Chapter 39 #2
Sawyer steps between my legs, his gaze dark, filled with an understanding that makes my pulse race.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?”
His fingers trace my inner thighs. I nod, breathless, and before I can say more, Reid’s hand grips my jaw, forcing my gaze to his.
“Words, Dakota,” he growls. “We need to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want this. I want all of you.”
The second the words leave my lips, something inside all three of them shifts. Sawyer’s grin is slow, wicked, and then he’s kissing me, deep and urgent, his hands gripping my thighs to spread me wider.
Reid’s mouth brushes along my shoulder, his teeth scraping gently as his hands slide up my ribcage. Clint presses kisses along the side of my neck, his palms warm against my stomach, fingers teasing the underside of my breasts.
Sawyer’s hands curl around my thighs, his breath hot against my bare skin as he murmurs, “Hold on, Dakota.”
I barely have a second to register his words before his mouth is on me, slow and devastating.
My head falls back, a moan spilling from my lips as Sawyer licks into me, his tongue teasing, exploring, before pressing deeper.
Clint swallows my gasp, his mouth slanting over mine, his kiss rough with hunger. Reid’s fingers find my nipple, rolling it between his fingertips, sending another jolt of pleasure racing through me.
Sawyer’s grip on my thighs digs in as he buries his tongue deeper, his pace increasing. His name is a broken sound on my lips.
He chuckles against me, the vibrations making my legs tremble, making me clutch at Clint and Reid for support as heat coils, building, threatening to consume me whole.
“You okay?” Reid murmurs. “You enjoying this?”
I can hardly get any words out. Sawyer has stolen the breath from my lungs.
Then he drags his tongue over me again, sending me right over the edge.
My body goes taut, pleasure slamming through me, shuddering apart in their arms.
Reid kisses my temple, murmuring something low and soothing, while Clint presses soft kisses along my jaw, grounding me as I come down.
Sawyer stands slowly, licking his lips, satisfaction gleaming in his dark eyes. He hooks his fingers beneath my knees, dragging me off the couch and into his arms.
The heat between us doesn’t fade. If anything, it grows hotter as Sawyer lays me gently onto the thick shag rug in front of the couch, his hands gliding over my body. But he’s not alone.
Reid is there in an instant, hovering over me, his lips crashing into mine as his body presses against me. His weight is solid, grounding, and the moment his hands skim my sides, I melt into him.
His mouth dips lower, trailing down my throat, over my collarbone, along the curve of my breast. He takes his time, his tongue flicking over my nipple, sucking it between his lips until a sharp cry leaves me.
I arch beneath him, desperate, needing more. Reid gives me exactly what I want. His hands slide lower, gripping my hips as he settles between my thighs.
There’s an intensity in the way he moves, a heat that builds between us. I gasp as he presses closer.
He groans against my skin. “You feel incredible, Dakota.”
My nails dig into his back as he moves, each shift sending waves of pleasure through me, building and consuming.
I barely register the change around me until I feel a hand in my hair, tilting my head back.
Clint.
His eyes are dark, pupils wide with desire as he kneels beside me. I bite back a soft sound as he gently guides my mouth toward him.
When I finally take him in, the breath he lets out is deep, shaky, his grip tightening in my hair. His hips flex, and I move with him, matching his rhythm, teasing him as I draw a low groan from his throat.
I feel the touch of Sawyer’s fingers, light and teasing, trailing across my skin, igniting every nerve. His touch is gentle, adoring.
My hand moves instinctively, wrapping around his length, slow at first, learning the way his body responds.
Sawyer’s breath catches, his muscles tensing beneath my touch as I grip harder, mirroring the rhythm around me.
Reid’s pace picks up, his thrusts deeper, harder, and I can feel the tension building, both of them surrounding me. Clint curses above me as I hollow my cheeks, working harder, feeling the pull of him.
My body tenses, the heat low and growing, ready to snap. Reid quickens, his thrusts pushing me closer to the edge. Clint groans above me as I push deeper, sucking harder, unraveling him in the way they’re unraveling me.
I feel them all, surrounding me, building, consuming.
The world blurs as Reid’s movements push me over the edge, the pleasure crashing through me. I shudder, my body left boneless beneath them, the world quieting around me.
Clint hisses my name, his hips jerking as I take him in, his release warm against my tongue. Sawyer curses under his breath, my strokes driving him closer until he tenses, a deep groan escaping him as he comes.
He watches me, his eyes dark as I lick my lips, satisfaction gleaming in his gaze.
Reid collapses beside me, his chest heaving, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along my stomach. Clint leans down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to my lips before settling next to me.
Sawyer takes his time now, his touch softer, gentler, as he runs his fingers through my hair.
I’m wrecked. Completely undone. But I barely have time to catch my breath before Reid’s fingers brush over me. I whimper, still shuddering from my last release, but he doesn’t stop—none of them do.
Sawyer’s hands are already on me again, firm yet tender, exploring, learning, worshiping. Clint’s lips are at my throat, sucking gently, just enough to leave a mark.
I gasp as Reid’s fingers slide inside me, finding that devastating spot that makes my toes curl.
“Too much?” Reid murmurs, but the wicked gleam in his eyes tells me he already knows the answer.
I shake my head, my breath coming in desperate pants. “Never.”
Clint groans at my words, gripping my chin, tilting my head to meet his lips in a deep, claiming kiss. His tongue teases mine, demanding yet thorough, while his hands slide lower, teasing my sensitive skin.
And Sawyer’s mouth is back between my thighs, his tongue tracing the path Reid’s fingers left behind.
The first slow stroke over me has me crying out, my hips jerking against his mouth, desperate for more. Pleasure builds inside me, an unstoppable force, too much and not enough all at once.
I try to move, to squirm, to find some reprieve, but Reid’s hand presses against my lower stomach, holding me still. Another orgasm crashes through me, sharp and sudden, leaving me breathless, my body trembling from the intensity.
By the end of the night, I know I’ll be destroyed in ways I’ve never experienced before.
And it’s just getting started.