Chapter 14 #2
It’s Rafe’s hand on the nipple his mouth just vacated. I know it is, because it’s moving feverishly, far more in sync with his mouth than with Callum’s mouth on my other nipple. He’s pinching and squeezing and rolling it as his gorgeous mouth plunders mine.
I knew he’d be an amazing kisser, but Lord, I never imagined his kisses to be this hungry. This consuming. Like his tongue is trying to have sex with my mouth. The wet slides of his lips and the taut invasion of his tongue have that sensory overwhelm soaring.
There are so many things going on I can’t quite separate them, because Rafe’s in my face, and I have two different men working their magic on my straining nipples, and suddenly the guy between my legs removes the ice cube and puts his mouth between my legs, and his warm tongue is on my cold clit, rubbing it through my panties, the gauzy barrier providing extra friction.
He adds a fingertip that probes my entrance right through the fabric, pressing just deep enough to make me wish with every fibre of my being that he’d tug my panties aside, or rip them off completely, and breach me.
Because I may not have had sex before, but I’ve had my own fingers and a few toys inside me, and I know how fantastic that feels.
The rhythmical assault of his tongue on my clit has me wound tighter and tighter as these three men hit my pleasure centres again and again and Rafe continues to kiss me.
I’m moaning into his mouth almost continuously now, a low, pitiful hum that’s my only outlet for the wave of sensation that’s building in every nerve ending in my body.
In return, or reward, he amps up the delicious grunts he’s making while he kisses me. Everyone’s panting now, everyone’s desire is becoming more audible, and the drag of Callum’s hand over my stomach grows rougher before he slides it under my bum and his finger joins the other guy’s at my entrance.
He unseals his mouth from my wet, hard nipple long enough to mutter, ‘Fuck me. She comes in here this sweet little virgin, and look at her letting three of us get her off.’ Suck. ‘Not letting us, begging us, isn’t that right?’
In answer, I moan into Rafe’s mouth. He winds his tongue more forcefully against mine.
‘She’s taking it so well. Fuck, I wish I could finger fuck her right now. I bet she needs it so badly.’ Callum’s finger pushes harder, and I open my legs as wide as I can.
‘Just wait till we get her back next week,’ he tells the others, and with that ominous threat he’s back down, devouring my nipple with his tongue, grazing it with his teeth.
I’m vaguely aware of my moans into Rafe’s delicious mouth growing louder.
I’m vaguely aware of my body bucking in its chair and of Callum removing his finger from under me so he can splay a hand across my pelvis and hold me down.
Of him telling my breast what a dirty little girl I really am.
How I need to come for them as hard as I can. How I need to let go.
And I’m spectacularly aware that every erogenous part of me is under the most intense assault they could ever have hoped for.
God, I get it now.
The maths thing.
Rafe was so right.
The ministrations of these men will spoil me for life.
This is the best thing ever. Ever, ever, ever.
With that hazy realisation, I’m pole-vaulting right through the edges of my consciousness to a place that’s exploding colours and golden lights and jagged, perfect pleasure.
I shudder and shudder. I cry out as Rafe bites down on my bottom lip and tightens his grip on the back of my neck, and I free-fall through an orgasm that feels less like a rollercoaster ride and more like para-gliding, or skydiving.
Slowly, slowly, I descend to earth. Mouths leave my body.
Rafe pulls back and presses a soft kiss to my lips.
A hand goes to my hair, stroking it off my temple.
The guy who ate me through my underwear gently presses my knees together and smooths his hands down my thighs in the way a masseur does through the towel at the end of a massage.
I lie slumped in the chair, the orgasm haze slowly leaving my brain. My robe is tugged over me, draped across my stomach. Someone ties it. And all the while, Callum’s soft voice is in my ear.
‘We’re so proud of you, Belle. You little fucking beauty. You’ve got one hell of a journey ahead of you, and you’re going to love every minute of what this place has to give you.’ He tugs my earlobe gently with his teeth before continuing. ‘You did so well, I can’t tell you.’
I don’t say anything. I lie there, catching my breath, allowing his praise to wash over me like a caress.
Foot Guy gets up, and a drawer pulls open with a grating sound. Next I know, a light, soft blanket is being draped over me and pressed around me. Rafe’s hand leaves my hair, and lips I know must be his press to my temple.
They’re leaving.
I should be mortified. I should be newly self conscious, cold in the absence of my earlier arousal, but I already feel bereft that they’re leaving.
That he’s leaving.
The one thing I don’t have the courage to do is call him out on his identity. Ridiculously, I don’t want to cause a scene.
‘We’re going to head now,’ Callum tells me, ‘because the three of us are so fucking hard that we have to take care of business. Okay, baby?’
I clear my throat. ‘Okay—of course. Of course. Um. Thank you. For…’
He chuckles. ‘The privilege and the pleasure were entirely ours, Belle. Believe us. See you next week, if we’re lucky.’ He plants a lingering kiss on my cheek before I feel him rise.
The door in front of me cranks open, and there’s a brief rush of low-level noise and a heavy bass before they shuffle out and the door slams shut.
I exhale heavily and push my mask up, glancing around the room in a total daze.
I’m not sure what just happened.
All I know is, I want more of that. More than that. Far more.
Rafe was right. That was transcendent. And that wasn’t even full sex.
I wish I was a paid-up member of this club and not some stupid virgin.
I wish I could do that on a Friday night without a second thought and then follow Rafe out into that corridor.
Be the girl who can give him what he really wants.
Because, right now, I have a mountain to climb before I’m that girl.