Chapter 3 #2
I bite my lip and wrap my fingers around his thickness. I grow wetter at the thought of taking him in my mouth again. Fuck, we’re never going to leave this room, and I’m pretty sure I’d be okay with staying locked away and fucking all day, every day for the rest of my life.
I turn my cheek and kiss below his pec.
“Aren’t you tired, trouble?” He cracks an eye and peers down at me.
“I’ve slept long enough, sir.”
His smile at the word sir makes me want to keep calling him that. That rush will fade probably. His attention will wane. I’m not what he wants long-term. The only one who’s talked about the future is Drew, and even that’s an unknown. We’re new and that’s always electric at first.
But right now, I’m surrounded by men and more than willing to have a few more orgasms before climbing into a bath.
I kiss down Wyatt’s abs, glancing up at him along the way. He blows out a harsh breath but otherwise remains still. He massages my scalp, making me want to curl back up on him.
When I scoot lower, Finn shifts with me, kissing my inner thigh a lot higher now. Every inch of me is aware of the skin brushing it. From my breasts on Wyatt to my arm on Dante to Finn’s chest on my leg. Yes, I’m sore from all the fucking last night, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want more.
I glance up at Wyatt’s face as I settle lower and kiss his stomach beside his cock.
His dark eyes meet mine and he tightens his hand in my hair. Something tugs deep inside me. I want him to make me do it. I smirk before kissing beside his cock again, rubbing my cheek against the smooth skin.
Finn sucks on the inside of my thigh, sending a jolt of lust through me. I want more, but he’s teasing me just like I’m teasing Wyatt. I lick Wyatt’s abs. His cock drags along the side of my tongue. I feel his sharp inhale below me.
Finn chuckles against my sensitive skin.
Using my hair, Wyatt lifts my head from his abs. Our eyes lock. “Stop fucking around, trouble, and suck my cock.”
“I’m enjoying what I’m doing, sir.” I run a finger along the thick vein on his cock.
His fist tightens in my hair and I wince at the pain, but I keep my eyes locked with his, challenging him. A trickle of pleasure rides the wave. I’ve wanted his attention too long, and now that I have it, I don’t want to let it go.
Wyatt pushes to sit up and takes his cock in his hand. Right next to my face.
“Good girls obey their master when he gives them a command.”
When Finn sucks higher, spreading my legs more, I gasp. It’s hard to remain fierce when someone is turning you on exponentially. If it was just Finn, it would be sweet and decadent. If it was just Wyatt, it would be fierce and possessive. Together it’s a layered feeling I can’t quite describe.
“Maybe I’m not a good girl.” I cock an eyebrow and bite my lip as Finn chuckles and nips at my inner thigh.
“Maybe you need me to teach you how to be your good girl.” The fire in his eyes sparks something wanton in me. Fuck, I want him to dominate me. To teach me how to be his good girl.
I try to push against his hold on my hair but he doesn’t release me.
“What are you going to do, trouble?” He strokes his cock, brushing the tip against my chin.
I wet my lips and forget to breathe when Finn slides his tongue along my slit. He pulls my hips down over his face. His lips, tongue, and teeth explore my pussy. I pant out a breath as he flicks his tongue against my swollen clit.
I want to be everything Wyatt needs, but right now, I’m drowning in my own desire.
“Open your mouth, pip. Let Wyatt lead.”
My gaze flicks to Dante as he leans back against the pillows. His heavy lids are barely open, but his hand strokes his cock as our eyes lock. My insides twist. I want to please Dante, but deny Wyatt. And Finn makes everything difficult as his finger eases into my pussy.
“Be my good girl, Sara.” Dante’s words break me.
I part my lips and slide them along Wyatt’s cock, moaning at how good he feels inside my mouth. Fuck, why do I resist what feels so fucking good? Wyatt goes easy on me for a few thrusts.
But everything turns a little more desperate, like somehow all of this will slip away from us. I don’t know what shifts the attitude, but Finn works me over as Wyatt thrusts so deep I gag around him.
Relaxing my throat, I take him deep again, swallowing around him, sucking, licking, aching for more. My insides tighten and explode as I come on Finn’s face. Wyatt fucks my mouth, guiding my head over him until he thrusts in deep and comes down my throat with a groan.
He lifts my head as I finish swallowing. His dark eyes hold me fixed in place as I breathe heavily from my own orgasm. There’s a challenge in his eyes and a warmth that makes me long to curl up on his lap and do anything to please him.
“Come here, pip.”
Wyatt smooths his hand over my tender scalp. Finn’s tongue pushes me over the edge one more time before he lifts me off his face. Dante holds his hand out to me and I crawl over to straddle his lap.
Dante threads his long fingers into my hair, rubbing my head until it falls onto his chest.
Fuck, that feels nice.
“How are you this morning, pip?”
“Good, boss. A little sore.” But what do they expect when they aren’t exactly average-sized guys?
“That bath is ready when you are.” Drew sits on the couch in the room, leaning back like he’s been enjoying the show, which knowing him, he has.
“Thank you.” I cough to get the frog out of my throat. Wyatt chuckles and runs his fingers down my side. I want to ask if we can just stay here. Stay holed up in this little space where I don’t have to pretend not to be fucking them. Stay where we can just hang out naked.
I turn back to Dante and he cups my cheek, searching my eyes with an intensity that makes me shiver.
“Let’s take a bath, pip.”