42. Maeve
MAEVE
Heat floods my system at Ford’s words, spreading through my veins like liquid fire.
I can’t wrap my head around what he just did—bought an entire restaurant on a whim just so he could watch his best friends share me.
The sheer boldness of it, the hunger in his voice when he said he wanted to watch them fuck his wife, has my pulse racing in my throat.
The last server disappears through the kitchen doors, leaving us alone in the elegant dining room. The dim lights cast shadows across our table, and the silence practically hums with electricity.
Gabriel and Hayden share a look, some silent communication passing between them. Then they both turn their predatory gazes on me, and my knees nearly give out.
“Come here.” Gabriel’s voice is low and commanding, the slight rasp in his tone going straight to my clit.
I stand on unsteady legs, my heart hammering against my ribs as I approach them and they close in on me.
Gabriel’s warm hands frame my face while Hayden moves behind me, his solid chest pressing against my back.
Surrounded by their heat, their unique scents mingling in my nostrils, I feel overwhelmed in the most amazing way.
“You look incredible tonight,” Gabriel murmurs, his thumb brushing across my lower lip with maddening softness. “So beautiful I’ve barely been able to concentrate on anything else.”
Hayden’s mouth finds the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the column of my throat.
“We’ve been dying to touch you all evening.
” His breath fans across my ear, making me shiver.
“Watching you light up over dinner, seeing you smile… it’s been torture. ”
Gabriel’s hands drift down to trace the neckline of my dress. “This dress is gorgeous on you. But I think it would look even better off of you.”
Before I can even process his words, the sharp sound of tearing fabric cuts through the air as he fists the delicate material in his hands and rips it straight down the front.
“Gabriel!” I gasp, although any attempt at indignation is undercut by the breathiness of my voice. “I actually liked this dress.”
“I’ll buy you ten more.” He smirks. “A hundred more if it means I get to tear them off you like this.”
Hayden’s hands join Gabriel’s, and together they strip the ruined dress from my body with efficient movements, letting it pool around my feet in expensive tatters.
I should be upset about the waste, but I can’t bring myself to care when they’re both staring at me like I’m the most gorgeous thing they’ve ever seen.
“Fucking perfect,” Hayden breathes against my neck, his hands skimming over my bare skin. “So damn perfect.”
They pass me between them easily, their mouths and hands mapping every inch of bare skin. Gabriel’s lips find the hollow of my collarbone while Hayden works on unhooking my bra with deft fingers, and I lose myself in their focused attention.
“She tastes so damn good,” Gabriel says to Hayden, his tongue stroking along my throat. “You should taste her here.”
Arousal pools between my thighs at his words, and I feel Hayden’s answering groan against the bare skin of my back.
“Best fucking idea you’ve ever had.” He chuckles. “But I don’t want to just taste her there. Goddamn, I need to taste every inch of her. Help me get her up.”
They guide me toward our table, and Hayden sits on the edge, then lies back on the pristine white tablecloth and arches a brow at me.
“Come here,” he says, gesturing for me to straddle him. “I want you to sit on my face.”
A self-conscious flush creeps up my cheeks. “Um, I don’t know if that’s?—”
“Trust me.” He nods to Gabriel, who lifts me easily. “I’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks. About having your thighs on either side of my head, about making you fall apart with just my tongue.”
Gabriel sets me down as Hayden guides me into place where he wants me, his strong hands gripping my hips and settling me over him with sure movements.
I’m still hesitant, worried about my weight and whether this is actually going to kill him.
But he doesn’t give me time to spiral into insecurity.
His hands pull me down insistently until I’m fully straddling his face, and the first stroke of his tongue against my pussy makes me hiss out a breath, my hands fisting the tablecloth.
“Don’t hover, baby,” he murmurs. “Sit. Give me everything. I want to feel all of you. To taste as much of you as I possibly can.”
I settle more fully onto him with a shaky exhale, and he groans in satisfaction before diving in with renewed enthusiasm.
His tongue works magic between my legs, licking and sucking and exploring with a kind of focus that makes my head spin.
I whimper as I rock against his mouth, turned on by how much he’s clearly enjoying himself.
“That’s it,” Ford’s voice cuts through my haze, and I realize he’s moved his chair for a better view of the show. “Look how beautiful she is like that. Look how much she needs it.”
Gabriel appears beside me, something silky dangling from his fingers. It’s a ribbon from one of the elaborate Christmas decorations adorning a nearby table, I realize through my arousal-fogged brain.
“Give me your wrists,” he says softly. I hesitate for a split second, and he cups my face with his free hand, his thumb brushing my cheekbone. “We’ll untie you anytime you want us to. Just say you want it to stop, and everything stops immediately. Got it?”
I nod. He smiles at that, then tips my chin up a little, dropping his head to meet my gaze.
“Do you trust us?”
“Yes,” I whisper without hesitation, extending my arms with my wrists pressed together. “I trust you. All of you.”
His smile widens, and he kisses me once before drawing back to bind my wrists with the silk ribbon, the material smooth against my skin.
He’s gentle but thorough, making sure it’s secure enough that I can’t break free easily.
The vulnerability of being restrained while Hayden devours me like a man starved sends another massive wave of arousal crashing through my system.
“So beautiful,” Gabriel murmurs, stepping back to admire his handiwork with obvious satisfaction. “Our perfect girl.”
He moves to the dessert plates still sitting on our table, scooping up some of the rich chocolate mousse with one long finger. My breath catches as he approaches me, the dark chocolate gleaming in the low light.
“Hold still,” he commands, then deliberately smears the cool dessert across my left breast.
The feeling of the chilled chocolate on my skin makes me shiver, and then Gabriel’s hot mouth is on me, licking it off with long, slow strokes of his tongue that make me arch into him.
Ford must get the same idea, because suddenly there are two mouths on me—Gabriel working on one breast while Ford tends to the other, both of them using the chocolate mousse as an excuse to worship my body with their tongues and teeth.
The combination of Hayden’s relentless attention between my legs and Gabriel’s and Ford’s mouths on my breasts has me rushing toward an orgasm with embarrassing speed. My breathing is growing fast and choppy, and I can barely form coherent thoughts.
“Please,” I babble, my bound hands trying futilely to grab something, anything to hold on to as an anchor. “Please, I need—I can’t?—”
“What do you need?” Ford asks, pulling back to look at me. “Tell us exactly what you want, sweetheart.”
“I want to come,” I gasp, my hips grinding shamelessly against Hayden’s mouth. “Please let me come. I’m so close.”
“Not yet.” Gabriel shakes his head with a sinful grin that promises all kinds of delicious torture. “Beg prettier for us.”
“Please,” I whimper, beyond caring how desperate I sound. “Please, I’ll do anything you want. Just let me?—”
Hayden chooses that exact moment to suck my clit between his lips with perfect pressure, and I shatter with a scream that echoes through the empty restaurant. My body convulses as waves of pleasure wash through me, and I distantly hear all three men praising me as I fall apart.
But they don’t give me even a second to recover.
As soon as the first orgasm begins to subside, Hayden’s tongue is working again, slower this time but just as thorough.
He pulls me down harder against his mouth when I try to squirm away from the overstimulation, his broad hands digging possessively into my hips.
“One more,” he growls. “Give us one more, baby. I know you can.”
I don’t think I can possibly come again so soon, but they coax another climax from my trembling body anyway—this one gentler but somehow no less overwhelming. When it finally ebbs, I’m shaking like a leaf and gasping for air.
Gabriel lifts me off of Hayden and sets me on my feet as his friend stands up. My legs are almost too unsteady to support my weight, my hands still bound, and they position me between them with such care that my heart beats harder, tripping against my ribs.
“Ford said he wanted to watch us both fuck you,” Gabriel rasps. “What if we do it at the same time? One of us in that pretty mouth of yours, the other buried deep in your pussy?”