Chapter 23 #2
“You’re so wet,” he groans. “I like that. I like being able to feel what I’m doing to you. What we’re doing to you.”
He includes his brothers in this with that amendment, and I look at the two of them as they watch us. Both of them have hunger in their eyes, and there’s no mistaking it.
My cheeks flood with color, but I don’t want to stop. Not now when it’s getting even better.
“You like having them watch you like this, don’t you?” Sawyer asks.
I groan, fidgeting in his hold. But he doesn’t let me get away with that. Of course he doesn’t. He slips his fingers under my panties, touching my clit with nothing between it and his fingers. That startles a gasp out of me as heat pools between my legs and spreads.
“I asked you a question, Peaches.” Sawyer keeps teasing, not giving me a second to breathe. He rubs circles around my clit, making me whimper softly. “You like it, don’t you?”
I nod, unable to find the right words to say, but also unable to deny the truth. Like anyone would believe me if I tried to pretend otherwise.
He chuckles again, clearly pleased by the honesty. “Good. Because I know they like watching you. Just like I do. How could we not, when you’re so fucking gorgeous like this?”
I tip my head back, resting it against his shoulder.
It’s a good thing he’s holding on to me, or I think my legs really would give out.
He makes it worse by pressing a finger into me, and my hot, wet channel stretches to fit him.
When I start bucking my hips into it, he adds a second finger, fucking me with slow, shallow strokes of his fingers that have me digging my fingers into his arm with need.
Clearly, the other two can’t just watch and not touch, and I wouldn’t want them to. Not when it feels so good to have them touching me. They move in closer, reaching out to run their hands over my body.
It’s so much.
That’s the thought that keeps running through my head.
It’s so fucking much.
There are hands everywhere, ghosting over my curves, smoothing my hair back, touching my face, and I can’t keep track of which one of them is touching me where. Except for Sawyer, fucking his fingers into me again and again, working me up even more until I feel like I’m strung so tightly.
“You’re beautiful like this,” Rhett murmurs. His hands move over my breasts, cupping and teasing them. “You look so good just letting us have our way with you.”
Lennox snorts, but nods in agreement. “He’s right. You’re right where you’re supposed to be.”
“Between the three of us, about to have your brain turned off by how good we’re going to make you feel,” Sawyer says.
All I can do is moan in response. I’m already most of the way there. I don’t know which one of them to lean into, which one of them to chase for more sensation, so I give up trying to figure it out and just let them do what they want. It’s the easiest, most pleasurable solution, clearly.
They rise to the challenge beautifully between themselves, until I’m nearly trembling from how turned on I am.
“I can hear how wet you are,” Lennox says. “Is Sawyer doing a good job?”
“What kind of question is that?” Sawyer fires back. His fingers press in deeper, and I cry out. “Does it sound like I’m doing a bad job?”
Lennox shrugs. “She’s sensitive. Maybe you’re just capitalizing on that.”
“She is sensitive,” Rhett agrees. “But she likes it when she can really feel it.” He pinches my nipple hard, and I arch with pleasure. “See?”
Following that cue, Lennox reaches back and slaps my ass, the sound echoing in the kitchen.
I’m a mess by this point, dripping around Sawyer’s fingers and soaking his hand. My hips grind desperately against it, trying to find enough friction to tip me over into the boiling sensation that’s building up.
“Beautiful,” Sawyer says. “She’s so beautiful when she lets herself go.”
“When she lets us have our way with her.”
“Does she like it deep?” Rhett wants to know.
Sawyer’s fingers seek out the answer. I clench around him, like I’m trying to drag him even deeper.
“Oh yeah,” he replies, sounding breathless with his own arousal. “As deep as she can get it.”
“Do you have a safe word?” Rhett asks me, and I blink, trying to get my mind to focus enough to answer his question. Of course, none of them let up enough to make that easy, so I have to try to think through the haze currently fogging up my brain.
But finally I shake my head. I’ve never needed one, really. It’s not like Andrew and I were doing anything that made one necessary, and I never would have pursued it with anyone else.
Not until now, anyway.
“Pick one,” he says. “Just in case.”
“Do I need it?” I gasp out, my body twisting between them, still overcome.
He just nods. “You never know. There are three of us and one of you, and it will help you stay in control of the situation.”
Part of me wants to say that I don’t want to be in control of the situation, I want them to do whatever they want with me and then some, but I know he’s serious.
“Um… banana,” I manage to say, coming up with the first thing I can think of. “Does that work?”
Rhett chuckles, his eyes dark as he looks at me. “It’ll do. Maybe I’ll ask you again when you can think better.”
He talks about this like he’s familiar with safe words and kink, and that sends a pulse of arousal through me.
I can picture it, him with cuffs or rope and a paddle, taking someone through their paces.
It makes me moan just imagining myself in the place of that faceless woman, turned on and at his mercy.
Anything could happen, as long as I’m up for it.
And I am. I really, really am.
They don’t let up on me. If anything, having the safe word makes them go harder.
Lips find my neck, and Rhett hikes up my dress enough that he can free my tits, letting them spill out. His gaze finds mine as he lowers his head and sucks one nipple into his mouth, giving me the edge of his teeth.
I buck, jolted through with pleasure like electricity.
Sawyer chooses that moment to press his thumb into my clit, adding another layer to the way he’s taking me apart.
I rock against him, closing my eyes and trying to focus on remembering how to breathe.
“Oh god,” I gasp out, teetering on the edge.
“Do you hear that?” Sawyer says, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “I’m her god.”
I don’t see whatever expressions his brothers make at that, but their reactions tell me all I need to know.
Lips crash against mine, and I can tell from the familiarity that it’s Lennox kissing me. Rhett pulls off my nipple and Lennox’s fingers find both of them, pinching and twisting them hard.
Two more fingers join Sawyer’s inside me, and my eyes fly open in shock when I realize they’re Rhett’s. Thicker and more calloused, they feel completely different, and I’m suddenly so full I don’t know what to do.
He bites down on my neck, and that’s enough to send me flying over the edge, right into my orgasm.
My legs buckle, finally giving out on me as I cry out from the sheer amount of pleasure and sensation hitting me like a truck.