Chapter 2 #2
His mouth claims mine. Luca’s hands explore my body with bold confidence. When James’s lips trail down my neck, I arch into the touch.
“God, you’re responsive,” Luca murmurs, his hand skimming up my inner thigh. “I love that.”
From his chair, Leo makes a low sound. “Look at her. Fucking stunning, sweetheart.”
James’s mouth descends to my breast. I cry out. His tongue circles my nipple, teasing, before his lips close around it and suck.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“That’s it,” Leo says from his chair. “Let us hear you.”
Luca’s fingers brush higher up my thigh. Teasing. Almost there but not quite.
“Please,” I hear myself say.
“Please what?” Luca asks, that playful grin back.
“Touch me.”
“We are touching you, beautiful.”
“You know what I mean.”
His grin widens. “Say it. Tell us exactly what you want.”
Oh God.
“Touch my...” I can’t.
“Your what?” He’s enjoying this.
“You’re evil.”
“That’s not what I want to hear.”
James lifts his head. “Don’t torture her, Luca.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
“Touch my clit,” I finally manage, face flaming. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.”
His fingers find exactly where I need them.
I nearly shoot off the bed.
“Fuck,” Leo groans from his chair. “Look at her.”
Luca works me with skilled fingers while James’s mouth does wicked things to my breasts. I’m drowning. Lost in it.
James lifts his head. His mouth finds my ear. “That’s it, love,” he murmurs in that voice—the one that’s narrated a thousand fantasies. Deep and smooth and deliberate. “Feel how your body responds. How perfectly you take what we give you.”
That voice. Oh god, that voice.
From the corner of my eye, I see Leo’s hand move to his belt. The clink of metal. The rasp of his zipper.
Oh.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” Luca observes, fingers increasing pressure. “I can feel it. You’re getting so tense, ready to come for us.”
“Don’t stop,” I gasp.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, beautiful.”
He increases the pressure. The rhythm. Higher and higher until I’m right on the edge.
“Come for us,” James commands.
I shatter. Waves crash over me while I cry out.
When I finally open my eyes, Leo’s watching with dark, hungry eyes. Hand resting on his belt, zipper undone, but he’s not touching himself yet. Just watching. Waiting.
“That was just the warm-up,” Luca says, sliding down my body. “Now I want to taste every inch of you.”
Just the warm-up?
His hands part my legs wider.
“I want to taste you,” he says, his breath ghosting over me.
James shifts beside me, his hand stroking my hair. “Let him worship you, love.”
Luca settles between my thighs, and his mouth descends.
Holy shit.
His tongue is slow and deliberate, learning what makes me gasp. What makes my hips lift off the bed.
James’s hand cups my breast. His mouth finds my ear. “Look at Leo, love. Look how much he’s enjoying this.”
I force my eyes open. Leo’s watching with dark eyes. He’s pulled himself out now, hand moving in slow strokes.
The sight of him—fully dressed except for his cock in his hand, watching Luca eat me out—sends another wave of heat through me.
Luca’s tongue does something devastating.
I cry out.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Leo says, voice rough. “Don’t hold back.”
Luca works me with his mouth, tongue and lips and fingers in perfect combination. Building me higher.
“She’s close again,” James observes. “I can feel her trembling.”
“So close,” I manage.
Luca increases the pressure, his tongue circling my clit while his fingers curl inside me, hitting that perfect spot.
“Come for him,” Leo commands. “Let us see how stunning you look when you fall apart.”
I come with a cry that echoes through the suite, my body arching as pleasure crashes through me in waves.
“Gorgeous,” Leo groans, his hand moving faster. “Fucking gorgeous, sweetheart.”
Luca doesn’t stop. Keeps working me through the aftershocks until I’m oversensitive and squirming.
When he finally lifts his head, his lips are glistening. He grins, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
“How do you taste so good everywhere?”
He crawls up to kiss me, and I can taste myself on his tongue.
James’s hand strokes my hair. “Still with us, love?”
“Barely.”
“Good.” His smile is wicked. “Because we’re nowhere near finished with you.”
From his chair, Leo’s breathing has grown ragged, his hand moving with more purpose.
“Keep going,” he says, eyes locked on mine. “I want her to come again. Want to watch her fall apart one more time before Luca fucks her.”
I reach for Luca with greedy hands, pulling him closer. “Then make it happen.”
His grin is wicked. “Yes ma’am.”
He positions himself between my thighs again, but this time his fingers slide inside me while his thumb works my clit. James’s mouth finds my breast, sucking hard enough to make me gasp.
The dual stimulation is overwhelming. I’m already sensitive from two orgasms, every nerve ending alive and sparking.
“That’s it, beautiful,” Luca murmurs, his fingers curling to hit that perfect spot. “Give us one more. I know you can.”
“I don’t know if I—” The words cut off as pleasure spikes through me.
“You can,” Leo says from his chair, his voice rough with want. “You’re so fucking perfect, sweetheart. Look at you, taking everything we give you.”
James’s teeth scrape over my nipple, and I arch off the bed with a cry.
“There,” Luca says triumphantly, his fingers moving faster. “Right there. Come for us, Rebecca. Come on my fingers so I can feel you squeeze me before I fuck you properly.”
The dirty talk combined with his skilled fingers and James’s mouth pushes me over the edge. I come with a broken sound, my body clenching rhythmically around Luca’s fingers.
“Perfect,” Leo groans. “So fucking perfect.”
When the aftershocks finally subside, I’m trembling and boneless, sinking into the soft sheets.