Evil Boys: Chapter 35

Spluttering, I come up for air, wiping the water from my eyes. “Fuck! We fell in the fucking pool! All my clothes are wet!”

He’s laughing like he doesn’t give a shit. “Who cares?”

“I do! Look at me!” I show him my wet red dress and headband.

Goddammit, I did not want this today. I have studying to do.

He cups my face again, looking me dead in the eyes as he says, “I am.”

And I’m suddenly at a loss of words, feeling like I’m floating in space instead of a pool.

Why do those words feel like they have so much more weight behind them than there should be?

He corners me against the pool, placing both hands behind me on the edge, and leans in to press another kiss right below my ear. “We’re already wet now … would it matter if I made you a little wetter?”

Fuck. That made my pussy thump.

He leans up, forehead pressed against mine, as his eyes command me to look into his. Dark, beautiful haunted brown eyes stare back at me filled with complete and utter devotion that leaves me breathless.

“I’ll give you anything you want … Anything you ask for, I’ll do it for you,” he whispers, his fingers coiling through my hair again as he slowly lowers his lips. “All you have to do is ask.”

I shudder when a droplet of water from his lips lands on mine.

“Kiss me then.”

A deadly smirk forms on his lips before he tips up my face. When our lips collide, it’s impossible for me to ignore the thrumming of my heart. He explores my mouth like it’s the first time we ever kissed even though I burst into the Phantom Society building to demand each of their lips to know which one of them it was that was stalking me.

This time it isn’t just to learn the truth, and instead, I’m discovering a whole new side of me filled with longing for a guy who knows exactly what I need and doesn’t shy away from offering his soul on a fucking platter to me.

“We have to stop,” I mutter between kisses.

His lips unlatch, and he presses sultry kisses to my chin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. I almost melt into a puddle right then and there just from the softness of his lips as they caress my skin along my jawline. “Do we? Or are you just saying that because you don’t think you deserve my kisses?”

He presses more and more to my neck until I’m delirious with need, and his hands slide across my body underneath the water. Each brush as he skitters past my nipples is an even bigger turn-on.

Suddenly, he lifts me in his arms and sets me down on the edge, parting my legs.

“Your body deserves to be worshipped,” he murmurs, pushing my dress up with his lips until my panties are exposed, and even those he slips aside. “So let me worship this fucking pussy.”

And when his mouth lands on my pussy, I can’t say no anymore.

Milo

I kiss and suck with everything I have to give, applying ample pressure to her clit until she’s writhing with pleasure. Watching her from down below like this while she’s enjoying my tongue is a dream come true for me. If I could give this to her every day of the week, I would. She deserves nothing less than everything she wants, everything she ever needs, and then some.

God, she tastes so fucking good.

“My tongue is yours to use,” I murmur, lapping her up. “Yours to command.”

“Fuck, lick harder,” she moans, and I do exactly what she says, rubbing my whole mouth against her like I’m eating my last fucking meal.

In fact, I’d probably die happy if she’d drown me after.

Every second was worth it.

Groaning, I bury my face between her legs, licking and sucking like a madman. I grip her ass to pull her closer as her legs begin to quiver, so I steady her with my palms. Her fingers find their way to my hair, and she pushes me down even farther, making my dick throb.

Fuck, she’s so fucking hot when she lets me do this for her.

“Faster,” she moans. “Fuck, I hate that you make me want this so much.”

“Do you want me to apologize?” I mutter between licks.

“No, don’t stop,” she murmurs.

I smile. “Do you want to strangle me for making you enjoy my tongue?”

When she opens her eyes, I look up so she sees just how much I’m willing to give her. “Do it then. Punish me.”

Her legs immediately squeeze around my throat, but I don’t waver as I cover her slit with my mouth and suck.

“Goddammit, you filthy fucker,” she groans, gyrating her hips against my face. “Again, you roped me into this.”

“Fuck yes, give it to me,” I mutter as I suck on that little swollen clit.

She squeezes even harder until I can feel all the blood leaving my face, but still, I don’t relent. I knew she’d be a sucker for hurting me. That’s why I chose her, why I can’t stay away, why I need to submit to a woman like her. The way she enjoys dishing out the pain makes me want to give her my all.

“I’m gonna come,” she mewls. “Lick that pussy.”

“Oh yes, drown me with your wetness,” I groan, burying my tongue into her before I roll it around her clit.

Her fingers dig into my scalp, and I can feel her clit throb as a loud moan escapes her lips and a gush of wetness fills my mouth. I almost blow my load right then and there.

Suddenly, the doors in the back open, and she shoves me down so hard my face goes underwater.

I can hear someone talk, but I don’t know who, and I can’t fucking see shit as I thrash around in the water.

When she finally pulls me up again, I gulp in the breaths. “I didn’t mean actually drown.”

“Sorry!”

I smirk and press a kiss to her leg. “Not that I mind drowning for you.”

“You two fucking around in the pool?”

I look up to see Nathan leaning against the door with his arms crossed.

Oh boy. No wonder she panicked.

A lopsided grin forms on my face. “It’s not what it looks like.”

He slams the pool door shut and walks over to the water. “Your face between her pussy lips? Yeah, I’d say that’s exactly what it looks like.”

She scrambles away from me and gets up. “What are you doing here?”

“Checking up on you after that asshole over there failed to report back,” Nathan says, eyeing her up and down. “But it seems he’s got you covered.”

“Are you …?” She frowns and folds her arms, a mischievous look on her face. “You’re jealous.”

His eyes widen, and he homes in on me as I lift myself out of the water, and both of their eyes immediately swipe over my wet shirt clinging to my abs along with that hard-on poking right through my pants. She swallows when I grin at her.

“I’ll let you touch me any time you want.”

When I glance at Nathan, he adjusts his package and grinds his teeth.

“Both of you, actually,” I add with a wink.

She rushes out of the pool and pats down her wet clothes.

Nathan’s nostrils flare. Turning, he waltzes to the sauna in the back, opens the door, and points inside. “In. Both of you.”

She folds her arms right underneath those tits, and I can see her nipples protruding right through her dress, making me lick my lips. “Why would I?”

“Did you forget our agreement?” he retorts. “You do what I say.”

She clenches her teeth, and it takes her a moment to process, but then she still marches over to that sauna. Right before she enters, she looks at him and says, “You’re only doing this because you’re jealous.”

“I am not jealous,” he spits back. Suddenly, his fingers wrap around my throat, and he pulls me close. “I am upset you chose to do this without me.”

And he shoves us both in and closes the door behind him.

Lana

Wow. “So you are jealous,” I say, turning around to face him.

“Milo,” he says without even looking at him. “Block the door.”

I swallow away the lump in my throat as Nathan approaches, my wet clothes quickly warming up from the heat inside this small sauna.

“I asked Milo to check on you, see if you needed anything, and then I find you both here, soaking wet and with his tongue stuck in your pussy?”

“We fell into the fucking pool,” I retort, glancing at Milo over Nathan’s shoulder. “Thanks to him.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He grabs a strand of my hair, curling it between his fingers. “He gave you an orgasm, didn’t he? Was it good? Did it make you want more?”

I try to ignore the throbbing between my legs. “How did you even find me here?”

He tilts his head. “Your friends were very eager to please.”

My jaw drops. “You asked them?”

“No,” he says with a smug smile as he slowly begins to peel away each button of his shirt. “I don’t ask. They practically begged to tell me.”

I don’t even know how they knew we came in here.

Then again, I wouldn’t put it past nosy Brooke to take a sneak peek.

He pulls away his shirt, leaving me breathless and completely confused as to why I can’t look anywhere else but at those rock-hard abs and all the intricate tattoos like a Phantom logo that covers his very muscly chest.

Fuck. He’s ripped in all the right places, and that’s putting it lightly.

With each step Nathan takes toward me, I take one step back until I bump into the wooden seats. He clutches my arm to stop me from falling, his body mere inches away from mine. And I’m struck by how gorgeous he is up close, despite the bitterness in his eyes. It’s the kind of pain that’s all too familiar to me. Maybe that’s why I hated looking at it so damn much.

His hand comes up to my face, and he tips up my chin to make me look at him. “And I want to hear you beg too.”

His thumb grazes my lip, his gaze fluttering over my skin almost as if he’s memorizing each pore. As he towers over me, he slowly opens my mouth and dips his thumb inside, pushing my tongue down. He spits into my mouth, forcing me to taste him.

“Swallow.”

When I do, he moans, his finger still inside my mouth.

He pulls out and grips my hair, then slams his lips onto mine. His kiss is coarse, greedy, almost as though he’s pouring every ounce of his rage into this one kiss. And as our lips unlatch, it feels like the air is knocked from my lungs.

“Fuck,” he groans.

“Too late for you too?” Milo muses in the back.

“Shut up,” Nathan growls at him without taking his eyes off me.

His hand slides down my neck, slipping down my body, my tits, almost like he’s savoring every inch.

“I thought you hated me and my family,” I say, confused by the reckless kiss he just gave me.

“Your family, yes… but you … I’m fucking thirsty for you.”

He slides his hand down my body, his fingers dipping between my legs as he pushes the dress up, and I try not to feel affected, but goddamn, the way he touches me makes it so hard.

“Milo played with you,” he murmurs, sliding my panties aside. “Now it’s my turn.”