Chapter 2 #2
But I was helpless to do anything as Cash’s eyes held mine. The maelstrom of sensation that washed through me had me leaning harder against the doorframe to keep myself upright. My breasts felt painfully heavy and I didn’t need to look to know how tight my nipples had gotten.
And I was wet.
Incredibly wet.
If I hadn’t been completely ensnared in the beautiful man’s dangerous hold, I would have melted into a puddle of shame then and there, because he had to know what was happening to me.
My body shook as it demanded relief, but I was helpless to do anything. I could barely breathe, and I was sure it wouldn’t matter that I couldn’t move because I was going to pass out soon enough.
I was just so damn hot.
I expected him to tell me to go, or at the very least, stop Sage and cover up their nakedness and then try to laugh off the awkward moment.
But no, he didn’t do any of those things. Instead, he watched me for several beats, then his big hand was sliding over Sage’s backside.
Gently.
Reverently.
I was entranced as he slid his palm up Sage’s back, then over his shoulder.
I shuddered because I could feel his touch. The phantom sensation caused my skin to light up with heat and pulses of energy.
Cash’s hand caressed Sage’s shoulder for a moment, then moved lower. I held my breath in anticipation of where it would stop.
And nearly cried out when it did.
My nipples reacted almost painfully at the sight of Cash flicking his fingers over one of Sage’s nipples.
It was hard to see exactly what he was doing, since Sage’s position didn’t allow for the best view, but it was enough to have my imagination working overtime.
I tried to ignore my body telling me to follow through on the silent order my brain was sending it to turn around and go back into the bathroom, but the need was just too great.
I could feel my face heating as the hand I had resting on my belly moved on its own accord.
To my breast.
God, it was so wrong.
And I didn’t care.
All I cared about was easing the ache inside of me.
Electricity rocketed through my body and centered right between my legs the second I touched my nipple.
I managed not to cry out, but I couldn’t stop myself from pinching the turgid flesh.
My eyes were locked on Cash’s and I saw his nostrils flare and his dark eyes went impossibly darker.
His free hand closed over the back of Sage’s head and he held him in place as he began lifting his hips up to drive his cock deeper into Sage’s waiting mouth.
His other hand continued to play with Sage’s nipple, and when he moved his fingers to the other side of Sage’s chest, I did the same.
Despite the fact that several feet separated us, I was completely enthralled. When Cash’s hand moved over Sage’s body, my hand moved over mine. And when it moved lower, I wanted to cry in relief.
I used my free hand to push the towel away.
It pooled around my feet, but I didn’t notice or care.
The hand I was using to toy with my nipples slowly began dragging my shirt up while my free hand searched out the soft lace of my underwear.
Cash’s jaw hardened just a little and then he was doing something I wasn’t prepared for.
He curled his fingers into Sage’s hair and forced him to lift his head. Sage moaned at the rough treatment, but the second Cash’s mouth slammed down on his, Sage’s hands were closing over Cash’s upper arms.
The sight of the two men consuming each other took away the last shred of resistance that was digging around in my head.
They were just so beautiful together. I could practically feel their skin against mine, their heated breaths mingling over my mouth as they urged me on, the rough pads of their fingers skating over my body.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
I thought he was talking to me at first, but he wasn’t.
Though he very well could have been, since I’d closed my eyes the second I’d slid my hand between my legs.
I forced my lids open at the exact moment Sage turned his head to follow Cash’s gaze.
He gasped and jerked back when he saw me, but didn’t make it far because Cash’s hold was unforgiving.
“Look what you do to her,” he practically snarled at Sage, then he kissed him hard.
His hand wrapped around Sage’s cock and stroked.
Sage let out a soft cry and then his fingers were digging into Cash’s arm as he began fucking the other man’s hand.
The sight was my undoing and I began rubbing myself through my underwear.
My very damp underwear.
“Whose hand do you think she’s pretending that is?” Cash asked Sage.
The fact that he was talking about me only served to drive me higher and I rubbed myself harder, focusing most of the pressure on that round little nub of flesh that I knew was the key to finding relief.
“Yours, Sir,” Sage said, his voice sounding rusty.
The “Sir” part should have bothered me, but instead, it had me moaning and I quickly pulled my hand up long enough so that I could work it beneath the waistband of my underwear.
The sensation of skin on skin had my whole body lighting up with fiery sensation and I couldn’t stop the whimpers that fell from my lips.
I tried to keep my attention on the men, but the white-hot pleasure that was starting to consume me made it impossible to keep my eyes open.
But I could hear them.
God, how I could hear them.
“Where’s your hand?” Cash asked Sage.
Sage didn’t answer, but he did groan.
“It’s on that beautiful nipple, isn’t it, baby?”
“Ye… yes,” Sage ground out.
My hand automatically flexed on my breast and I pinched my nipple hard, imagining it was Sage’s fingers.
“And your mouth? Where’s your mouth?”
“Everywhere,” Sage breathed.
“Her lips?”
“Yes.”
“Her tight little nipples.”
“Yes,” Sage practically cried.
“Her warm pussy?”
Sage and I moaned at pretty much the same time. I began stroking my clit harder and harder and my fingers pinched at my nipple. I bucked my hips up to fuck my hand as Cash’s deep, melodic voice continued.
“Where are my fingers, baby?”
When Sage didn’t answer, I opened my eyes and slowed my hand enough so that I could focus. Sage was staring at Cash, his mouth open, his eyes burning with need.
“Where are they?” Cash repeated, his voice hard.
“Inside me,” Sage ground out. “Please, Sir.”
I watched in disbelief as Cash wetted two fingers on his free hand and then moved them to Sage’s ass.
I couldn’t see what was happening, but I didn’t need to.
Sage cried out a moment later. His fingers dug into the arm Cash had pressed against his chest – the one that was expertly stroking Sage’s dick.
“Is she hot and wet around your fingers, baby?” Cash asked as he worked Sage between both his hands. Sage was completely strung out, his body writhing uncontrollably.
“Yes!” Sage called out.
Sage’s eyes were closed, but Cash’s weren’t.
They were on me.
And I knew what he wanted.
I obeyed.
God help me, I had no choice but to obey.
I wanted nothing more in that moment than to obey.
I maneuvered my hand in my underwear enough so that I could push one of my fingers into my body.
I was so wet that it took next to no effort to do it and there wasn’t more than a bit of pressure and a slight burning sensation that disappeared within seconds.
The sensation of being filled for the first time was uncomfortable at first, but it didn’t last, not with Sage’s moans driving me on.
I began fucking myself with my finger and gasped at the sensation that flooded me.
It took little effort to add a second finger and I relished in how full I felt.
“Stroke her clit, baby. She’s close.”
I could practically feel Sage’s blunt fingertip pressing against that mysterious bundle of nerves. I actually had to open my eyes to make sure it wasn’t him because everything felt so very real in that moment. At some point, my body had stopped being mine.
And I loved it.
Because all I had to do was feel.
“Please,” Sage whispered. His glassy eyes were on me as Cash worked his body. I could see Cash’s right arm moving at almost the same pace as his left, which meant he was fucking Sage’s ass with the same rhythm he was fucking Sage’s dick.
I matched my moves to his. The coil inside of me began to grow tighter and tighter as I clung to Sage’s gaze.
He was a gorgeous man, but in that moment, I’d never seen him or anyone look as beautiful.
His eyes were bright with something I couldn’t name, his trembling body was covered in sweat, his hair was in disarray, and he was completely at Cash’s mercy.
He had no control whatsoever.
And I’d never seen anyone look so free.
I should have felt like an intruder. I should have felt like they were using me to get off. I should have been horrified by my own behavior.
But I wasn’t.
The only thing I was regretting in that moment was that I wasn’t on my knees in front of Sage. That it wasn’t really his fingers buried deep inside my body as we both knelt in front of Cash.
As we took the pleasure he was giving us permission to feel.
“Just feel, sweetheart,” I heard Cash say softly and I forced my eyes open, not sure when I’d closed them. And it was as I’d suspected.
The words had been for me.
I held his gaze as I began pumping my fingers in and out of myself. I let go of everything else but the two men who were watching me like nothing else existed in their world.
God, how I wanted that.
I cried out as the orgasm unexpectedly slammed into me with all the finesse of a freight train.
I couldn’t stop trying to jam my fingers deeper into my body as my inner muscles spasmed around the digits.
Fire raced along all my nerve endings and I closed my eyes as the sensation consumed my entire being.
I was racked with uncontrollable jolts of pleasure that threatened to send me to my knees.
I was dimly aware of a hoarse shout. I managed to open my eyes in time to see Sage’s face twist into a mask of blissful agony as ropes of semen began shooting from his dick.
It hit Cash’s arm, Sage’s chest, and even his chin before it slowed and began seeping from the head and down over Cash’s hand.
Sage fell so that he was on all fours as Cash continued to gently pump his dick.
His fingers were still buried between the globes of Sage’s ass.
My own climax began to slow enough that rational thought began to return.
And along with it, horror.
Absolute and utter horror.
Because I had no doubt the picture I must have made.
One hand still gripping my breast through my shirt, other hand buried in my underwear, in me…
“Oh God,” I whispered as I pulled my fingers free of my body.
“Daisy,” Sage began, but I shook my head.
What did I do?
My eyes shifted to Cash and I hated the curl of disappointment I felt when I saw him frown.
What the ever-loving fuck? Why was I upset at the prospect of disappointing him?
The unexpected emotion served only to anger me more.
Cash carefully pulled his fingers free of Sage’s body and released his dick. Sage let out a little grunt, then he was climbing to his feet. He ignored the sticky white fluid that clung to his body and yanked his pants up.
“God, Daisy—” he began, but that was as far as he got because there was a sharp rap on the door.
All three of us froze and stared at the door. It would have been comical if it hadn’t been so eye-opening.
How long had the outside world even disappeared for as we’d taken our pleasure in one another?
“Um, it’s the manager,” a voice on the other side called. “I got a message that the young lady in the room next door needs her door unlocked.”
None of us moved for several long seconds. Both Sage and Cash were watching me, Sage with complete and utter confusion and Cash with that damn disappointment.
“This didn’t happen,” I muttered, more to myself than them.
I bent down and snatched the towel off the floor.
I wiped my fingers – the ones that had just moments ago brought me an epic climax that only existed between the pages of the raunchiest of romance novels – and wrapped it around my waist. I shoved past Sage and hurried out the door.
“Yes, that’s me,” I said as I practically ripped the thing open. The manager’s mouth opened into a wide O at the sight of me, but I ignored him and hurried from the room, hoping like hell he’d follow.
He did.
But he wasn’t the only one.
“Daisy, wait,” Sage said.
The manager was caught between us as Sage rushed shirtless from his room and stopped by my door.
“Open it, please,” I implored the manager. He quickly did my bidding, then stepped back. I went to grab the knob, but Sage stopped me.
“Daisy, we need to talk about this.”
“No, we don’t,” I bit out, then tore my hand free of his.
Because those damn sparks were still there.
“Miss, everything okay?” the manager asked.
“It’s fine,” Sage bit out, his desperation turning to anger. The manager took several steps back.
“I’m fine,” I told the older man. “You can go.”
The last thing I needed was Sage to scare the guy enough that he’d call the cops or something.
The manager hesitated, then left.
“Daisy,” Sage began, but I put up my hand.
“No,” I whispered. “Please, Sage, if you care about me, you’ll pretend this didn’t happen. You’ll let me pretend this didn’t happen.”
I could see he was torn, so I used it to my advantage. “I have to go,” I murmured. I didn’t give him a chance to object. I merely stepped past him and shut the door behind me. The lock engaging sounded almost deafening to my own ears, but I also welcomed it for what it meant.
I was back in my sanctuary.
In the place where it was just me and my sometimes too-loud thoughts.
It was exactly where I was supposed to be.
Even if a little part of me wanted to be somewhere else entirely.