37. Penelope
Chapter 37
Penelope
My heart races at both his words and the conviction behind them. A quick glance at Dominic and Tristan shows that they both look just as determined, and I swallow hard.
“H-how are you going to do that?” I stammer, looking between the three of them.
They each wear nearly identical heated looks, and Dominic moves in closer, closing some of the distance between us. “How do you think we should show you?” he asks, that heat curling around his words and making me shiver.
I lick my lips, taking a second to think about it. We’re in a public place, which is risky, but there’s something thrilling about it too. I think back to how Dominic wanted to stay home before, and my stomach flutters. I could probably ask them for anything right now, but we all have the same thing on our minds, clearly. I’m bold enough now to ask for it too.
I meet their eyes and find my voice. “I think… I think you should fuck me like you mean it.”
Tristan groans, and Xavier and Dominic have their own reactions to my words.
In a matter of seconds, the three of them are on me, pinning me between them. One of them takes my mouth in a devouring kiss that leaves me breathless, and the other two let their hands roam over my body. A mouth kisses and nips at my neck, and one of them lifts my arm to trail kisses up to my shoulder.
I shiver, caught between them, head spinning from the pleasurable onslaught.
Dominic’s bites down on my shoulder where the sleeves of the dress reveal it, and I moan his name, squirming between them. By now, they know just how to work me up. They know all the places I’m sensitive, all the places that make me shiver and beg for more.
They use that to their advantage here, and the fact that they’ve been paying attention to my desires goes a long way toward proving their point.
Xavier nuzzles into my neck, his hands roaming down my ass, and Tristan kisses me deeper, thrusting his tongue into my mouth like I’m a treat he wants to savor.
He coaxes my tongue to dance with his, and the kiss turns even more heated and messy.
It’s so easy to lose myself in it. To just let go and enjoy how good it feels to have their attentions on me like this. One of them, Xavier I think, works his hand under my dress until he can slip it into my underwear, and there’s a little chuckle against the skin of my neck.
Definitely Xavier then.
“Well, well, well, shortcake,” he teases in a low voice. “What’s this?”
“What’s… what?” I manage to get out, hips grinding forward as he drags one finger along my wet slit.
“You’re already so worked up for us, huh? Already so wet and needy. I like that. I think the others do too.”
Dominic growls his agreement, dragging my hand down so I can feel how hard he is in his nice pants. Tristan just nods as well, heat flashing in his eyes that tells me all I need to know.
“You want us to fuck you like we mean it?” Xavier continues. “You’re not going to be leaving this room for a while. Not until we’re done with you. Can you handle that?”
I nod, swallowing hard again. “Yeah. I want that. I want you to show me everything.”
“We’ll start here, then,” Tristan says. He’s behind me then, and he unzips my dress and pulls it off my shoulders. The soft green material slides of my body to pool on the floor, leaving me in just my lacy bra, panties, and heels. And the jewelry I’m wearing.
All three of them stare at me like I’m the hottest thing they’ve ever seen, and I feel my cheeks going red all over again.
“It should be illegal,” Dominic mutters. “For you to look this fucking good. But since you’re ours, we’ll allow it.”
The other two nod their agreement, and I bite my lip, overwhelmed.
Tristan comes around to stand in front of me, and in one smooth motion, he drops to his knees. When he looks up at me, I can see written all over his face how much he wants me, and it takes my breath away.
I’m still getting used to him being so open with his feelings, and every time it catches me off guard and makes me feel warm inside.
He grips my thigh with one hand and the other he hooks into my panties and drags them down. “You won’t be needing these anymore,” he murmurs, helping me step out of them and tossing them away.
My wet pussy is exposed to the room, filling the space with the sweet scent of my arousal. Tristan inhales deeply, like a man starved for the smell of it, and then dives in between my legs to lick and lap at me.
I gasp at the sudden onslaught, tangling my fingers in his hair as I fight to stay upright. He’s learned what I like so quickly, and probably it’s easy because the three of them helped to teach me what I like. Every time one of them—or all of them—has me like this, I get a new understanding of what I want and how good I can feel.
This is no exception.
Tristan eats me out like I’m the most delicious treat he can imagine, licking along my slit, lapping at my clit. He grips my thighs tightly, fingers digging into the soft flesh, and that just adds to everything.
Dominic slides in behind me, and he wraps one arm around my waist, dragging me back against him. His cock is somehow even harder now, and he grinds it against my ass, making sure I can feel it.
His voice is silky and commanding as he murmurs in my ear, and it sends a shiver down my spine. “Do you feel that, little bird?” he asks.
I nod shakily, gasping when Tristan grazes the edge of his teeth against my sensitive clit.
“I need to be inside you,” Dominic says. “I need to feel that prefect pussy wrapped around my cock.”
“Oh fuck,” I pant, caught between grinding into Tristan’s face and bucking back against Dom’s cock. “Please?”
The room is luckily well-furnished for whatever we might want to do here.
Tristan pulls back enough that I can see his mouth is shiny from my arousal, and he gets to his feet, helping Dominic position me where he wants me.
Dominic sits down on the couch, shoving his pants down so that his cock juts out from his lap, thick and proud. My mouth waters just looking at it, and when Tristan and Xavier help me settle on Dominic’s lap, my body welcomes him immediately.
My back is to his chest, and his cock impales me slowly, sliding through the wet mess I am from Tristan’s mouth, filling me up.
I gasp and moan, head tipped back as I take every single inch of it.
“I’m going to fuck you just like this,” Dominic growls in my ear. “So everyone can see how well you take it. How your pussy grips my cock like it wants it to stay there.”
He holds onto my hips and starts moving, thrusting up in short bursts that have his dick hammering against the most sensitive parts of me.
My mouth drops open as I take it. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure washing through me, and it feels amazing.
Xavier takes up a spot on the couch near us, playing with my breasts while they bounce. He pinches my nipples, twisting them just enough to cause little sparks of pain that make me whimper for more.
Tristan kneels down again, dragging his hands over my legs and thighs, keeping me grounded with his touch.
“You see?” Dominic says. “You see how we can’t get enough of you. It doesn’t matter how many times we do this. Or how many times we have you. We always want more. You make us fucking starving for it.”
I moan, both from his words and from the stimulation all three of them are giving me.
“He’s right,” Xavier agrees. “You make us fucking insatiable. And we wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“Xavier,” I gasp, reaching for him. He snags my hand and brings it down between his legs.
“Feel what you do to me. Feel how much I want you.”
I feel it, the hard ridge of his cock in his pants. My fingers fumble for his zipper, and Xavier catches on quick, helping me to get his cock out.
Dominic keeps snapping his hips up, fucking into me, and I wrap my fingers around Xavier’s cock, feeling the velvety soft skin over the rock hard flesh of him. I drag my hand over his shaft and then up, rubbing my palm along the head.
He hisses through his teeth, his hips bucking like he wants more.
Tristan trails kisses along my thighs, and my head is just full of the three of them. They’re practically worshipping me with their hands, their mouths, their cocks.
It’s like being caught in a feedback loop of desire, where every time one of us wants, the rest compensate to make it happen. All I feel is arousal and pleasure, and I lose myself to it gladly.
My eyes close and I tip my head back, moaning Dominic’s name. My fingers tighten around Xavier’s shaft, and he curses under his breath, pinching a nipple in retaliation.
“Oh god,” I gasp. “You have no idea. How good you make me feel. No one’s ever—” My words get choked off when Dominic hits that spot so good, and my body trembles, pleasure rocking through me.
Distantly, I’m aware of a sound at the door, and my eyes open. I try to make myself focus, and I should be worried about what it is, but I’m half drunk on pleasure and desire.
The doorknob twists and the door opens, and I stare right into Wesley’s eyes as he walks into the room.
He’s on autopilot clearly, looking at the room at large before he realizes what he’s seeing.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he says in shock.
I stare at him, frozen in the moment.