Chapter 17 #2
“Don’t worry, she won’t interrupt us,” Hunt assures me softly, his lips ghosting over my neck, kissing, sucking, and nibbling until my eyes close again.
The sensations they’re giving me are too much, and my chest heaves with panted breaths, my nails digging into Hunt’s forearms with the effort it’s taking to not cry out, not scream my pleasure for everyone to hear.
Just as I’m about to reach the cresting wave that promises oblivion, Rowan stops, his breath panting against my core but not enough to push me over the edge.
My eyes snap open in outrage, only to find Nik’s hooded gaze on me, Roman’s head bobbing up and down in his lap.
Nik’s fingers are tangled in Ro’s blond hair and is using it to guide his movements.
Fucking hell.
My core clenches around nothing, a small whimper falling from my lips as I watch my boyfriend give my other boyfriend a blow job.
I think maybe it’s their first because Nik’s tight jaw keeps clenching as if it’s taking everything not to come, his eyes wild and every muscle tense as Ro swallows him down.
“They’re hot together, aren’t they, Peaches?” Hunt rasps in my ear, his lips resuming their teasing caresses as Rowan licks me from opening to clit.
“Fuck, yes, so hot,” I breathe out, the words barely a sound, but I know Nik hears or reads my lips because his tilts up in a smirk before they part when Roman takes him deep.
Looks like I’m not the only one having to be quiet, though I doubt Roman is edging Nik in the same way that Rowan is doing to me.
“I can’t wait to get all three of you under me,” Hunt continues, and my back arches when Roo hits a sweet spot inside me with his tongue.
“I can just imagine it, all of you on your knees for Daddy while I take turns choking you with my big cock.” His dirty words set me ablaze, and they’re almost enough to have me coming, but Rowan stops again like he knows. Fucking cuntface bastard.
He chuckles. “Such foul language from you, Lamb,” he purrs against my core, and I realise I must have said the last part aloud. He smacks my clit, just a tap really, but I swear to fuck I almost come from it.
“Naughty pet.”
In the next moment, he’s soothing the sting with his tongue again, and honestly, I’m not sure how much more I can take.
“Please, Roo,” I beg in a small whisper. “Please let me come.”
“Not sure you’ve learned your lesson yet, Lamb,” he murmurs against me, his tongue flicking out and massaging my clit.
“I have. I’m sorry for being rude to you. I wanted to distract you from being scared,” I choke out as he keeps flicking his tongue against my clit and I squirm in Hunt’s lap. Belatedly, I think that his jeans will be wrecked, but frankly, I don’t give a shit right now. I just need to come.
“She did help you out, brother,” Roman’s voice states from opposite us, and I snap my gaze up to him just as Nik shoves his face back in his lap, his dick burying deep in Ro’s throat by the sound of it.
“I didn’t say you could stop, Lev ,” Nik snarls quietly, though I’ve no doubt the others know what we’re doing back here. Luckily they’re too polite to say, or maybe they know my men will have their heads, family or not, if they interrupt us.
“What do you think, Hunt? Does she deserve to come all over my face?” Rowan asks Hunt, his breath warm and tickling my damp pussy.
“Please, Daddy,” I beg him, twisting my face so I can press kisses on his throat.
“As you begged so prettily,” Hunt whispers, and in the next second, Rowan latches onto my clit and sucks. Hard.
I explode, burying my face in Hunt’s neck in a bid to muffle the sounds that want to slip from my lips, but fuck, it’s so hard to keep quiet.
I do as Rowan commanded, coming all over his face, practically waterboarding the poor man, but he doesn’t stop.
No, he keeps going, quiet noises of his appreciation coming from him as he keeps sucking.
The orgasm steals all of my focus, all of my fucking soul, as it doesn’t stop.
I can’t breathe, can’t think, only feel as Rowan sucks my soul right out of Evangeline.
My body is covered in sweat, my chest heaving and pussy pulsing as he finally relents, but only after I’m whimpering and twisting in Hunt’s lap.
Rowan sits back, the blanket falling down to reveal his flushed face, his lips and chin glistening.
Hell, his black T-shirt is darker around the neck, and there are even spots down his chest. His lips tip up into a grin that would have most people screaming, but I don’t move as he comes closer, hovering over me.
“Good. Fucking. Lamb.”
Then those same lips that brought me so much pleasure lands on mine, giving me a taste of what he just did to me.
There’s a metallic tinge, no doubt from the blood, but I don’t hate it.
He kisses me like he can stop every bad thing from happening, kill everyone who means us harm, and in this moment, I believe him.
When he pulls away, I’m slumped in Hunt’s lap, which is also damp as fuck and must be uncomfortable. He doesn’t move though, just keeps hugging me close.
“What do you say to Rowan, baby?” Hunt asks, his voice low and husky, which sends an aftershock running through me.
“Thank you, Rowan,” I whisper, and both men hum in satisfaction. Then he presses another peck to my lips.
“Thank you, Lamb,” he whispers before he gets up, his jeans straining over his hard length. “Let’s grab a quick shower, then you can eat and rest.”
He holds his hand out for me, Hunt unbuckling us.
“There’s a shower?” I all but shriek, forgetting that I’m naked from the waist down and that I’m now visible to everyone else on the plane. Smart fuckers don’t turn to look though.
“Maybe next time you could keep the fucking to in there,” Bubby’s voice grumbles, and my whole body flushes, no doubt going bright red as Hunt helps me back into my knickers and leggings so I’m at least somewhat covered up.
“Oh, we plan to, kid,” Hunt teases, and Bubby’s groan elicits laughs from the rest of us.
“Didn’t need to know that, old man, but good for you that you can still get it up at your age,” Bubby volleys back, and my eyes widen as a bark of laughter falls from my lips. Hunt’s gaze snaps to me, my hand coming up to cover my mouth.
“Something funny, Peaches?” he asks, his voice low and deadly as he stalks towards me, and I shake my head.
“Nope, nothing funny, Daddy,” I quickly say, taking a step back, but of course Rowan is there, his hands on my waist, stopping me from getting away.
Hunt gets right in my personal space, his head dipping low until his lips are beside my ear.
“Good, because when we get to the bathroom, you’re going to wrap your hands around our hard cocks until we cover that sweet body with our cum, and I’d hate to have to withhold any more of your orgasms. It’s a twenty-hour flight after all.”