - The Complete Box Set: A Dark High School Romance Series Callie Rose (i read a book TXT) 📖

When he pulls away, I’m breathing hard. I watch him crawl lower, peeling off my pajama bottoms and panties as he goes, and it’s like all the sexual tension that built up between us last night is pressing against my skin, demanding release.

He drops kisses all across my stomach, my hips, and my thighs, working his way closer to my pelvis at such a torturously slow pace that I think I might explode. When his tongue finally licks up my core and settles on my clit, I half sit up, grabbing two handfuls of his hair.

“Fuck. River!”

I’m not sure he caught the movement of my lips, but when he glances up at me, I’m sure it doesn’t matter. He gets the gist anyway.

His tongue is fucking amazing, and he reads my body like an open book, pushing hard until I’m almost at the edge and then backing off.

I’m beyond worrying about what this means anymore, giving myself a free pass for the moment from wondering if it’s a really stupid idea to get involved with multiple guys at once.

Because right now, it seems like the best damn idea I’ve ever had.

I come hard on River’s tongue, my back arching off the bed as my hips tilt and swirl, grinding against his face. Lincoln was inside me three times last night, and somehow, knowing that River is kissing the place where Linc and I were connected makes every bit of my orgasm more intense.

He slows the movements of his tongue but doesn’t stop until he feels my body relax completely, melting against the mattress in exhausted satisfaction. Then he crawls up and flops over onto the bed beside me, tugging me with him so my body drapes partway over his. I got his shirt off already, but he’s still wearing his shorts, and I can see the visible bulge of his cock straining against them.

I rise up on one elbow, lifting my head to gaze down at him as my hand slides over the washboard of his stomach to the waistband of his pants. He watches me, his gray eyes dark in the dim light, and when I lift and tug on the elastic, he helps me work them off.

Holy shit. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe it’s real.

His cock is hot and hard and heavy in my hand as I wrap my fingers around him.

God, I want him. I want to feel him inside me so badly. But I’m a little terrified of it too. Of what it would mean for me and Linc. For me and the twins.

For me and all four of them.

I’m not ready for that step, so I don’t take it. Instead, I move down his body, planting kisses on his chest and abdomen as I do, until I reach his dick. I lick the underside all the way up to the tip, and I hear him groan above me. When I wrap my lips around the velvety head, he makes another noise.

Shit. A girl could get used to this.

His hand finds my hair, wrapping the long, dark strands around his fist to keep them out of my way as my head bobs up and down.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters. “Fuck.”

His abs are contracting rhythmically as his hips rise up to meet my mouth. I’m not exactly the queen of blowjobs, but I like doing this to him. A lot. I try to figure out what turns him on the most, doing more of what draws the biggest responses out of him.

When I wrap my lips around just the tip and swirl my tongue over the smooth head of his dick, he makes an inarticulate noise in his throat. When I flick my tongue over the small slit at the end, his hips jerk. And when I use my hand and my mouth together, working his entire length, I feel him swell and thicken in my grasp.

“Oh shit, Low. I’m gonna… fuck!”

He sounds desperate.

Tortured almost.

Like he needs something so badly it’s almost killing him, but at the same time, he’s not ready for it.

I hollow my cheeks, picking up my pace as I drag the nails of my free hand down his side, over the firm muscles of his obliques. His whole body shudders beneath me, and he comes hard in my mouth. I swallow, doing my best to catch all of it, and when his body finally starts to relax, I release him from my mouth and glance up at him.

He’s gazing down the length of his body at me, his fingers still tangled in my hair. The look on his face makes arousal flare inside me all over again, and I crawl slowly back up the bed, letting my skin brush against his as I do.

The hand holding my hair releases it, and he palms the back of my head instead, bringing my lips to his. We’re both more relaxed, softer now, and I feel that in our kiss—a recognition that something fundamental has already changed between us.

It will never go back to the way it was.

But that’s okay. I don’t think I want it to.

When our kiss breaks, I roll off of him and drape myself against his body, pressing our naked skin together. I crane my neck to look up at his face, then murmur, “You’re not still gonna sleep on the couch, are you?”

“Fuck no.”

He smiles, kisses my nose, and then reaches down to pull the covers over us, as if to show me he has no intention of leaving. Then he wraps his arms around me, keeping me nestled against his side.

“I won’t tell Linc or the other guys what you told me, Low,” he whispers. “But you should tell them. They won’t freak out or get weird, I promise. I know it’s easier keeping it a secret… but having people you trust know your secrets and still see you for you? That’s even better.”

I nod, because he’s right. I have that with my mom