Page 31 of Cruel Games

All the resentment I held toward them, along with my plans of teaching them a lesson, swirled down a whirlwind caused by caressing hands, eager mouths, and hard cocks.

We continued kissing as we left the nu-jazz room. I couldn’t keep my hands off their gorgeous, sculpted bodies. Couldn’t stop tasting them. Not when we stood in line for the cloakroom, not on the way out of the club, and definitely not in the back of a stretch limousine.

The scent of leather and champagne engulfed my senses, and I sank into the plush seat, sandwiched between Orlando and Maxwell. While one plundered my mouth, the other eased the straps off my dress and sucked and teased my nipples.

Minutes passed, and I grabbed Orlando’s hand and placed it on my bare thigh. He slid it back to my waist, making me snarl. They had me right where they wanted me. Why weren’t they pushing for more?

“I’m so fucking turned on.” The words tumbled out of my mouth. “One of you had better let me ride your prick, right now.”

Orlando chuckled. “Eager, are we?”

I reached between his legs and squeezed the hard dick straining between his leather pants. “You’re not the only one.”

Orlando scooted to the side, where a bottle of champagne sat in a bucket of ice. “Let’s have a drink.”

Let’s have a fuck, I wanted to say, but good sense trickled through my thick head with the absence of his lips. Of course, they wouldn’t let me get off. They needed me in front of the cameras so they could get me expelled.

Maxwell flicked his tongue over one nipple while he rolled the other between his fingers. I slung a thigh over his leather-clad leg, seeing if he would take advantage, but he didn’t so much as touch my knee.

The pop of a cork filled the limo’s back seat, making me stiffen. Moments later, Orlando placed a glass under my lips. Bubbles rose and popped against my skin, releasing a floral scent.

“Drink?” he asked.

“Why not?” I took the glass.

Maxwell drew back, releasing my nipple with a pop. He accepted a glass from Orlando. “Don’t mind if I do.”

I took a long sip of the cold, fizzy liquid, remembering birthdays when the girls and I would sit in the back of limos drinking champagne as we lorded it over the residents of Richley.

Instead, here I was sandwiched between two of the most gorgeous assholes who were scheming to make me star in Templar Academy’s sex tape.

“Are you virgins?” I asked.

Maxwell spluttered. “What?”

“Most guys wouldn’t stop in the middle of getting off with a girl. Maybe you’ve got performance anxiety or brewers droop.”

“Does this feel droopy to you?” Maxwell grabbed my hand and placed it on his erection.

I slid my fingers up and down his length, making him throw his head back and shudder. “It feels very nice to me.” My fingers hovered over the zipper. “How about I take a closer look.”

“No!” said Orlando.

“What are you, his mum?” I snarled.

Maxwell scooted away. “Let’s pace ourselves.”

Orlando shoved the champagne glass under my nose. “Top-up?”

I narrowed my eyes, looking forward to screwing them over so hard, they would think twice the next time they tried to scam a girl.

As the limo sped down the highway, we continued sipping champagne and made small talk. The boys explained that they usually went to society events on their weekends off but were glad they had decided to try something edgier.

“Where’s Kendrick?” I asked.

“He’s not one for partying.” Maxwell smiled into his drink, his piercings glinting in the limo’s artificial lights.

I glanced from Orlando to Maxwell. “Personality-wise, you two are more like twins.”