Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(27)

Prescott looked over my shoulder at Francis, who had paused by the stairs to eye both of us with a wary expression on his face.

“Well, if I was into dick, I would be distracted too.”

“What are you two staring at?” Francis asked, raising his eyebrow.

“You,” I said like it was obvious.

“Me?”

“Mmm, yeah, our girl is staring at your abs,” Prescott replied, waving at him.

Francis looked down at himself, then back up at me. Then a smirk appeared on his face.

“You can come touch them if you want.”

I looked up at Prescott, who was grinning.

“Go on, show me how much you appreciate Francis’ hard work in the gym.”

He released me, letting me make my way over to Francis whilst he followed behind. The moment I got close to him, I ran my fingers along Francis’ stomach, getting them covered in his sweat. I didn’t care. He was far too attractive for his own good. And besides, we both got rather sweaty together in the bedroom.

“Don’t stop there,” Prescott murmured in my ear. “Perhaps you want to get on your knees.”

I lowered myself to them on his order, sliding my fingers into the waistband of Francis’ shorts and tugging at them. Prescott put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me closer to his friend. I looked up at Francis, who was breathing harder now. Those grey eyes were full of desire.

“Make him hard for me, little lamb.”

I ran my hand along the slight bulge in his shorts, making Francis let out a harsh breath. His hand went to my hair, fingers digging into the strands and stroking my scalp. I kept stroking, feeling him stiffen under my caress.

“Good girl,” Prescott murmured from behind me as I continued to stroke Francis.

I didn’t look at him. My body heated. I enjoyed being watched as much as he enjoyed watching me, but I wanted to know what he saw one day. Maybe I’d ask him to take me somewhere we could watch together. Prescott was definitely the type of person who would be aware of such places.

My fingers went to the waistband of Francis’ shorts again. I tugged them down, along with his boxers, freeing his cock. My tongue flicked out, running up his hard shaft.

“Fuck, Scar,” he ground out, his fingers tightening around my head.

“Push him down on the stairs so you can straddle his lap, little lamb. I want to see him slide into your wet little pussy.”

Francis didn’t object when I directed him closer to the stairs and made him sit down a few steps up. Nor did he when I crawled into his lap. My dress slid up my thighs. Prescott came closer and leant down behind me, tugging it up further so it sat around my waist. He stayed there, staring down between me and Francis, waiting for me to carry out the second part of his instructions.

My hand wrapped around Francis’ dick, holding it so I could lower myself onto him. He let out a grunt. I moaned with the stretch.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Prescott whispered. “Ride him for me. Make him feel good.”

I did as he asked, moving my hips and up and down. Francis’ hands went to them, helping guide me. One of my hands went to Francis’ shoulder to hold myself steady, whilst I moved the other behind me, finding my way to Prescott’s dick and stroking it through his clothes. He growled in my ear.

“Naughty lamb.”

“Punish me then, wolf.”

He chuckled, and I felt him shift behind me.

“Oh, why would I do that when I can just get Drake to?”

My eyes went to the top of the stairs, finding Drake standing there watching us with a raised eyebrow.

“Is this what we’re doing now? Openly fucking anywhere in the house when we feel like it?” he asked a moment later, digging his hand into his pocket and leaning against the bannisters.

“You complaining?” Prescott asked as I continued to fuck Francis without missing a beat.

“No, by all means… continue.”

“Well, there’s one for the books. Drake not complaining about our sexual antics,” Francis said with a grin as he looked up at his best friend.

Drake watched for a moment, not saying a word in response to Francis. I continued to stroke Prescott’s dick, making him let out a harsh pant in my ear.

“Take her dress off.”

Prescott looked up at Drake again. Then his hands were tugging at my dress, pulling it up my body. I put my arms up to allow him to take it off and toss it on the bannister. He cupped my breasts, rolling the nipples with his thumbs before he licked my neck. I watched Drake’s expression. His indigo eyes darkened with lust.

Francis’ grip on my hips tightened, making me ride him harder. His eyes were fixed on Prescott’s hands on my breasts, like the sight of it mesmerised him. Being wanted by these men was a high I never thought I’d experience. Being back with them after my ordeal with Mason had me wanting to savour every moment. I needed to feel them this way. It helped calm the raging storm in my mind. The thoughts and worries I had about our next course of action.

Sex was my way of escaping for a while. And connecting with the people I loved. Because I loved all of them. I might not have said it to Drake or West yet, but I felt it. My heart belonged to them in the same way it did to Prescott and Francis.

Drake walked down the stairs until he was level with us. Then he sat on the step next to Francis and stroked his fingers down my arm. My hands were back on Francis’ shoulders to hold myself steady.