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

My pussy clenches around nothing, the fire inside me turning to an inferno as I shake my head.

“Do you want to?”

He pours the question into my ear, then pulls back to see my answer, to read the expression on my face as I process his words.

Holy fuck.

I don’t know if I can speak. I can barely coordinate the muscles needed to make my head nod.

Yes. I want to.

I’ve been wanting to, but something kept holding me back. I didn’t know what it was… but now I think maybe it was this.

Without even knowing it, I was waiting for this moment.

To share it with all of them.

Lincoln’s grin is ravenous and almost feral, and he kisses me so hard we bruise each other’s lips before he releases me.

When I look over, River is watching me with the same quiet intensity he always does. Like he’s so used to observing, to scrutinizing people closely to read their lips, that he sees and notices more than anyone else does. Like I couldn’t hide from him even if I wanted to.

But I don’t want to.

Lincoln helps me to my feet, and the tension in the room thickens again as I walk slowly toward River.

I’ve seen him naked before, touched his bare skin, but this moment still feels monumentally different somehow. As I approach, he scoots his chair back from the table, giving me room—as if his keen gaze has let him anticipate exactly what I’m going to do.

Acutely aware of three other sets of eyes watching us, I carefully straddle his lap, letting my knees come to rest on the chair on either side of him. These chairs are large and padded, fancy and comfortable like everything else in this house, and I’m grateful as fuck right now that he’s not sitting on a chintzy folding chair.

His cock is sandwiched between us, and my pelvis brushes against it as I press my body closer to his. He hasn’t stopped watching me, and although his hands settled on my hips when I crawled into his lap, he’s letting me dictate every bit of this.

When I dip my head and kiss him, he kisses me back, fingers digging harder into the flesh of my hips and ass. There are noises around us, low breaths and moans, and the sounds fill me up like fuel, urging me onward, telling me this is good.

Better than good.

Perfect.

Arousal has been building inside me since almost before we started the game, and now it infuses every cell of my body. My clit rubs against the base of his cock as I roll my hips against him, and I’m so close to coming it’s making my body shake.

But I don’t want to yet. Not until he’s inside me.

I draw back to look at him, just like Lincoln did with me. I need to see his face while I do this.

His gray-blue eyes have darkened like a late twilight sky, his lids half-closed as he stares at me, breathing hard.

“You sure?” he murmurs, and because my answer is only for him, I don’t even bother to speak aloud.

I just mouth the word, yes.

Something shifts in his expression, and he adjusts his grip on me, helping me rise onto my knees enough to line his cock up with my entrance. When I sink down onto him, five voices fill the room with satisfied groans.

His hands splay across my back, helping me move as I rock against him, sliding up and down his length. My body is so full of pleasure, so full of him, that I think it might burst, and I hold onto his shoulders, my movements speeding up a little as the noises around me increase in tempo too.

I can guess what those sounds are.

The other three boys are touching themselves. Jerking themselves off to the sight of me fucking their friend.

Maybe that ought to make me feel ashamed or embarrassed, and maybe it will later. But right now, it’s making my whole body hum like a live wire. I feel powerful, as if even though I’m not touching the other boys, I’m connected to them somehow through River.

And that thought is what pushes me over the edge.

“Fuck! Oh… fuck!”

The words fall from my lips, but I barely recognize my own voice. It’s desperate and strained, and even as I speak, my whole body tightens up as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had barrels through me like a hurricane.

I fight against the wracking pleasure, refusing to close my eyes and let it consume me. I don’t want it to be over. I don’t want it to end.

River’s hips thrust up against mine as my movements fall out of rhythm, and I glance over my shoulder, needing to see the others.

Dax’s lips are pressed together as his fist works his cock, his carved stomach muscles clenching and relaxing. Chase is breathing hard, almost grimacing as he fucks his hand in fast strokes. And when I turn my head the other way and meet Lincoln’s amber gaze, the connection between us flares like a bolt of lighting and he comes with a loud grunt, cum spilling over his hand and stomach.

I whimper breathlessly, wrapping my arms around River’s neck and holding on tight as the second wave of my orgasm hits me hard. I feel him pulse and swell inside me, and then he’s grinding his hips against mine as Dax and Chase each groan out their release.

The room goes quiet again, filled with just the sound of five people breathing.

I cling to River a little longer, burying my face in the crook of his neck as my muscles slowly unknot themselves.

It’s not shame or embarrassment that comes creeping in as my breath finally slows. It’s just the same sense of “what now” that I felt at the beginning, when we all sat naked around the table with possibility and desire hanging in the air.

I’ve never, ever done anything like this before, and I don’t quite know what happens next.

“Holy fuck.