Lost Boys: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Crazy Vicious Love Book 1)

by Eva Ashwood

  I should’ve been ashamed of what I’d done, but in this moment, it was hard to be.

  Because it had gotten me what I wanted.

  The three boys whose souls had infiltrated mine.

  Kace gripped my arms tightly and walked me backward, and when we were about halfway across the small room, the backs of my legs hit the edge of a mattress. With a hungry, feral smile, the blond boy gave my shoulders a push, letting me collapse back onto the bed, which gave a little squeak as I landed.

  I was vaguely aware of Misael locking the door as Bishop made quick work of my skirt.

  The last time I’d been this naked with all three of them, it had stopped there. Misael had made me come on his tongue while the other two kissed and caressed me, but all of their clothes had stayed on.

  I wouldn’t let that happen tonight.

  Maybe he saw the determined look in my eyes as I scrambled up to my knees on the mattress, because Kace laughed, grabbing the hem of his shirt with one hand and yanking it over his head. The others did the same, and I swallowed as I took in the sight of all three of them side by side.

  They were truly stunning—all solid muscle and wild, rugged beauty.

  When I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, their eyes darkened. Keeping my gaze on the three of them, I let the small piece of silky fabric fall away.

  The three boys moved so fast, and in such perfect synchronicity, that I lost track of who was where as they converged on me, pushing me back down to the mattress again.

  Bishop kissed me again, his lips just as hungry as before, and Misael brushed kisses up my arm toward my shoulder. I could guess where Kace was headed, and I shivered with anticipation. The other two had put their mouths on me before, but I knew Kace would be nothing like either one of them.

  And he wasn’t.

  Rather than pulling my panties off, he ripped them from my body, tearing the delicate fabric before delving between my legs like a starving man.

  “God, please! Kace!”

  I arched off the bed as he licked me with the flat of his tongue, reaching down to grab his head and press it closer to my core. Bish and Misael groaned as they watched him devour me, the heat of their gazes burning into my skin. Knowing that they were watching, that they could see me laid out, spread open before Kace, made fire burn through my veins.

  The part of me from my old life, the one who was proper and poised and did only what she was told, felt a rush of shame. But that feeling only enhanced the pleasure crashing through my body, the thrill of the taboo making me feel wild and reckless.

  And when I came on Kace’s tongue, I screamed loud enough that even people downstairs at the party probably heard me over the heavy thump of the music.

  His fingers dug into my thighs so hard I was sure he’d leave marks as his moss-green gaze flicked up to meet mine. His eyes glinted with desire and satisfaction, and he held my stare as he slowly slid one long, thick finger inside me. My inner walls were still contracting as the aftershocks of my orgasm quaked through me, and his nostrils flared at the feel of it.

  I saw the moment he hit the resistance he’d been expecting. His gaze darkened, his expression becoming almost angry as he fought to keep himself in check.

  “Fucking hell, Cora. No one’s ever had you like this? No one’s ever been inside this tight hole?”

  My chest heaved as I tried to force oxygen into rebellious lungs. My core clenched around his thick finger, and I knew he could feel—not just see—my reaction to his question. How did he turn me on so much with such dirty, vulgar words?

  “No,” I gasped. “I want you—all of you—to be my firsts.”

  Even as I said it, I had a momentary flash of panic. I wanted all three of the Lost Boys. From the moment I’d met them, when I couldn’t decide who I hated more, to right now, when I could finally admit I was starting to fall for all of them, I had always seen the three boys as parts of a whole. They were distinct people, and I felt differently about each of them, but I could never choose just one above the others.

  I wanted them all.

  But I also had no idea how that would even work. This was all new territory for me, and the fact that I was taking this step with three boys instead of one only added to the confusion I felt.

  Fortunately, as they had with so many other things, the Lost Boys immediately took the lead, saving me from attempting to navigate this on my own.

  Misael swooped in to kiss me, sliding his tongue against mine before nipping at my bottom lip. By the time he broke away, the other two boys were completely naked, kneeling on the bed beside me. Kace had his fist wrapped around the base of his thick cock, and Bishop was jerking himself off in long, even strokes.

  The sight of it made my breath hitch in my throat, a strange combination of fear and longing filling me as I blinked at them.

  I wanted them inside me—so, so much. But how would they possibly fit?

  Warm, gentle fingers turned my head away from Bishop and Kace, and Misael met my gaze. He knelt on my other side, and while I’d been distracted, he had removed the last of his clothes too. We were all naked, not a scrap of clothing left on us.

  “It’s okay, Coralee,” he murmured, his dark eyes warm in the dim light filtering in through the window. “We’ve got ya. You trust us?”

  My head was already moving up and down before I realized it was true. Entirely true.

  Somewhere along the way, the boys I’d despised and doubted had become the only people in my messed up world that I truly trusted.

  “Fuck,” Bishop muttered, his voice sounding almost agonized. “I got no damn condom.”

  “It doesn’t matter!” I gasped, “I’m on the pill.”

  Ava had taken me to the doctor for a birth control prescription when I was fifteen—not because I had expected to be having sex, but because it helped regulate my periods. The pill I’d been prescribed had actually helped a lot, and I was thankful as hell for Ava, because I knew my mom would never have taken me to the doctor for something like that, no matter how necessary it was.

  Bish’s face split into a wide, wicked smile, and he leaned over me, partially draping his body over me as he kissed me hard.

  “Thank Christ.” He licked his lips as he pulled back. “Now close your eyes.”

  My brows pulled together even as I did what he commanded, turning my head slightly to try to track their movements through sound. “Why? Why can’t I look?”

  “Because one of us is going to take your virginity, and I don’t want to make you choose who. I don’t want you to know who. Because you belong to all of us. It’s not about who claims you first.”

  Gratitude and arousal infused my body as he finished speaking. It was like he’d crawled inside my head and read my thoughts, had seen that I couldn’t decide between them. And so they’d make sure I didn’t have to.

  “It’s not,” I agreed. “I don’t care who claims me first or last or anything. Just so long as you all do.”

  Three voices groaned above me.

  “Yeah, I don’t think you need to worry about that. You’re so damn gorgeous, only a fool wouldn’t want you,” Misael said, his voice slightly teasing.

  And then the boys stopped speaking at all. Hands and mouths were on me again, seeming to be everywhere at once, licking and nipping and kissing. I stopped thinking and just let myself soak up each touch as it came.

  Then, just like Bishop had promised, I felt the broad head of a cock nudge at my entrance. I honestly couldn’t tell who it was—the overload of sensations had shorted out my brain, making it harder to sort through who each touch belonged to.

  But that was okay. I didn’t need to know who it was to know it felt right.

  I had planned on graduating high school a virgin.

  I had planned on giving my future husband my virginity on our wedding night.

  Now, I didn’t want either of those things. I just wanted this.

  Whoever was braced above me hesitated for a moment, and I reached for him
, pulling him closer and shifting my hips to urge him onward. He didn’t make me beg, and he didn’t draw out the intrusion, sliding into me instead in a single, hard stroke.

  It hurt.

  Like being shattered and remade, like being broken and reformed, the cock spearing me seemed to split me in two—and when the pieces came back together again, I wasn’t the same person I had been a moment ago.

  My chest rose and fell as the boy above me paused, stilling inside me, giving me time to adjust to his size. He stroked in and out of me twice more, letting my body acclimate to the sensation. Then, slowly, he pulled out.

  I had never known what true emptiness felt like until then. I cried out in frustration, reaching out blindly with my eyes still shut, needing someone to fill me up again, to drive into me like that again.

  Low noises reached my ears as the boys around me all groaned, and then Kace’s voice reached me in the darkness.

  “Open your eyes, Princess. Watch us while we fuck you.”

  My eyelids flew open, and I blinked at the three of them. They’d pulled back slightly, all still gathered around me. One of them had just been inside me, and I hoped I never knew who it was.

  Biting down hard on my bottom lip, I reached out for Kace, pulling him toward me. He moved willingly at my insistence, but as soon as his body was poised over mine, he took back all control. His calloused hands pinned my wrists to the bed, holding me still as he slid smoothly inside me. It hurt a little as my inner walls stretched around him, but the pain was nowhere near as sharp as it had been with the first intrusion.

  I couldn’t use my hands to urge him on, but I used my legs and feet, wrapping them around his waist as I rubbed my body against his.

  “Oh shit, you’re tight,” he grunted, baring his teeth as he withdrew and thrust in again.

  When he bottomed out inside me, the base of his cock rubbed against my clit, and I moaned, squeezing around him. He picked up the pace a little, driving into me so hard our bodies rocked together. Pleasure built inside me like a slow-moving wave, but before it could crest, he kissed me with bruising force and then pulled away.

  I whined in protest, and he chuckled darkly. “Someday we’ll all finish inside you. Stuff you so full of our cum you’ll feel us all for days afterward. But not tonight.”

  My body quivered at his words, and when Bishop draped himself over me and thrust inside, I was sure he could feel how close I was to coming again. My hips rose off the bed to meet him, and he braced himself on his arms as he drove into me, fucking me the same way he’d kissed me the first time—with desperation and fierce need, like he could never, ever get enough.

  I was so close—so close—my body balancing on a knife’s edge as I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his muscled back.

  But he didn’t let me come.

  It felt like he was torturing us both as he slowly, reluctantly withdrew from me.

  Misael was there to take his place in an instant, and the moment he slid inside me, it was like something clicked into place. I had wanted all three of them. And now I’d gotten my wish.

  My body felt exhausted and used in the best possible way, and I knew I would be sore tomorrow.

  But it would be so worth it.

  “Please,” I gasped, looking up into Misael’s beautiful, dark eyes. “Please—make me come!”

  His expression shifted, determination hardening his features, and I knew I had chosen the right boy to beg. Kace would control me, Bishop would torture me, but Misael?

  He would do whatever he could to give me what I wanted.

  Draping his body over mine, he kissed me slowly and deeply as he began to thrust, slipping one hand between us to work my clit in tight circles.

  As the orgasm that had been threatening began to build in my core, I became aware of new sounds around me and glanced at Bish and Kace. The two of them were stroking themselves in time to the rhythm of Misael’s thrusts, and the sight drove me crazy. The looks on their faces, which mirrored Misael’s, made me groan with wanton satisfaction. They might not be inside me, but they knew what it felt like, and watching their friend fuck me was turning them on, driving them toward the same precipice I was racing for.

  Misael rose up suddenly, hooking his arms under my knees and lifting my ass off the bed as he continued to drive into me. At this angle, his cock hit an incredible new spot inside me, and it was the thing that finally pushed me over the edge.

  I clamped down hard around him, swirling my hips against his as I sobbed out my release.

  “Oh… God!”

  “Fuck, Cora. So good.”

  He pulsed and thickened inside me, and the two boys kneeling on either side of me made strangled noises, their fists moving faster.

  Then all three boys came at once. Misael drove into me hard before freezing inside me, cursing and groaning as Bishop and Kace spattered ropes of cum across my stomach and breasts.

  We all grew still, breathing heavily into the quiet of the room as the tension slowly drained from our bodies. As Misael withdrew slowly, I felt a gush of wetness as cum spilled out of me, and the skin of my torso glistened with it in the semi-darkness.

  A giddy feeling filled me like a rush of blood to the head.

  These three boys had marked me.

  Claimed me.

  But I had claimed them right back.

  I spent the night in a stranger’s house, on a stranger’s bed, wrapped up in a tangle of limbs with the Lost Boys.

  We all fell asleep on the bed together, and while I felt a little bad for commandeering someone’s bedroom like that, it was impossible to regret anything that’d happened the previous night, even in the harsh light of morning.

  The four of us rose slowly, taking our time getting up and getting dressed. By late morning, we ended up at a Denny’s—one of two in the area. According to Bishop, this one had the best breakfasts in all of Baltimore. And honestly? I couldn’t disagree with him. I had a whole hamburger, fries on the side, and a giant chocolate shake to go with it. It was hearty and greasy and perfectly bad for me, and I was one hundred percent okay with that.

  I was running on high octane. And I had a feeling I wasn’t the only one. The four of us drew stares from the other patrons—mostly older people—as we laughed and joked around. Every once in a while, one of the guys would haul me toward him and kiss the breath out of me, and that definitely got the attention of the other patrons.

  But I didn’t care.

  Maybe I shouldn’t have felt the happiest I’d ever been after a night of doing everything I had been raised not to do… but I was happy. More than happy.

  And I wasn’t going to fight it or feel bad about it.

  I wasn’t going to feel one ounce of guilt for it.

  “Ah, shit.”

  As we were finishing breakfast, Bishop spoke up, looking around.

  “What?” Kace glanced over at him.

  “Left my phone in the car. Let me out, Coralee.”

  He poked at my side to get me to move out of the booth, and I squirmed under his touch as it tickled my ribs. “Ah!” Then I held out my hand. “Gimme your keys. I can get it.”

  “Oh. You sure?”

  “Yeah. It’s not like it’s that far away.” I chuckled, the giddy feeling still infusing my body. “I may be a princess, but I can handle myself okay.”

  “Oh, believe me, we know.” Misael’s gaze heated as he winked at me.

  I kicked his feet lightly under the table, then stood up, Bishop’s keys in my hand. “Be right back.”

  I headed for the door, ignoring the looks that came my way and straightening out my skirt as I trotted outside. I didn’t even have the decency to feel shame for the fact that I was still wearing my clothes from the night before, the scent of cigarette smoke clinging to the fabric. Hell, even my hair had that “just woke up” feel and look to it. It was comfortable. I liked it.

  Outside, I made my way quickly to the convertible. I hopped in and started looking for Bishop’s phon
e, but he hadn’t left it someplace obvious like the dash or the console. Where the hell could it have gone?

  As I was scanning the cup holders and door compartments, I heard a deep buzzing sound from somewhere beneath me. Ah ha! His cell must’ve fallen beneath the driver’s seat, and Bishop hadn’t noticed it. As it continued to buzz, I patted around under the seat until my fingers closed around a cool piece of metal and glass. I pulled it out… but paused when I saw the name of the person calling.

  Flint.

  I almost impulsively answered it. My fingers itched to hit the little green button that would connect the call. I’d been hoping for a chance to talk to the man anyway, to see if he knew anything about my father being set up. If I answered, maybe I could finally get answers to questions that’d haunted me for months—

  But how the hell would I explain that to Bishop?

  Bzzz… Bzzz… Bzzz…

  The vibrating buzz stopped for a few seconds and then started again. He must’ve called back to leave a message—or maybe he was trying to see if Bish was screening his calls.

  My grip on the phone tightened, and I stared down at the display as if it was the only thing left in the world.

  As if it was the key to redemption. Salvation. Freedom.

  Bzzz… Bzzz… Bzzz…

  Guilt twisted my stomach, but I ignored it as I repeated the number that displayed under Flint’s name over and over in my head until the phone finally stopped ringing.

  Then I took in a breath, steeled myself, and went back inside.

  Thirty

  I didn’t eat that night.

  If Mom noticed that I hadn’t been home since the previous evening, or that I didn’t arrive back to the rental house until mid-afternoon, she didn’t say anything. Given the way she had acted toward Bish, I had a feeling she would’ve lectured me if she had any idea where I’d been. But she really didn’t know. Although she wasn’t as listless as she’d been before her overdose, she was still massively checked out in a lot of ways.