Page 80 of Twisted Elites

I turned back to Sebastian and pulled his green, striped tie out of its knot. By now, I’d become accustomed to undoing the buttons of the boys’ regulation school shirts with one hand, and it took no time to expose Sebastian’s gorgeous, muscular torso.

My hand slid over the smooth skin of his chest to the dip where his pectoral muscles met, and I felt his steady heartbeat resound against my palm. His harness pressed against the side of his thigh, and I reached between our bodies to feel his swollen flesh.

A low, approving purr rumbled in Sebastian’s throat. “Straddle me.”

I drew back and swung a leg around his hip, so I could sit astride him. My green skirt rode up as he pressed our torsos close, and my cotton-covered clit rubbed against the erection straining through his pants. His hands cupped my ass cheeks, and he claimed my lips again, this time exploring and delving through my entire mouth.

My temperature rose, sweat broke out across my brow, and wetness gathered in my folds. Light-headedness threatened to overtake my senses, and I broke the kiss. “P-please.”

“What do you need?” he said in a voice made of sex.

“Undress me.”

Leopold chuckled from his position by the wall. “You’d better do as the lady says.”

I turned around and gave him a cheeky smile. “Why don’t you give Seb a hand?”

“That’s your job, I believe,” he drawled.

As I chuckled at his pun, Sebastian pulled off my tie and squeezed my breasts. I ground myself against his erection, urging him to hurry. Pleasure swirled around my clit, building in intensity as Sebastian unbuttoned my shirt.

He pulled the garment—blazer and all—off my shoulders, and they fell to the floor with a satisfying thud.

Cool air swirled around my fevered skin, and I reached both hands behind my back and unhooked my bra. Sebastian’s eyes darkened as the garment fell from my shoulders, and his tongue darted out to lick his lips.

“I’m going to fuck you.” His eyes fixed on my nipples. “But first, I’ll suck your pretty breasts.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and captured my nipple in his hot mouth.

I drew in a sharp breath at the sudden onslaught of sensation and groaned as his tongue swirled and flicked and teased my flesh. My hands gripped his muscular shoulders, and I ground my throbbing nub harder against his thick length, making pleasure ripple through my core.

Sebastian worked my other breast with his fingers, which he tweaked and pulled until my panties were soaked. My core clenched around nothing, aching to be stretched, aching for him to fill me with his beautiful prick.

My clit felt like it was about to implode with the amount of exquisite sensations from Sebastian’s hardness and from the pleasure sparking down from the sweet torment he subjected to my nipples. I bit down hard on my bottom lip, stifling a moan. Pressure built low in my belly, making whimpers escape my throat. My toes curled. If he continued like that, I would come apart all over his pants.

Sebastian hooked his forearms under my thighs and lifted us off the sofa. I wrapped my legs around his shirtless waist and marveled at the way his muscles bunched and hardened under my body. His mouth devoured mine as he carried me across his room to the bed. After unbuttoning my skirt, he laid me down and straddled my hips.

I sank into the double mattress, feeling like a Princess. But instead of spending a night on a pile of mattresses alone, I would have two handsome princes to pleasure me as much as I wanted.

Sebastian gazed down at me, his eyes hungry. I lifted my hips off the bed and raised my brow with a smile I hoped would say, ‘are you going to take my panties off or what?’

With a grin, he stuck his hands down the waistband of my skirt and down the sides of my panties, pulled them both down, and threw them over his shoulder.

“You’re so bloody beautiful, don’t you think, Leo?”

“Exquisite,” said Leopold from where he stood at the foot of the bed.

I twisted around and gave him a quick smile. “Are you just going to watch?”

“For now.” He threw a condom at Sebastian, who caught it with one hand and put it aside.

Sebastian lowered himself atop me for a kiss so long and deep, it left me breathless and boneless. As he fumbled with his belt and fly, I ran my hands over his hard, sculpted biceps and kissed him like I was starving. Once Sebastian had kicked off the rest of his clothes, he settled between my hips. I reached between us and wrapped my hand around his hot length, enjoying the way he pulsed under my touch.

“Willow,” he said that like a warning.

I held the condom between my teeth, tore the foil wrapper, and slipped the latex over his erection. “Can’t wait.”

Shuddering, he unrolled the condom over the rest of his length. “You’re so perfect for me.”

“For us.” Leopold’s voice was breathy.