Twisted Elites by Sofia Daniel

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Leopold massaged my calves, his fingers kneading and melting the tension in my muscles. Resting my palms on the mattress, I leaned back, stretched out my feet, and pointed my toes.

“It’s late.” Sebastian crossed the room with two tumblers and handed me a glass of what smelled like single malt whiskey. He gave Leopold the other. “Let’s go to bed and see if we can think up a plan in the morning.”

I placed the glass to my lips and poured the burning liquid down my throat. Warmth radiated through my insides, along with a tingling relaxation. My lips parted to let out a lungful of air. At a time like this, I needed anything I could get to deal with today’s events.

Sebastian took off his pants and stood before me in his boxer briefs. My gaze swept down his broad, muscular shoulders, over his prominent pecs, and down the tight contours of his six-pack. He had regained so much muscle mass since restarting his training, and the sight of him made my insides thrum with arousal.

His long, thick erection strained uncomfortably from the cotton, needing to be released.

“You’re overdressed,” he said.

My heart skipped a few beats. I turned to find Leopold had also taken off his clothes and now stood in his underwear. He was already fully aroused, with an angry, red cock-head protruding out of the waistband of his boxers.

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. “I wouldn’t like to be the odd one out.”

I slipped off my tie and undid the top button of my shirt. By the time I glanced up, both boys had turned to me with fire in their eyes. Heat blossomed across my cheeks, and arousal bloomed between my legs. This time, the boys would expect more from me than just a bed bath.

Leopold was the first to approach. Out of the three kings, he was the one with the fewest secrets. He knelt on the mattress at my left side and slipped his hand into my blazer. “Are you in the mood for a distraction?”

“Yes.” I tilted my head up and pulled him down for a kiss.

His lips were firm and demanding, as though he was working through all the pent-up frustration from today. This morning, we had been so happy together and had celebrated foiling Ashley’s machinations with my first blow job.