Chapter 20 #2
“Can we have less involvement from the occupants of the cheap seats,” Kit mutters back. “How do you want to proceed, sweetheart? Do you want me to call the others in here?
I lick my lips, hesitating for just a moment before I tug him down for another kiss. My core is still pulsing with desire, and I’d like nothing more than for him to fill me up right now. But there’s another desire battling its way to the surface. One that I can’t ignore.
“I don’t want to have to choose,” I say.
“I don’t want to have to direct anyone or choose what’s going to happen to me next.
” Squirming slightly, it hits me that I probably should have said all of this before we began.
But it wasn’t until we started that the urges rose up inside me.
They’re unfamiliar. I’ve always been in charge and in control—when it comes to general life as well as the bedroom.
But all the people I’ve been with before have been a couple of nights at best. I’d never trust them enough to fully let my guard down.
It’s different with these guys. I don’t know exactly why, but even after not knowing most of them all that long, I feel like we understand each other. I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t trust them.
Am I planning on testing the boundaries of that trust tonight? Maybe.
Am I also tired to a level I’ve never experienced before? Oh absolutely.
I’m feeling a lot better than I have in weeks, really, but there’s a lingering heaviness in my bones that feels like it’ll never go away.
I just don’t have it in me to work out where each of them should be and what they should be doing.
I don’t want to have to worry about one of them feeling left out or not getting what they want out of tonight.
“It might be horribly selfish,” I say to Kit. “But since tonight’s all about trying to get Noush back for me, I want someone else to take charge.” I’m watching his expression carefully as I say the words. I don’t know what I’m expecting, maybe for him to pull back or hesitate.
But this is Kit we’re talking about. Kit, who’s been my friend for years now. Who’s never balked at helping me before.
“If you think that’ll be a hardship for me, you’re mistaken, sweetheart,” he says.
“I might not be the best person for ordering you and the others around, but I know someone who would be.” His lips quirk up as he glances over his shoulder before turning back to me.
“Well, I know more than one ‘someone’ who would be interested in that, but I don’t think you’re ready for that. ”
Considering the men in the other room, I give Kit a little smile. In my experience so far, Aster’s definitely more interested in being led than leading—plus there’s the whole language barrier.
Which leaves one overprotective, mother hen of a mountain man who somehow manages to be sexy while warning you that you’ll catch your death by going around without socks.
“Torin?” I say.
“You know it,” Kit replies. “Finch has gone to fetch the other two. He’ll fill them in.”
So that I don’t have to find words for exactly what it is I want them to do to me.
My answering smile is grateful, and Kit just shakes his head before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.
He’s still positioned so that he’s hovering just over me, with my legs splayed out.
With careful movements, he presses his rapidly hardening cock to my clit and rolls his hips.
Wrapping my legs around his back, I urge him closer with a gasp.
“Let’s give them a show as they come in,” he says in a low voice, stretching forward to kiss me slowly. I shift my hips slightly and let out a stuttered moan as his cock nestles at my entrance before slipping past.
“Tease.”
He grins down at me. “You still want me inside of you, sweetheart? Even when the others are about to walk in at any moment? You think they’d like to see you tossing your head back as I fill you up.”
“Yesss,” I breathe. “Do that. Please.”
His eyes are smoldering as I gaze up at him and my slow brain cottons onto the fact that he likes that idea. I think Kit likes the idea of us being seen. Caught.
I’m very happy to play along with his fantasies.
“Only in front of them, though,” I whisper. “I don’t want to start getting naked in front of the rest of the crew.”
“Never, sweetheart,” he replies quickly. “The thought doesn’t do anything for me. Plus, I think Tor’s head would just about pop off.”
I let out a low chuckle that morphs into a moan as Kit finally puts me out of my misery and positions his cock at my soaked entrance. The tip of his cock slides in with ease and then he pauses, gazing down at me like he’s checking for any sign of discomfort.
“I’m good. Keep going,” I tell him.
He nods, pushing deeper and deeper until he’s filling me right to the hilt. We both let out twin moans. And then he shifts his hips, pulling out slowly before thrusting his hips experimentally. I suck in a sharp breath, biting my lip to stifle another moan.
“It’s all right. Let them hear you,” he says, thrusting deep again. But before I can take a breath, he’s kissing me again. I slip one hand around his neck, keeping him close so I can chase his lips with mine. He groans against my mouth, slowing his pace to torture us both some more.
“Gods, you feel even better than I ever could have imagined.” Kit kisses me again. “I can just tell you’re going to milk me dry.”
Oh shit, he’s trying to destroy me.
I reach down with my free hand and rub my clit, sweat already forming at the small of my back as Kit doesn’t let up. He rolls his hips and my breasts bounce with every thrust as a wave of pure sensation goes through me.
“Can’t last when you feel this good,” he groans against my lips. “Come for me, sweetheart.”
He leans back so that he’s on his haunches, putting his hand over the top of mine on top of my clit and adding some much needed pressure. Watching him thrust in and out of me, his face a determined mask, is enough to push the first tendrils of pleasure into action.
“I’m going to come,” I gasp breathlessly.
“Yess.” His thrusts are harder now and even, enough to send me flying over the edge as a second orgasm takes me under.
My pussy pulsing around Kit is clearly too much for him. His hips jerk a couple more times and he lets out a Torin-worthy grunt as he comes inside me.
He’s panting as he pulls out and collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms despite us both being sweaty and a little sticky.
“Better than I ever could have dreamt,” he says.
“ARE YOU GOING TO HOG our girl or are you going to let the rest of us in on the cuddling?” Torin grumbles from somewhere behind me.
I lazily roll my head around to see Finch is back in his corner and the other two men have their eyes locked on me. I watch with a heated gaze as they strip off their shirts and trousers before descending on me like three starved beasts.
“So, you want us to take control, do you, sweetness?” Torin rumbles as he moves behind me, drawing me up and sliding into the free space and then lowering me until I’m sitting in his lap.
He murmurs into my ear before kissing the delicate skin on my neck. “Do you want it so that you can’t see which of us is touching you? You can only focus on the sensations as we worship you?”
“Th-that sounds good.” My voice comes out soft and breathy, but I can tell he hears me by the way his arms tighten around me. Torin’s got both thick arms around my torso, one invisible hand cupping my breast and toying with my nipple while the other splays over my thigh.
“And your wrists? How would you feel about them being tied together so you can’t touch any of us, we can only touch you?” he continues.
I shudder as he voices the things I couldn’t find the words for. “Yes,” I say. “I want to be entirely in your hands.”
“And at the very end, once we’ve wrung as many orgasms out of you as you can stand, Aster will try the transfer again.”
Nodding vigorously, he lets out a low chuckle against my cheek.
“If you need to stop,” Torin continues. “Or need a break, or it feels like it’s too much or hurts in a way you don’t like, just say the word.”
“All right,” I take in his words, but it’s difficult to focus as he spreads my thighs in front of Aster who’s on his hands and knees in front of me, eyes burning with desire. “Are you going to touch me now?”
Torin chuckles again, moving his hands over my arms before carefully pulling them behind my back. He then ties something silky soft around my wrists.
“Not quite yet,” he murmurs, tying another piece of butter soft material over my eyes, carefully plucking any wayward curls out of the way.
I’m left in the dark with the image of Aster’s face locked on mine etched into my brain. Not just his either. Two stormy grey eyes set apart from the rest bore into me, leaving me squirming worse than ever.
Seems like Finch has given up on covering his eyes. He’s watching too.
Torin slides his hands back to my thighs, spreading them even further apart. “You need to pick a word.”
“Hmm?”
“If you want us to stop,” he murmurs. “We should have done this before we started, but tell me you’re lucid enough to agree.”
“I agree,” I reply immediately. “Just... watch my right hip. It’s been aching recently. And if I want to keep going, I’ll ask you to. If I want you to stop, I’ll say stop.”
“Good girl,” he replies, sending another warm shiver through me. “And we can always pause if you just need a minute.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I say impatiently. “Now, if you’re done worrying, can one of you please touch me?”