Esme
In a daze, I felt myself being lifted. Parker placed me in the center of the ginormous bed. His huge body pressed along my side, his hands everywhere. Trying to focus through the fog of not one but three rapid orgasms that Malcolm had so selflessly given me in the span of as many minutes—and the added need for more, more, more—I blinked up at Parker in time for his mouth to crash down on mine.
He cupped the side of my face, his fingers so big they spanned down my neck, into my hair, his thumb tipping my chin at the exact angle he wanted. With every press of his mouth to mine, he grew more demanding, but I didn’t have the brain power to pretend I knew what I was doing. Kissing wasn’t something I’d ever practiced. The only people I trusted enough to try were Amelia and my guards.
For obvious reasons, Astro and Otto were off-limits. Big ick. They were like older brothers. And unlike my sister, whom I was sure I hated at this point, I liked Astro and Otto. As for Amelia, she was my one true friend. I didn’t want to risk that just to experiment with a little kissing.
Cool air teased over my skin, and I realized my dress was gone, leaving me in nothing but my lacy black bodysuit that had rolled up to my ribs. Even that little bit of fabric annoyed me. I wanted to be skin-to-skin with my daddies.
I felt the tug before the sound of ripping cloth distracted me. Whimpering, I looked up at Malcolm as he tore the bodysuit from me. If spontaneous combustion were real, I was sure I would have become its next victim as I took in all those tight muscles working to destroy the material that I wanted gone. His dark eyes filled with dread when he realized what he’d done and the sound I’d made.
But before I could assure him I wasn’t scared, the golden lion crawled up the bed toward me. Completely naked. Muscles flexing. A matching tattoo half sleeve on his arm like his friends. Fuck, he was beautiful. Did he think I would so easily forgive him just because he crawled to me on his hands and knees?
Breaths expelled from him in rapid bursts, his thick cock bobbing between his toned legs. He moved with the confidence of a king as he moved up my body. My toes curled into the mattress, a needy whine escaping my throat.
Maybe. I would definitely think about maybe forgiving him, because the sight of him like that, with remorse and lust shining from his eyes as he came closer and closer? That was one of the best apologies I’d ever gotten in my life, and he hadn’t even uttered a single “I’m sorry” yet.
“Don’t be frightened, little one,” Parker soothed, turning my head back so he could kiss me again. “We would never harm you.”
“I’m not scared,” I panted, chasing his kiss. “That was hot. I like when he’s all growly and destructive. Malcolm?”
“Right here, baby girl,” he nuzzled against my neck, sliding his hand over my belly and between my legs, teasing my clit. “Keep kissing Parker, and let Benson lick up all this sweetness. They’re going to get you ready for us.”
Scruff chafed the insides of my thighs. I tangled my fingers in Benson’s curls as he speared me with his tongue. His deep groan sent little electrical currents zapping through my clit. “You didn’t say she tasted this good, man. Honey mixed with something citrusy. Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”
One thick finger pushed into me, causing the world to narrow around me. My blissed-out scream bounced off the walls, every muscle in my body clenching down hard before another release shuddered through me.
“She’s so damn sensitive. That’s number four, and we haven’t even gotten inside her yet.” Benson kissed my thigh then licked up my dripping slit. “You want a hit of this, Parker?”
“I want inside her,” Parker groaned.
As if they were of one mind, Benson rolled aside, letting his friend take his place between my spread legs. Malcolm was busy worshipping the top half of my body, his giant hands taking such tender care as he stroked his fingers down my ribs, around my navel, and up between my breasts. He brushed his thumbs lightly over my nipples before his hot mouth took one into his mouth.
There wasn’t a part of me that wasn’t hyperaware of the three sex gods twisting my body into a horny mess. Benson said I was sensitive, but I never had been before. Until they put their hands on me, I’d thought part of me might have been broken. Before, my body felt chilled, on mute. But now, I realized it had just been locked away.
Waiting on my daddies.
Grasping my chin, Benson kissed me. I was so distracted by the way his tongue curled around mine and I got a secondhand taste of myself, I didn’t think about what Parker was doing. Rough, callused hands grabbed my hips, and in the next moment, a burn rushed through me, tearing a whimper from my throat at the unexpected shot of pain.
“Christ!” Parker bellowed, pulling back until only the tip of his cock was still inside me.
He seemed to hold his breath as we all looked down at where he was connected to me. Cream and blood were smeared along his shaft. I felt wet and sticky, droplets dripping down my ass and pooling on the white sheet beneath.
“Ah fuck, that’s pretty,” Parker groaned, his tone full of reverence.
“She’s a virgin.” Malcolm’s voice had gone all hoarse and growly again, causing my entire body to tremble. I loved that sound so much. All the blood seemed to have drained from his face as soon as he caught sight of the blood, but I could see awe in his dark eyes. Adoration.
And maybe something else.
No, . Stop it. Don’t even let that thought take root. That’s not what you think it is. There’s no way he…or any of them… Just, no. They couldn’t possibly lo—
“We’re her first,” Benson muttered, his eyes dropping to mine, thankfully distracting me from the thoughts racing through my head, making my heart beat faster. Harder. Something flared in his depths. Need. Possession. That same obsession that had been in Malcolm’s earlier.
I refused to believe the chaos of emotions swirling around my mind, but seeing how intense he was in that moment, how his entire body strained to get closer, I allowed myself to bask in his attention for the moment.
Love so soon wasn’t possible. Even if my heart wept for them, I wasn’t stupid enough to allow myself to hope or even dream of a future. We had one night together, and I was going to soak up every moment of it. But that was all this could be.
One night.