Chapter 17 Willow #3
Hawk continues kissing down my neck, shuffling his body to shift down as he goes. He runs a finger along the low neckline of my nightdress, then tilts his head up as he asks, “May I?” I bite my lip and nod, watching as he pulls down my dress and exposes my breasts to him.
I don’t have much going on there, especially with how thin I am, but the way his eyes heat tells me he doesn’t feel the same. He squeezes one in his large hand, making me moan, then when he swipes a thumb across my nipple, I gasp as another bolt of desire hits me between the legs.
I’m learning so much about my body tonight. I had no idea there were so many erogenous zones.
Hawk leans closer and covers my breast with his mouth, sucking hard as his tongue caresses my nipple.
My hands fly to his head, holding him tightly as I cry out.
It’s the strangest sensation I’ve ever felt.
Both terribly arousing, sending wave after wave of lust to my core, but also so overstimulating that I almost want it to stop.
My stomach tightens as a strange, unfamiliar sensation spreads inside of me, almost like the pressure I feel when I need to pee.
“Relax,” Bo whispers in my ear, as if feeling my turmoil.
“Let us make you feel good.” He swirls a finger around my entrance, and I inhale sharply as I await him to press inside.
But it doesn’t come. And as I start to let my breath out, that’s when he does it, slipping his finger in before I even have the chance to tense up.
I realize he did that on purpose, and I’m grateful, as my core clenches his finger and we both moan. “So tight,” he whispers. “We’ll need to stretch you out.”
A whimper escapes me at that understanding of what he needs to stretch me out for is silently implied. I imagine him pushing his cock into me, and suddenly, I’m second-guessing holding back on cementing our bond.
When he starts to thrust his finger in and out of me, my upper arm flies back, gripping his head, the need to touch him uncontrollable.
The tightness in my core starts to expand, and I gasp.
“Can you take another finger, baby?” Bo whispers in my ear as he starts to press in a second one. I whimper, my hand tightening in his hair as he slowly works it in. Meanwhile, Hawk hasn’t stopped lavishing my breasts, bouncing back and forth with his hand and mouth between them both.
When Bo finally gets both fingers in me and pushes them all the way to his knuckles, he moves them in a tiny circle that drives me crazy. I start to thrust my hips against his hand, silently begging him for more.
“Mmm,” he moans in my ear, then chuckles as he runs his nose up the side of my neck. “You like that, do you?”
“Please!” I beg, my hips moving around in an uncoordinated effort to find what I need.
“What is it you want, little mate?” he asks before grazing his teeth over my neck, sending another bolt of need to my core.
I whimper and feel him smile against my skin.
With Hawk down at my chest, and Bo’s mouth on my neck, I tilt my head back, my eyes closed as I silently beg for him to give me more.
Gentle fingers caress my face, then soft lips touch mine, the tickle of a beard skating over my heated skin. Opening my eyes, I find Ronan’s beautiful green ones. It seems he’s moved around to lie above Hawk, aligning his head with mine.
“You didn’t answer his question,” he tells me. I scramble to remember what Bo asked, but it’s impossible to think straight with all three of them touching me. “He asked you what you want,” he reminds me.
A noise that’s half whimper, half annoyance leaves my lips, unsure how to answer that. “More,” I finally say, unsure what I need from them, only that the tightness is at a standstill, no longer growing, but also not going away.
“More what?” he prods, before kissing me again.
“I don’t know,” I say, looking at him with pleading eyes.
His eyes scan my face before he asks, “Are you aching, my tiny treasure?” I nod my head once as his fingers skate across my jaw and over my lower lip. “Do you need a release?”
“I-I don’t know what that means,” I confess as Bo slowly starts to pull his fingers out.
“Do you want to come on my fingers?” Bo asks, making me gasp. I’ve never heard of either of those phrases before, but I have a feeling I know what they both mean.
“You’re talking about an orgasm?” I ask, feeling the need to clarify that they aren’t talking about stopping what’s happening between us right now.
I never thought I’d ever know what one felt like. We’d always been told that only men have them. And suddenly I’m feeling sorry for every woman on the compound. I haven’t even had one yet, but if it’s half as pleasurable as this, then I know they’re missing out.
A smile tugs at Ronan’s lips, and he nods. “Yes, Willow. Have you ever had one before? From your own hand, perhaps?”
I shake my head. “Touching yourself was forbidden.”
His eyes darken, but it’s gone just as quickly when they turn heated. “Then we’ll get your first one.”
“We’ll get every one,” Hawk corrects before placing his mouth back on my breast.
Bo pushes his fingers back in, much faster this time, and I gasp. But this time, he doesn’t stop moving. He pulls them back and thrusts them in again. “Bo!” I cry, my hand tightening in his hair as my core starts to tingle.
“You like that, baby? You like when I fuck you with my fingers?” I whimper and Ronan starts to kiss me, telling me they don’t expect a response.
My hips start to thrust in time with Bo’s fingers, finding a rhythm that has that feeling inside me expanding so fast, I know I couldn’t stop it if I tried.
Suddenly, my body explodes with pleasure, making me cry out against Ronan.
It feels like lightning shoots through every inch of me, my body shaking as I lose complete control of myself.
The three of them continue to touch me through the whole thing until my body drains of all tension, sagging to the ground.
They seem to be able to tell it’s over as they start placing feather-soft kisses on my heated skin.
“You’re so beautiful,” Bo whispers from behind me.
“Your body is delectable,” Hawk says quietly, as he runs his nose up the side of my chest.
“You were perfect,” Ronan adds before I drift off into the deepest sleep of my life.