Page 8 of Twisted Elites

I pulled my unbuttoned shirt off my shoulders and reached for the bulge in Sebastian’s boxer briefs. He drew in a sharp breath between his teeth and grabbed my wrist.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I want to take care of you first,” he murmured.

“Sounds like a splendid plan.” Leopold pulled me off the bed, wrapped his hands around my back, and unbuttoned my skirt. When it pooled around my ankles, and I stood in my bra and panties, he unhooked my bra and pulled the straps off my shoulders.

His eyes lingered on my breasts. “Every revelation of these girls is a wonder.”

My lips curled into a smile. At least he wasn’t calling them Daphne and Velma.

Sebastian wrapped his arms around me from behind and rubbed slow circles on my belly. His erection pressed against my ass. “I could lose myself in you.”

I would have asked what he meant, but Sebastian cupped my jaw and turned my head to the side. His lips descended onto mine in the softest of kisses, half-apology, half-appreciation, and all reverence.

“Thank you for sticking with us through everything that’s happened,” he murmured into the kiss. “I know things have been difficult—”

“Sssh.” I placed a finger on his lips. “Whoever is trying to sabotage our happiness is deluded. They’re never going to win.”

Leopold stepped in front of me and gathered my exposed breasts between his hands. Both thumbs stroked across my nipples, making heat coil between my thighs. A whimper reverberated in the back of my throat, and I leaned back into Sebastian’s broad, muscular chest.

A hot mouth engulfed my nipple, making my knees buckle. Sebastian held me up, and Leopold’s fingers rolled my right nipple, while his skillful tongue flicked and swirled around my left.

Sebastian’s erection ground into my ass, making the muscles of my core clench with need. Each brush of that large hand over the swell of my belly made heat and moisture gather in my folds.

My head spun, and my whimpers turned to full-blown, throaty moans. If they continued like this, arousing me to distraction, to the point where I could barely stand, let alone utter my own name, I would melt into a puddle of goo.

“P-please,” I said between panting breaths. “I need…”

“What do you need?” Sebastian whispered into my ear.

“Do you have condoms?”

Leopold’s mouth around my nipple stilled, and his other hand left my breast.

Sebastian drew back, taking away his warmth. “I want your first time to be a happier occasion.”

Heat burned in my cheeks. I’d never asked a man for sex, and even though his reasons for turning me down were valid, it still felt awkward.

“He’s right.” Leopold straightened and placed both hands on my shoulders, his fingers kneading my tense muscles. “But I can give you the next best thing.”

He settled me onto the bed, and Sebastian climbed on my other side. He cupped the side of my face with his large hands. “When we finally make love, it’s going to take place because we both want it. Not as a distraction from a shitty situation.”

Leopold scooted up to my side and nibbled at my throat. His cotton-clad erection pressed against my hip. I bit down hard on my lip and moaned.

Sebastian’s kisses turned from soft to demanding. I parted my thighs and pulled him between my spread legs. Even if he wasn’t going to take my virginity tonight, he might as well rub against it.

A deep moan reverberated against his chest, and his erection settled atop my sex, making my nipples tighten. I wrapped one arm around his neck, and with the other, I reached for the waistband of Leopold’s boxers.

He shuffled out of his underwear, and his hot, thick erection sprang into my hand. The same beautiful, hard dick I had worshipped with my mouth before Prakash had made that scared, urgent call.

And now he was sitting alone in a dank police cell, pining for freedom.

I shook off those thoughts and bucked my hips. Sebastian growled into our kiss and bucked back. The friction against my throbbing clit drew away all maudlin thoughts, and soon, I lost myself to the kings’ kisses.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Leopold snarled, his hips pumping against my fist and making his hot, pulsing length slide along my palm and curled fingers. “Squeeze me hard, make me shatter in your hand.”

I arched my neck, and his nibbling turned to wet, open-mouthed kisses. The head of his penis rubbed against my thigh with each thrust, but I could barely concentrate with Sebastian’s rhythmic thrusting against my aching core, against my needy clit, driving me further and further toward a precipice.