Chapter 43
FINLEY
“I swear to God, Tina, you can see what I had for breakfast!” I look in the mirror and smooth down the length of the scrap of white chainmail draped around my body.
“It covers your tits and your ass, Babe. You’re decent.” Bumping her hip with mine, she fixes her boobs in her white, backless dress.
While mine hangs loose, skimming the peaks of my breasts and the curve of my butt, hers is molded to her curvy body. The deep, structured V dips to the top of her waist so that her ample boobs are perfectly showcased in all their boobilicious glory.
“Shake your ass,” she tells me, grabbing our glasses of champagne.
I take mine, and we toast, stepping into our heels before I do as she told me.
“And that right there,” she points at the string of my thong along the top of my hip, “is why you can’t wear underwear.”
“No way. I am not going out there into the world without my panties.” I try to tug the string higher, but it’s so uncomfortable I have to pry my thong from between my labia.
“Sweetie, they’re barely there, anyway, and if anything, it’ll drive those men of yours crazy. Trust me.” Giving her hair one last pass with the hot brush to get it perfectly sleek, she dabs on a little more of her dark red lipstick and turns to me. “Take ’em off, Amish.”
Shoot! I attempt another wiggle without showing off my one piece of lingerie, a nude lace thong with mini pearls dotted on the front.
“What if I trip and—”
“Dude, you have two strong-ass hockey players to hold you up all damn night. The only way your ass is going to hit the floor is if they want you down there. Ya know?” She gives me a lewd smirk, punctuated by a waggle of her manicured brows.
She’s right. Eli and Jayden aren’t going to let me fall.
“Just imagine…” She croons, leaning her back against my side with a long, exaggerated gulp of her wine.
“You’re all sweaty and hot, on the dance floor, bumping and grinding, and one of your guys strokes his hand up your leg and finds you commando…
Imagine how fucking spicy getting fingered on the dance floor would be.
A whole new meaning to ‘Happy New Year.’”
“Oh my God, Christina… stop!” I’m flushing at the memory of Eli touching me at the Christmas party. The more I think about it, the warmer my core throbs.
With a filthy grin and cluck of her tongue, she continues, “Five, four, three, two, one, and oh sweet, sweet cumstickles…”
I shimmy the thong down my legs, and when I crouch down to pick it up and buckle my clear sandals around my ankles, I can’t help but giggle at how indecent it feels to not be wearing panties.
Jayden’s going to lose his mind. Eli’s going to be speechless and totally turned on by it.
“Yes, sister,” Christina giggles as I throw my thong into the laundry case. “Those men are gonna die.
Die. Diiii—fuck…”
I spin towards the opening of the dressing area as Christina chokes beside me to find Eli sauntering my way with Jayden following behind him. Eli’s eyes are wide like saucers, roving up and down my body to the sound of JJ’s low whistle.
But my Lord, they’re a sight to behold in their all-white attire.
Eli is in a thin linen shirt that gives a teasing hint of the fit real estate underneath the fabric.
The sleeves are rolled up his muscly forearms, and the buttons are open to the middle of his chest with the tails tucked in snug to accentuate the lithe lines of his physique.
All the way to his narrow waist, where his matching linen pants hang low and perfectly tailored to his thick thighs, down to the turn-ups at his ankles.
While he’s wearing white suede loafers to match, JJ’s got crisp white tennis shoes on with fitted white slacks cut off at his ankles and a tight white polo shirt that should be illegal on his tanned brawn.
The buttons are all open, and his arms look big and bulging, stretching the short sleeves with the same hulking exquisiteness as the light cotton pulled taut across his shoulders and chest.
God bless whoever came up with the white dress code because they look like gods, ready to burn up the damn earth with their swagger.
“And this is my cue to go,” Christina whispers out of the side of her mouth, giving my hand a squeeze while she adds, “Leave you pretty people to bump uglies.”
With a quick fluff of my polished waves, she gives me a wink. “Make ’em work for it.”
I’m giggling—nervously, deliriously—as JJ and Eli stop in front of me. The mix of their colognes is the perfect mouthwatering balance of sweet and spice, earthy and airy, with a hint of citrus that has me shivering when I inhale deeply.
My skin crackles with anticipation when JJ circles me. His front skims along my back, and I whimper at the minuscule contact. A whisper of fabric breathing on my spine.
“Fuck, Lucky, maybe we shouldn’t leave this room,” he rasps into my ear.
“That dress is unforgivable, Fin,” Eli adds, fingertips ghosting up the cut edge of the slit—from the middle of my thigh to the top of my hip.
I’m trembling everywhere when he closes the space between us and pushes me flush into Jayden with his strong body.
Jayden’s warm hand flattens to the small of my back, slipping beneath the low cowl of the chainmail to grope my ass.
Yes. God, yes.
Their touch is life. The scratch of their calloused fingers is divine, and the only work I can think about right now is how long it would take us to get naked. How loud they can make me moan. How fast and deep they can get inside me.
“Jesus Christ,” Jayden mutters when his hand slips lower and he finds me bare. “You really don’t want to leave this room, do you?”
With a shaky exhale, I suck my lip into my mouth, keeping from answering, because no, I don’t want to go anywhere.
I want them to devour me. But yes, I want to go to that party.
I want to drive them crazy with the thought that I am naked beneath this dress.
I want to rile them up so goddamn feral that they’ll decimate me.
“I see,” JJ growls into my ear, pushing his fingers through my folds at the same time as Eli cups my pussy.
“And you were talking about getting our girl nice and wet…” The guttural rake of Eli’s voice splinters my senses; I’m doubly aware of every move they make. Every touch. Every breath.
And then, JJ teases my entrance—one fingertip, two fingertips—scissoring me open while Eli runs his thumbnail along my clit.
“When did you get drenched, Baby?” Jayden asks, brushing my hair over my left shoulder while he continues murmuring into my ear, “When you decided to taunt us with your bare cunt? When we walked in here with every intention of driving you wild, of leaving you on edge all damn night? Or was it when we touched you?”
“All—” I swallow as he pushes his fingers deeper inside me, and Eli follows. “—of the above.”
“You’re dripping, Fin,” Eli groans, canting his lips closer to mine. “Down our fingers, all over our hands…”
“Eli…” My hands anchor on his hips, trying to steady myself when Jayden pulls his fingers out of me and steps back.
“Come, sweet girl,” Eli rumbles, spearing deeper as he ambles backward, using his fingers inside me to guide me with him. “Climb on,” his order comes as he sinks down onto the green velvet chaise.
I straddle his spread thighs, and when he hooks his finger in the necklace he gave me and tugs my lips to his, my core is left exposed to JJ.
My juices drip down my thighs with every pump of Eli’s fingers. He’s working me into a heated frenzy. My pulse, my blood, my breath, they’re all burning with my need.
I’m losing my mind, chasing the thrust and grind of his fingers, when Jayden steps behind me. He flips the back of my dress up and spanks me down onto Eli’s hand.
“That’s it, Baby. Stretch that tight cunt on our man’s fingers,” Jayden grunts, teasing my entrance wider with one of his fingers while Eli adds another.
I’m so full that I whimper when his other hand wraps around my throat, stroking up to my jaw. He tilts my head back into his hard stomach, canting my face up to his, then removes his finger from inside me. Hazel eyes glint with promise as he slowly lifts his hand into sight.
My body tightens with a gasp at the soft purple toy in his hand—a smooth horseshoe with two bulbous notches on either end.
“If you’re gonna drive us wild, Lucky, it’s only fair we return the favor. No?” That goddamn smirk dries my mouth when he lowers the toy to my lips. “Suck. I want it dripping like your pretty cunt.”
Eli’s fingers ease out of my pussy, spreading my juices to my asshole while JJ pushes the toy into my mouth, fucking my tongue with it. Each sphere is filled with small, weighty balls that roll inside the silicone with every suck and swirl of my tongue.
Meanwhile, Eli’s slick finger circles my puckered flesh, teasing my hole with the slightest pressure as my pussy clenches on a needy pant.
“You like our man playing with your ass, Baby?” JJ grinds out the question at the same time the unmistakable bulge of his groin presses to my back.
“God, yes,” I choke around the toy as Eli’s fingertip breaches my hole.
“Feels good, right?” Jayden edges the toy out and pushes the other end into my mouth at the same torturous pace as Eli sinks all the way inside me. “His thick finger claiming your ass.”
“Yes,” I cry, holding his stare.
“Wait until you have his big cock inside you. So fucking deep you’ll forget your name when you come for him.” His eyes darken, flicking to Eli’s when he grinds out a low curse.
Eli thrusts in and out of my tight hole, his face nuzzling between my trembling breasts. Then he bites—hard—pulling my tender flesh so he’ll leave a mark for everyone to see. I’m barreling toward the point of no return when he pulls off with a wet pop and eases out of my ass.
“You don’t get to come just yet, Angel.” He licks over the pulsing bruise he’s left behind.
“Eli, please. Please, Love…”
Jayden chuckles darkly, taking the toy out of my mouth and drooling his own spit all over each end.
“Nah-ah,” Eli rumbles. “You only get to come when and how we want.”
“Shit,” I whine when JJ brings the toy to my pussy, feeding it slowly inside my aching entrance.
“By the time we fuck you tonight, you’ll be so goddamn desperate that you won’t care what hole we use,” Eli says, nipping that pulsing spot again.
“Maybe we’ll use every hole. Fill you up in every way. You want that, Baby? You want to be our pretty cumslut?” JJ taunts, guiding the other end of the toy to my asshole while Eli sucks at my nipple, the chainmail biting at my hard nub with every pull.
“Yes. Yes, yes…” I sob, clawing my nails into Eli’s shoulders at the overwhelming push-pull—my pussy clamping on one end while JJ presses the other into my hole.
“Such a good girl,” Jayden coos. “Deep breath, Fin. Relax.”
Drawing in a deep breath, I hold it, focusing on my erratic pulse for a handful of beats before I release it along with all the tension I can uncoil from my muscles. And like it was made for Jayden’s brand of torture, my body opens up. Pulling the toy deep inside my ass.
“Fuck,” I spit when the two ends press together through my walls.
The throb of my pussy and the clench of my ass create an agonizing push and pull that wrenches all my insides tight.
With deliberate ease, Jayden smoothes my dress back over my ass.
His arm coils around my waist, and with a languid kiss to my neck, he lifts me off Eli’s lap and onto my unsteady feet.
As if the heels weren’t already a balancing act, my ankles balk when the toy bears down, and my body tightens around it.
“How does that feel, Baby?” he asks, spinning me to the mirror so I get a good look at my flushed, pent-up reflection in his arms.
His eyes are locked on mine as Eli goes to the bathroom.
“Talk to me, Fin.” JJ carefully fixes my waves back into place, smoothing them down. “Tell me how it feels.”
Desperate tears prick my eyes. “Like you’re trying to kill me with your torturous game.”
A grin cuts his face, reminding me of what he told Eli earlier: I’ve only played nice till now.
I have a feeling that’s changing tonight. And I’m dying for it, for him…
“Just know—” Jayden tells me, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
He taps it a few times out of my sight, and as a bassy beat fills the room, the toy comes to life inside me.
“—I’m right there with you. You’re killing me, too.
The thought of your bare, soaked cunt is going to ruin me all fucking night, until I get to ruin you. ”
The raspy voice croons on and on about killing me softly with fingers and words, and God, the vibrations hit so deep that tears flood my eyes.
“You just couldn’t wait, could you?” Eli chuffs, shaking his head at our man as he saunters over. Hands in his pockets, a dark glint in his eyes that makes Jayden’s grin appear all too soft.
Pausing in front of me, he grasps my face in his hands. His thumbs catch my tears before they skitter down my cheeks.
“You wear that dress, all naked underneath, and I’m going to make sure you know who you belong to every time another man glances your way.” Eli’s stare roves down my body.
Fuck.
He licks his lips as I squirm at the vibration, swaying on my feet.
“Every head that turns to you. Every stare that covets what’s ours…
” He glances behind me at JJ, pouty lips hitching to a taunting smirk as he continues, “You’re gonna know about it, Angel, and you’re going to feel just how fucking crazy… how unhinged we feel about it.”
His cocked stare meets mine, punctuating his words along with the buzz of the baseline to the song still playing.
Yeah, they’re killing me. And there’s nothing softly about it.
Fuck.