Page 8 of Twisted Fate

I hesitated before moving towards Jensen and Lukas, tugging my shirt over my head and kicking my soaked panties off as I went.

Lukas’s skin shivered as I ran my hands up the back of his shirt, placing kisses up his toned back as I pulled his shirt off him in silence.

I’d been sleeping with all five guys over the past few weeks, and the pattern always stayed the same.

Jensen and Lukas, or Caden and Tyler.

They all got private time with me too, but I didn’t argue when it usually ended up with someone else joining in.

No one had been game enough to join Skeeter and I though, not that I blamed them.

Lukas pulled me in front of him, pressing my back against his chest and kissing down my neck with a groan.

“You liked Caden getting you off while you watched Jense and I?”

“God yes,” I moaned.

I literally moaned.

I was turning into a fucking tramp.

“Good. Get Jensen’s dick out,” he demanded roughly in my ear, Jensen’s eyes blazing with need as I unzipped his pants and tugged them down, along with his boxers.

“Now, take his shirt off,” Lukas continued, waiting for me to do as I was told and biting my shoulder blade firmly.

It had taken a good week of constant fucking to get him to let loose with me, and I loved how out of control I could make him now.

“Get on your knees for him like a good girl.”

Wow, someone’s confident.

I was surprised but did as he asked, grasping Jensen’s solid dick in my hand and running my tongue around the tip, teasing his piercing as his fingers threaded in my hair gently.

Bad Girlfriend by Theory of a Deadman blasted through the room as I moaned around him, making him thrust deeper down my throat.

I reached my hand up blindly as I sensed Lukas right behind me, grasping him firmly and hearing him groan as I stroked him.

I wasn’t surprised when Jensen suddenly yanked me to my feet, my back hitting Lukas’s chest as he crowded my space with a feral look in his eye.

He was the easiest one to rev up in the bedroom, and I loved that he wanted me all the time.

“Lukas, fuck her,” he ordered, turning my legs to jelly.

“Like this?” Lukas asked slyly, pushing inside my pussy from behind without argument.

Jensen nibbled down my neck, moving a hand between my legs to rub my clit as he let out a sharp breath.

“Just like that. You like that, baby?”

I nodded, closing my eyes and resting my forehead on his shoulder as Lukas put a hand on my waist and the other on my shoulder, pulling me back to meet his thrusts.

Fuck, yes.

They could be just as rough as the others when they wanted to, but Lukas kept thrusting into me at a steady pace, Jensen lazily kissing down my neck while rubbing me until I became a shaking mess in their arms.

Lukas dragged me towards my bed, sitting on the edge so I could straddle him, knowing I loved doing it like that with him.

I rotated my hips and gripped his shoulders, only slowing when Jensen moved up behind me.