Page 22 of Pretty Secrets

He bucks forward, slamming into my hand. I give it back to him, jerking him off harder as the girl sucks his tip.

Oliver’s breaths ratchet up. “Fuck yes. Please,” he begs, catching my gaze.

“Time!” Leo growls. Somehow, he removes the girl off his cock and flies toward the girl in front of Oliver, pushing her to her ass as rivulets of cum stream from Ollie’s tip, landing on the floor between the girl’s legs.

Oliver’s body trembles with his release, and he places his fist over mine, holding me there as he releases every last drop of cum from his dick.

Leo narrows his gaze at me. “That was cheating. Play by the rules.”

I pull my hand from Oliver’s grip, my whole body flush with excitement. I spot a drip of cum on my pointer finger and lift it to my lips, licking it off with the tip of my tongue while smiling at Leo. “Your rules or mine?”

“My rules. Always my rules. Now it’s time for your punishment.”

10

Alaric

Like the narcissistic asshole Leo is, he grabs our charge by the wrist, forces her upstairs, and throws her in a room, locking it behind her. Afterward, he descends the steps calmly, his face the only thing showing true emotion. He’s always been one to go off half-cocked, and this is no exception.

“Did you not hear me correctly?” he bellows to the stunned girls whose mouths were just around our cocks. “You failed. Get the fuck out. You have ten seconds to grab everything you need.”

His legendary temper precedes him. The girls jump to their feet, wiping their lips as they run to their rooms. Upstairs, little Eden Astor bangs on her door. “What the fuck are you doing? You sick fuck.”

I chuckle to myself, watching Leo pace in front of me. “You still have a master key?”

“Is my name still engraved above the door?”

I shrug, supposing it still is, even though I’m sure there were moments when the Knights and Carnegie administrations wanted to do away with it after Leo swaggered inside its doors. He’s always had a chip on his shoulder about everything.

Instead of wasting my time dissecting him, I turn toward the new guy. Prince Oliver—also a spiky thorn in the ass, but with him, it’s because he’s a member of a royal family. Currently, the tips of his ears are scarlet red, and his body is still trying to recover. He’s the only one of us who couldn’t hold it. It would’ve been difficult for any of us to get tag-teamed, but I’m suspecting his reasons are due to his feelings for the Astor girl. There’s no other reason why he would’ve approached me after class if he didn’t care for her. She’s clearly oblivious or doesn’t reciprocate.

“Oliver!” Eden screams. “Get me out of here!”

“Don’t,” Leo and I say at the same time when he finally rouses from his climax haze. He tucks his cock away and stares in amazement at the women scurrying around the place carrying hairbrushes and toiletry bags.

“Ten!” Leo growls.

A few excited shrieks later, and I zip up before slipping onto the couch in the main room, crossing one leg over my knee to hide the boner I’m still sporting. I wasn’t in any danger of coming—I chose her because I’ve had a BJ from her before and it was lackluster. Enthusiastic but boring. Girls like her think we want to be called the best there is. Not that we aren’t, but that shit gets old after a while.

“You’re just going to keep her in there?” Oliver asks as he stares up the stairs where Eden is calling for him again.

“Until we talk,” I say, patting the seat next to me.

“UntilIsay.” Leo’s rebuttal makes me roll my eyes, but I can’t tell him to calm the fuck down because he’s yelling, “Five and a half!” as a warning to the girls still running around our apparent new digs.

Ten seconds later, the girls all exit out the front door as Leo holds it open for them, smacking their asses for being late. When he slams the door behind them, he moves to stand in front of Oliver and myself. “What the fuck is going on?”

“I’d like to know myself.” I peer over at the prince. “I know whose name was with ours and it wasn’t yours. How did you maneuver your way onto this team?”

“We’re not a team,” Leo barks.

I wave the thug away and lift an eyebrow at Oliver. “Well?”

He peers up the stairs with all his high and mighty aloofness. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I push my tongue against my teeth, surveying the newcomer up and down. He certainly looks like royalty. With all the rumors that followed him here, I was expecting some sort of badass type with tattoos and piercings. Kind of like Leo over there, still seething. “I’m just curious how you pulled those strings? Who’s your in?”

He looks at me as if he’s bored out of his mind. “I’m royalty. I know people.”

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