Page 152 of Now Their Starlet

“Please—” He twitches up inside me at my words.

I dip my head to the crook of his neck, licking a stripe of his sweet skin that carries the lingering taste of caramel. I can’t tell whether it’s because his actual skin tastes like that or because his perfume is so intense it tricks my mind into thinking that’s what he tastes like. Does it matter?

No, absolutely not. Because the end result is the same.

Before either of us have a chance to sink our teeth into each other, the door creaks open.

“You got started without us,” Eli growls.

I blink up at him and the others trailing in behind him.

My heat has definitely started, because my vision is starting to blur around the edges, giving everything a hazy, dream-like quality.

“And?” Beck huffs, continuing to thrust into me with slow, grinding strokes.

“That’s naughty,” Eli growls, ripping off his t-shirt.

“You snooze, you lose,” Beck says, echoing his earlier statement, except Eli doesn’t seem to find it as amusing.

He strips off the rest of his clothes, throwing them aside before slotting himself directly behind Beck.

When Eli’s hand cracks against Beck’s ass, making him jolt forward into me, Beck’s eyes go wide.

“Shit, I’m in for it now,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, you are,” Eli growls, dragging his cock up and down the cleft of Beck’s ass. He smacks his cock against the flesh there and the sound is dirty, obscene, and wet it makes me imagine the slick that must be dripping out of Beck too. “At least you’re self aware.”

“Maybe this was all a part of my master plan—” Beck’s voice drops into a guttural moan when Eli seats his length in one brutal movement.

The thrust has a ripple effect of pushing Beck further into me. I tip my head, my hair cascading down my back and my eyes meet Cameron’s first.

His plush bottom lip is stuck between his teeth as he stares at me.

I reach out and crook a finger towards him.

He’s shedding his clothes faster than I thought possible, and appearing beside me.

“I—want—you—” I pant, clinging to Beck’s shoulders to keep myself steady in the face of Eli’s brutal thrusts.

Cameron’s expression darkens as his smoky cedarwood scent thickens in the air.

His scent mixed with Beck’s burnt caramel perfume is such a delicious mix my mouth starts to water.

“You want me to fuck your ass, Sweet Tea?” Cameron growls.

“I want—want you to knot my ass,” I pant out.

“Fuck—” the word punches out of Cameron’s chest on a sharp exhale.

He’s quick to shift behind me.

It takes a bit of maneuvering, and Eli has to concede with the intensity of his thrusts for a few seconds, just so I’m able to hold myself steady enough so that Cameron can slowly push inside me.

I flash back to the greenroom after Beck’s concert when Eli and Beck were both stuffing me.

I didn’t realize I could feel more bliss than that, but with Beck and I experiencing our heats together, every sensation intensified.

“Holy shit,” Cameron groans, burying his face into the crook of my neck. “You’re perfect. This is perfect. You’re taking my cock so well. I can’t wait to sink my knot into you.”