Reign (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #3)(11)
“What’s so funny?” Galen asks from behind me, his voice deep, and I turn to find him blinking his eyes and yawning.
“Your cousin is spread-eagled across the big bed, looking like all his wet dreams have come to life,” I joke as I slide back under the covers. I grab a bottle of water and the pill bottle, swallowing a couple before offering them to my bed buddy.
“He probably spent half the night imagining all the dirty shit he wants to do to you in that bed,” Galen says before knocking back his meds.
“Speaking of dirty shit.” I move my hand under the covers, placing it on top of his cock. He is hard beneath his boxers. “You want me to take care of that for you?”
“Aren’t you sore?” he asks, but he can’t disguise the hungry look in his eyes.
“Yep, but I can manage,” I reply, stroking him through his boxers. The honest truth is I need this with him, with all of them, to help me feel like myself. And we could all use the distraction. Sex is one of my go-to coping mechanisms, and a mild concussion and a few bruised ribs won’t stop me from getting my rocks off.
Galen’s eyes roll back in his head when my fingers slip under the band of his boxers, meeting his soft velvety flesh. I give him a few quick pumps before withdrawing my hand and pulling the covers aside along with his boxers. “I won’t be able to blow you because it hurts too much to bend over, but I can give you a hand job.” I’d love to ride him, but it’s out of the question because we’re both too injured, which fucking sucks.
“We can sixty-nine,” he suggests.
“Or I can take care of our girl while she takes care of you,” Saint says, drawing both our gazes to where he stands, buck-ass naked, in the doorway between the two bedrooms.
I look at Galen, and he nods. I smile at Saint. “Get your sexy butt over here.”
Saint saunters toward the bed, his erect cock jutting proudly from his hot body, licking his lips and devouring me with his eyes. “Lose the clothes, princess,” he demands, placing one knee on the bed and leaning down to kiss me. My mouth opens for him, welcoming his greedy tongue, and I whimper into his gorgeous mouth as he stokes my arousal to dizzy heights in no time. Desire pools low in my belly, and I groan when Saint nips at my lower lip as Galen runs his fingers up and down the exposed skin on my arm.
Saint helps to remove my top, flinging it on the floor as I lean down to kiss Galen, while his cousin drags my sleep shorts and panties down my legs. Galen ravishes my mouth, his urgent need for me matching the growing heat building between my legs. We settle our heads on pillows, angling our faces so we can kiss as my fingers wind around his wide girth and I begin stroking him again.
“That’s it, princess,” Saint purrs as he spreads my legs. “Pump his cock. Rub your thumb over the tip,” he commands, and I break away from Galen’s lips to watch my thumb dragging along the glistening precum resting on the crown of his cock.
“Fuck.” Galen drags out the word, softly jerking his hips up as my hand glides up and down his hard length.
Saint is sweeping his fingers up and down my legs, getting close to the apex of my thighs.
“Agh.” I cry out the second Saint’s fingers slide inside me and his hot tongue flattens against my clit.
“That feel good, angel?” Galen asks, tilting my face around to his as his fingers knead my breast.
“So damn good,” I rasp, crashing my mouth down on his as I kiss him with everything I’m feeling.
I quicken my pace, pumping Galen in long, fast, measured strokes until he’s moaning into my mouth, yanking fistfuls of my hair, rolling my nipples between his fingers, and bucking into my hand. “I’m going to come, angel. Don’t stop, babe. Keep going, just like that.”
Saint curls his fingers inside me, hitting just the right spot, and I cry out as I feel my climax building in intensity.
I rip my lips from Galen’s, working his shaft harder, and all three of us watch as his balls lift, and he blows his load, spraying ropes of salty cum across his toned abs and over the sheets, coating my fingers in the sticky substance. Galen flops back on the bed, grabbing my face and kissing the shit out of me, as Saint continues working me over from between my legs.
When I cry out into Galen’s mouth and my hips arch, almost lifting off the bed, Galen releases my lips, caressing my face as he urges me to come. “That’s it, angel. Come all over Saintly’s face.”
“Come for me, dirty girl,” Saint croons, his voice thick with lust. “Ride my face. Take what you need.”
I explode all over his face and his filthy mouth, screaming as the most intense orgasm lays claim to my body. My ribs are burning as I writhe on the bed, but I barely feel the pain over the waves of heavenly pleasure shooting through me.
“Damn, you are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Galen admits. “I can’t fuck you, but my cousin can.”
I open my eyes, staring at Galen as he stares at Saint.
“What do you say, princess?” Saint asks, climbing up the bed and biting my earlobe as his hands move to my bare chest. “You want me to fuck you, dirty girl?” He fondles my breasts while planting hot openmouthed kisses all over my neck.
“Hell, yeah.”
Needing no further encouragement, he carefully slides me down the bed until my legs dangle off the edge. He nudges my legs apart, lining his straining cock against my entrance.