Everleigh #4
As soon as he shifts out of the way, my hands grip Everleigh’s firm, luscious ass. Picking her up, I place her onto the bed then push the top half of her body backward so she’s laying across her mattress.
For the slightest of seconds, my attention breaks away from her to look at the others.
Go. I nod to them, and they surround the bed on the other three sides.
Returning my attention to Everleigh, my eyes bore into hers.
“Lay back and relax, rossignol. We’ll take good care of you.”
Watching Everleigh fight to relax amuses me greatly. It’s almost as entertaining as listening to her inner struggle. But as I dig my fingertips into the waistband of her skirt and pull it down her legs painfully slowly, my attention leaves her mind to focus on one thing and one thing only.
Running my tongue through her sweet, dripping pussy.
Spreading her wide before me, a soft whine escapes her. She’s humiliated by the fact that I can see the wetness coating her panties.
Standing over her I take in the sight before me, committing it to memory.
My shy, little Everleigh. Spread eagle and willing to be devoured by the four devils she can’t refuse. The ones who she yearns to give herself to completely.
Brooks stands at the opposite side of the bed, switching between caressing Everleigh’s cheek and massaging her scalp as he runs his fingers through her hair, gently pulling it from under her before smoothing it out over the mattress above her head.
Kas lays across the foot of the bed, one of her hands in his as he tenderly runs his fingertips up and down her arm.
Having removed the pillows from the head of the bed, Remy mirrors both Kas’s position and actions from the other end.
The three of them relaxing her and lulling her further into a state of bliss.
I tug gently at her panties. Everleigh closes her eyes at the same time as she lifts her butt off the bed, granting me access to the most forbidden part of her body.
Crawling into position, I rest her legs over my shoulders.
She lifts her head, locking her eyes on mine, holding my stare as my tongue darts out, collecting all the moisture she’s already expelled before running up the length of her open, inviting slit.
Circling her clit, her head falls back onto the mattress once again. Her eyes close as she softly moans in pleasure.
“Good girl, Everleigh.” She practically purrs at Remy’s praise. “Relax and let us take care of you. Tonight is your night.”
Closing my lips around her clit, I gently suck on it as I dip a finger inside of her pussy and twirl it around.
Her whimpers and moans egg me on. Brooks closes his mouth over hers, stealing her breath with upside-down kisses.
Remy and Kas unbutton her blouse before helping her pull her arms free from the sleeves.
Tugging down on her bralette, her delectable breasts tumble free from the restraining material.
Without hesitation, they encircle her hard, rosy nipples with their lips, procuring another moan from our girl.
Forcing my mouth from her core, I lift my head to bask in the sight of her. Her body is flush with heat, her chest heaving with pleasure. Latching onto her clit again, I work another finger inside of her then watch as she fists the bedsheet beneath her. She’s already getting close.
So responsive, rossignol.
I know she heard me by the slight nod of her head, still lip-locked with Brooks.
I mentally reach out, opening the internal conversation so the others are able to partake should they so choose.
Are you going to come for us, Everleigh?
Yes... She sighs deeply, trying to catch her breath.
Can you feel how much he loves the taste of you, Everleigh? Remy asks.
I can practically hear his taste buds screaming in ecstasy, angel. Brooks adds.
I whip my fingers around inside of her faster—a silent agreement to their thoughts—as I tug on her clit with a little more force. I’m rewarded with a mewl, the sound muffled by Brooks’s relentless kisses.
Drown him, Everleigh. Kas’s gruff voice comes through next. No better way to die.
As usual, Kas’s sentiments are shrouded in darkness.
You’re almost there, rossignol. Come for me. I want to bathe in your essence.
Our silent encouragement is her undoing, and a moment later, she’s screaming into Brooks’s mouth. Her legs tremble against my back and shoulders. Her arms hug Kas and Remy to her chest as she fights to hold onto something to keep her from tumbling right off the face of the earth.
We don’t let up until she’s covered in a sheen of sweat close to passing out from both ecstasy and exertion.
As her hold loosens on Kas and Remy and gravity pulls her arms back down to the mattress, Brooks offers her a final, soft kiss.
I lick away each drop of moisture left behind between her legs before we rotate positions.
As we take turns continuing to please her as she sleeps, she gifts us with soft murmurs, groans of euphoria, and snippets of the most scandalous dreams she’s ever had.
Everleigh’s voice is magical, but those little noises—knowing she’s content and attended to—are some of the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.