Filthy Little Pretties Read online

  “It’s one o’clock in the morning.”

  “Bars are still open,” Grey reasons, walking around from where he’s standing with a bottle of Jack Daniels.

  Liam comes back to where I’m sitting, putting hands back to my waist to take me down, and my hands come to his shoulders as he lowers me to my feet.

  “No,” I protest, but Liam bites at my hand, causing me to laugh again.

  “Come on, Van. What happened to the girl from earlier?”

  I stare at Liam. What did happen? Just because I had some stupid dream doesn’t mean anything. And nothing is going to happen unless I lose my mind. One shot is harmless. My smile must give away my compliance because Liam raises his arms in the air, saying, “Yes, there’s our girl.”

  They grab shot glasses and line them up next to me, filling each to the brim. Grey hands me mine, as Liam turns to face us, holding his up to toast.

  “Here’s to our girl and all her wild dreams.”

  An embarrassed laugh escapes, but I’m still hoping they didn’t hear everything as I take the shot back in one gulp. The burn travels down my throat, giving way to a warmth that spreads around in my belly. I do a small run in place, bobbing back and forth on my tiptoes as I breathe out harshly. Liam turns to the counter, taking my glass. Grey messes with my hair, screwing with my bangs, making me laugh, as I smack his hand away.

  Liam turns back around and hands out another round.

  “Oh God, again?”

  Grey looks at me and tilts his head, as he takes his glass. “To firsts, lasts, and onlys.”

  My lips tip up before I toss it back, feeling the burn again in my throat, but not nearly as much as the first shot.

  “Okay. Now I’m done. Unless you find something smoother.”

  The boys laugh, pouring only two shots. They both stand staring at me, Grey to my right and Liam to my left, as my head shifts slowly between them. It’s my turn to toast. Liam licks the side of his glass, cleaning some liquid that’s spilled, and my eyes dart to his tongue, watching it drag over the smooth surface, lapping up the Jack.

  Before I can stop myself, the words are already out.

  “To bad ideas and the boys who get me into trouble.”

  The shot glasses hit the counter the minute they drink, and I tip my head back laughing. I rub my lips together and smile at them. “We need music.”

  “Done.”

  Liam grabs the bottle of Jack and walks over to his phone that’s on the counter, picking it up and looking down with a serious expression. He stays that way for only a moment before his beautiful face pops back up smiling, as the music filters out through speakers in the ceiling.

  I wander over toward the couch, Grey right behind me, as the music amps up, hitting a crescendo. Liam turns it up loud, and Grey grabs me, spinning me around. We start to jump and thrash our arms around, Liam joining in, losing ourselves to the music and yelling to the ceiling. It’s perfect. They’re perfect.

  The oversized shirt I’m wearing bounces up, exposing glimpses of G-string, but I don’t care because it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except this night.

  Liam takes a swig from the Jack and passes it over to Grey as I shake my hips and turn in a circle. I lick my lips, my teeth sinking into the bottom one, as Liam comes up behind me, matching my rhythm and swaying back and forth. His hand splays over my stomach, and the warmth I was feeling from the liquor feels like ice in comparison to his large palm. He turns us to face Grey, who is standing stock-still, bottle in hand and a cigarette lifting to his lips. He takes in a long drag as he watches us dance. It’s the way he watches that makes my entire body feel on fire.

  He’s arrogant. Entitled. Like a goddamn king. My very favorite version.

  My eyes drift to his torso, taking in the tattoo again and smiling. It’s fitting for him—“I am not led, I lead.” He does lead, everyone but me. In fact, I’ll never tell that I already knew what it meant. Sometimes, it’s more fun to let him believe his saying.

  He juts his chin, calling me to him, but I don’t move. Try again. Liam nudges my waist, speaking into my ear. “Go on, Van. He won’t bite. Unless you ask him to.”

  Holy hellfire and brimstone. I’m going to burn for this. Closing the three feet between us feels like the longest walk of my life, each step erasing the line before it. My throat is dry, but I’m already wet everywhere else. My thoughts are barreling around in my mind like they’re all in a freefall. But all I know is that I want whatever Grey has to offer.

  Grey looks down at me as I come to a stop in front of him, peeking up through my lashes.

  “You wanna hit?” He brings the cigarette back between his lips, sucking in the smoke, and I nod, but he doesn’t hand it to me, just blows up into the air. Grey’s eyes lock to mine as his head tips back down.

  “Ask me nicely.”

  “No.”

  My hair is swept over my shoulder as the heat from Liam’s body engulfs me from behind. His lips graze my neck as he inhales up my jawline, making my head tilt and breath suck in between my teeth. Lines aren’t just being blurred. They don’t fucking exist anymore.

  “Come on, Van. Ask us nicely,” Liam whispers, and my eyes shut.

  When I open them, Grey flicks his cigarette into the fire. He licks his lips, letting his eyes drift down my body to where Liam’s finger is tracing the hem of the T-shirt at the top of my thigh. Liam’s finger runs back and forth indecently slow, barely ducking under the fabric, but I’m already panting, wet, and hungry. So fucking hungry. They’re really good at this.

  “Were you actually talking about smoking?” I ask, already suspecting the answer.

  “Not even a little, Cherry.”

  Grey walks toward me, then past me, and Liam’s finger leaves my leg at the same time. My eyes blink, let go from the spell I was under, as I turn around, watching them walk to the couch.

  Liam looks over his shoulder and gives that crooked grin. “Come on, Van.”

  They each lower themselves down on the couch, leaving a sizeable distance between them. It’s for me, but only if I’m basically lying down.

  I look at Grey as he spreads his legs, adjusting the large bulge in his pants, and lets out a low growl. My arms join behind my back, grasping my shirt as he stares at me. I’m nervous, but I want their eyes on me. I like it. I shift my eyes to Liam, who runs his hand over his head and lifts a book from the end table. I recognize the cover immediately from school, Lady Chatterley’s Lover. I smile as I bite my lip, giving a tiny giggle.

  He pats the space on the couch next to him. “Remember when we were little and I would read to you when we had slumber parties?”

  My feet are moving toward the couch, to Liam, as I nod. “I do.”

  The fabric of the couch brushes my knees as I stand, clad in Grey’s T-shirt, looking down at Liam. If I sit, I won’t be sitting. This entire night has been a series of one thing meaning another. And now I’m standing here, just like in my dream. They heard it all. And they’re recreating the moments. I’m living in my own fantasy.

  “Cherry, sit down and let Liam read to you.”

  I stare at the fabric of the oversized black couch. Am I doing this? Are we really doing this?

  Liam’s hand runs up my leg, leaving a trail of chills, and ducks under my shirt, stopping at my hip.

  “Van, would you like me to read to you?”

  Words said one way but that ask a completely different question.

  My voice is husky, a breathless plea. “Yes, please.”

  Grey

  DONOVAN’S KNEES FIND THE CUSHIONS as she crawls onto the massive couch. She keeps them tucked under herself as she cozies up next to Liam, drawn into the crook of his arm, so her back is partially against him.

  She’s flushed, turned on, maybe even nervous, and it’s everything and more than I thought it would be. I woke up a half hour before her because my dick was rock hard. The leg she had hitched over me was giving way to her slow and soft drags up and down my leg. She was
fucking herself in her sleep, moaning my name and then Liam’s.

  It was all I could do to not wake her up and do my worst. But when Liam woke up, something happened. The energy changed. Because the more she moaned our names, the more we knew. Donovan’s always been ours, and this was bound to happen. It’s not as if Liam and I are inexperienced in this particular kind of fun. Girls are always more than willing. We’ve had our fair share.

  But this is different. Donovan makes it that way.

  I’ve wanted to watch, eat, fuck, and savor her since she stepped out of that damn limo. Now more than anything, I want to hear my name cried from that gorgeous mouth. I want her to beg me to come. And I want to make this fantasy real for her. Every filthy little part.

  I reach out, gripping her ankles, and pull them to my lap as she huffs a breathy sigh, giving me her bright eyes. Laying one over the other, I run my fingers over her petite ankle, entranced by her smooth skin. She smiles as she watches my finger glide over her skin. My tongue drags over my bottom lip, catching it with my teeth and letting it drag out as I let my eyes drift up her body, until my eyes are captured by the sight of her panties. Damn that’s pretty.

  Liam’s fingers trace her collarbone, but my eyes are drawn back to the white that peeks out, a small blue polka dot on it, exposed by my wayward T-shirt she’s wearing. I glance up at her face again, but she’s looking down to where my eyes just left. Her hands reach for the shirt, and I expect her to try and cover herself, so I reach to stop her, but she doesn’t. Instead, she looks back to me, darting her tongue out and giving a small lick of her lips as if she’s hungry, and draws her shirt up a little bit more—showing me what she wants just as Liam lifts her chin, running his hand down her throat. Fuck.

  “Read.”

  I don’t just speak it, I growl it. I want him to read, so I can do what I know she wants me to. That’s what she said, as she slept between us. She thanked Liam for reading to her, then asked what I was doing, before arching her back and letting out the most exquisite moan. My hands are kneading her ankles now, barely holding myself back as she lifts her knee, tugging her leg away only to lower it back. Squirm for me, Cherry.

  Liam pulls her hair over her shoulder, a sinful smile playing on her luscious lips, gripping it hard and forcing her head to tilt back to his face. “Do you want me to kiss you, Van?”

  “Yes,” she sighs.

  His face shifts to mine, lifting her to look at me. “Do you want Grey to kiss you too?”

  Her body rocks as she squeezes her thighs together, fingernails digging into the couch, “Yes. Please.” The way her mouth wraps around those words makes my dick so hard I may come before I get to slip inside of her.

  My eyes dart to the apex of her thighs, seeing wetness bloom through the fabric of her panties, and I growl, tipping my head back to the ceiling. Liam’s lips lower to hers, sealing over them, as her hand lifts to pull his head closer. I lift her ankle, slowly parting her legs, watching him kiss her like he’s never tasted anything so fucking divine before. He hasn’t. Donovan is one of a kind. The way her tongue mingles with his, teasing and causing her chest to push forward, makes me want to try her too. My hand kneads up her calf, leaning forward, planting a kiss on the inside of her knee as I bend it, pushing it open.

  Donovan moans, and I kiss her soft flesh again, as Liam’s hands begin to roam. He fists her hair, taking a nipple between his fingers as I drag my lips upward, taking small bites to the inside of her thigh, leaving my mark. I’ve been here. This is mine.

  “Yes,” she pants, as he teases and plays with her nipples.

  I let my tongue glide slowly up the inside of her thigh, taking my time to taste, lick, and bite, listening to her groan. I pull her other leg up to bend and press it open, splaying her cunt for me as I blow the wet mark left by her want. Her back arches, as she sucks in a gasp that’s devoured by Liam’s mouth.

  I would be jealous that he’s gotten to kiss Donovan first, but he can have her mouth, because those aren’t the lips I’m interested in. Liam pulls away, his free hand dropping to her breast as her head falls back, sighing. I’m squared between her knees as I bring my thumb over her swollen clit, watching her body buck as she whimpers. It’s throbbing so hard it feels like a pulse. I’m not waiting for another minute.

  “Fucking read.”

  His eyes stay fixed to her face for an unbearable minute as he massages his hand over her covered breast, pinching the hardened bud that is pushing through. She’s so fucking sexy, open for me and for him. No boundaries, no hesitation.

  “She’s fucking beautiful,” Liam says to me, watching her rock her hips into my hand, arching into his at the same time. “Tell me what she smells like.”

  Her legs are already quivering being at our mercy as I dip down close, moving my hand and running my nose up her center, pulling a breathy moan from her.

  “Oh, fuck, Grey,” she groans, gripping my shoulders, overwhelmed by the sensation.

  I groan into her thigh. “Heaven. She smells like heaven.”

  I bite softly, hearing her beg as she reaches down between her legs, slipping her fingers in between the strands of my hair. She’s urging me to stay and kiss her. I will, Cherry. Patience. It has to be the way you wanted it.

  “Kiss me, Grey. Please. Kiss me.”

  My eyes shoot to Liam, giving him a nod. He opens the thick hardcover and begins to read D. H. Lawrence. Lit class is good for something. His voice fills the room, and she knows this is the moment in her dream—her fantasy.

  “Her supple breasts heaved as he released himself inside her.” Donovan’s eyes shoot to mine, filled with fire, as I raise up and duck my arms under her bent knees. I grip the tops of her legs and jerk her closer to me, making the breath leave her body and causing her to lie back, giving Liam room to enjoy the show.

  “Then as he descended into bliss, overtaken by his orgasm. He felt alive and bewitched by this new pleasure—”

  Her gasp turns into a long delicious moan of my name as my mouth covers the fabric of that goddamn G-string. Pressing kisses onto her, I move slowly to the slim string under her hip bone. I hold the silk between my teeth and grip with my hand, ripping it apart.

  A squeal pops from her lips before I push the fabric away and flatten my tongue against her clit, running it over her bud to feast on the sweet taste of her sex. My fingers dig into the soft flesh at the top of her thighs as I kiss and suck, holding her bucking hips in place.

  “Yes, Grey,” she moans over Liam’s narration.

  I feel her shirt being dragged off, but Liam doesn’t skip a beat, reading as he does it.

  “Like the strings of a mandolin, she was played until her cries and pleas fell into the music her body created.”

  Her entire body is riding my face, back arching, hands gripped in my hair as she listens to the words being spoken to her. The fire cracks, spurring the wood to burn bright, casting her body in a golden glow. Liam’s hand roams freely as she’s laid out for our enjoyment.

  “Grey,” she whines, biting her lip, draping her legs over my shoulder.

  Yes, Cherry. Give it to me. Give it all to me. My fingers mix with my mouth, dragging the silk from her center to spread her slick folds open, sucking her clit before letting my tongue massage over and over and faster and faster, as her body rocks. Fuck I wish I was inside of her. She grips my hair, staring at me as I lap her up, drinking in her sweet desire, letting her whines and moans become my road map.

  Goddamn, she fucking tastes like cherries, too.

  Donovan’s panting, tearing at me, desperate to come, as she reaches up to cradle Liam’s face. His words falter, slowing as he watches me eat her pussy. Her stomach rises and falls, lost to her need, and my mouth devours every inch of her perfect pussy. I hear the book hit the floor, and my eyes look up from her to see him sucking on her taut nipples. Donovan’s at our mercy, lost to her craving.

  I slip my finger down as I eat her, teasing her entrance, sliding it inside a few torturous s
trokes, feeling the warmth of her tight walls contract around my finger.

  “Bring her closer,” I say, lifting from my cherry pie.

  Liam lifts her body so she’s forced to sit up. I let her legs fall from my shoulders as I pull my finger out of her sweet cunt, lifting it to her lips and spreading her juices over the bottom one, leaving a glisten. Her eyes open wide, but I jerk my chin toward Liam. “Don’t be stingy.”

  I watch her eyes flick to him before she turns her head, offering him a taste from her mouth. So dirty. So divine. Liam dives in, pulling her lip between his, sucking on it as he lays her back, and I do the same between her thighs. She groans, pushing herself into my mouth, rolling her hips as we both go at her with a singular goal. We’re wild animals, feasting on our prey.

  “Don’t stop” is drawn out as Liam licks up her neck, assaulting her skin. “Please don’t stop.”

  “Hold her still.” I hum into her clit, gripping her hips, knowing I’m probably going to leave a mark. My dick leaks at the thought. My mark is on her. Me on her.

  “Now.”

  My words are a command because I want her to feel every goddamn moment of the pleasure I’m going to give her. Liam wraps an arm around her as they sloppily kiss and bite at each other’s lips. He lowers his mouth over her pert breast, sucking and rolling his tongue over her nipple. I lick over her clit and then down to her entrance, pushing my tongue in, fucking her with it, pulling growls from her throat. Pulling my tongue out, I kiss and lick back up to her clit and nip at it just as I push in my middle finger.

  She gasps loudly at the feel of my thick finger.

  “Tell him, Van. Tell him how much you like that.”

  “Oh God. Grey…fuck…I love it. Fuck me.”

  My mouth hums against her pussy before I blow against her swollen needy clit as I move my finger slowly, so fucking slowly in and out of her pussy, teasing her and watching her entire body shudder as she chokes out her moans.

  “Watch. Watch your body come, Donovan,” I growl, flicking my tongue, making her scream.