Chapter 5 #2
I met each of their eyes in turn, unwavering, almost challenging them to make the move.
Jonathan was the first one to step forward, carefully rolling up his sleeves to expose sinewy, dark-haired forearms—and a striking tattoo peeking out on his right arm, most of it covered still by his shirt.
I itched to touch it, to touch him, but I wasn’t bold enough for that yet.
Later, maybe. Once he’d touched me first.
That wasn’t a problem for Jonathan. With no further ceremony, his strong hands clasped around then lifted me by my waist. I let out a little squeak as I left the ground.
The next thing I knew, I was lightly bouncing on my back on the bed, looking up at the men who’d bought me with wide eyes.
“I’ll take her first,” Jonathan asserted. Proprietary. In charge. “Get her ready,” he ordered, jerking his head toward Devin.
“Don’t mind if I do,” the second man practically growled. In seconds, Devin had joined me on the mattress, pressing his big body into mine and trapping my lips in another kiss.
To think I’d thought the kiss in the limo was overwhelming.
Too good to be real.
This kiss was more heated, holding nothing back.
His broad, firm chest was pressing me into the bed, and his hand came up to lightly hold my throat, and I was fully dumbstruck by how hot it was to be completely at his mercy.
Without thinking, my body responded to him in kind, my mouth moving in sync with his like I’d been doing this forever, my legs falling open to make room for his hips between my thighs.
It seemed to please him, because I felt him smile, then half-laugh against my lips.
He broke the kiss to move his mouth to my jaw, speaking to the other two men even as he gave my body sensations I’d never felt.
“She’s so fucking responsive,” he said, a warm vibration, then he let his teeth graze my skin.
I gasped, and he soothed the sting with his tongue, pulling a moan from me.
That pleased Devin, too. “Fuck, guys. She’s gonna come so pretty.”
As if the three men were communicating telepathically, Devin’s mouth further moving down to my collarbone made room for Jonathan to swoop in to claim my lips next.
He pressed into my other side, and the feeling of two men’s hard, warm bodies hemming me in was addictive.
I felt safe even as Jonathan kissed me hard, dangerously, grabbing my lower lip between his teeth and tugging it as he pulled back to look at me.
I was panting now, especially since Devin’s hand had moved to my ribcage, and his mouth was lightly skirting over the tops of my breasts, teasing along the edge of the bra cups in a way that had my nipples standing at hard peaks.
In seconds, another pair of strong hands had found their way onto my skin, too.
Alex was still standing at the foot of the bed, his long fingers wrapping around one of my ankles as the other hand caressed my opposite calf, slow strokes that inched further and further up, closer to my thighs and hips with each breath.
There was nothing especially tender in it, all heat and bold ownership.
But it felt good anyway, and it left me wondering how could it feel so intimate to be touched like this when he wasn’t even close to where my body needed him?
“Look at me,” Jonathan commanded, and my eyes snapped open at his harsh tone. I hadn’t realized they’d slid closed.
I was taking in all the sensation, the closeness of heated hands touching my body in a way I’d never felt before.
But Jonathan wanted me to pay attention to him rather than getting lost in the feeling. His amber eyes burned into mine. “You remember the stoplight?”
It took a long second to remember, but then I nodded. When his hard expression told me that wasn’t enough, I said softly, “Yes.”
“Yes sir,” he insisted, and my heart thumped harder.
Devin’s mouth was on my nipple now, and yet somehow I was supposed to form words.
He wickedly sucked it hard into his wet mouth through the thin bra material—dampness, a light scraping that made me want to tear the lingerie off.
I gasped but kept my eyes locked onto Jonathan’s, even as I felt Alex’s daring fingers toying with the border of my panties, right at the lace edge at my inner thigh. I shivered.
“Repeat it back to me,” Jonathan ordered. “The stoplight.”
“Red means stop,” I panted. A hard, pleasurable tug on my nipple, coupled with the sudden cool breeze between my legs—Alex had tugged the panty material to the side to look at my pussy, bare, for the first time.
Fuck, how was I supposed to talk through this?
I felt myself turn red all over.
“What next, baby girl?” Jonathan asked, and I watched him finally reach for me, too. His big hand slid into my hair, lightly pushing it back from my face at first.
Then, his fingers plunged between the strands and he tugged at my scalp. It tingled, making me want to purr for him. Instead, I answered.
“Yellow, slow down,” I remembered despite my brain’s fog. But all I wanted now was faster, harder, more. Then, “Green, keep going. D-don’t stop.” Green, green, green, my body said, begging for this slow torture to turn to satisfaction even if my mouth was still too shy.
“Good girl,” Jonathan said, activating another spark of pure need that had my inner muscles clenching, wanting to be filled. I squirmed, and Jonathan tugged at my hair, pulling me up for another bruising kiss.
Devin moved his delicious mouth to my other nipple, turning my body toward him with rough hands even as Jonathan kept hold of my hair, my mouth.
I was being pulled in two different directions, straining my neck, but I didn’t care.
Then I felt Alex’s slim finger begin to trace exploratorily over my pussy for the first time.
He started by outlining every fold, surveying his new territory.
The wetness he found there only increased as he spread me wide with his thumbs, painting an obscene mental picture even though I couldn’t see him.
Jonathan was still plundering my mouth, his hot tongue roaming the same way Alex’s slim fingers did, and Devin was using his hands to pluck my breasts free from the bra cups now, though my arms stayed semi-restrained at my sides by the straps.
I heard Devin make a low, satisfied noise as he sucked my bare flesh for the first time.
“Fuck, it’s a crime that no one has worshipped these perfect tits before,” I heard him say, and I let out a little pleased cry into Jonathan’s mouth.
It made him growl and pull back, breaking our kiss. I didn’t have any time to process, my pleasure-drunk eyes slow-blinking into awareness, finally focusing to see that he was kneeling beside me now, undoing his shining belt buckle with those big hands.
“You ready for more, baby girl?” Jonathan asked. It could have been tender, a sweet check-in, but the hardness in his voice made it still feel like an order, like I’d better get ready.
I wasn’t sure what I was getting ready for, but my body was excited to find out. I started to nod, then remembered his previous instructions, and let out a raspy, “Yes, sir.”
“Quick learner,” I heard Alex’s cool voice pipe in from the edge of the bed.
As if to reward me for this, he slammed my hips back onto the mattress and a long finger was plunging deep into my aching pussy.
There was enough wetness there to make it an easy glide, but the intrusion still made me cry out.
He didn’t go easy, either.
Without giving me a second to adjust to the feeling of his finger inside me—which felt thicker, broader than I’d expected, not quite stretching my virgin walls, but filling them enough that it felt like a real taste of what was to come—he started to pump.
A rapid, hard in and out thrust that had my body starting to climb a familiar hill of bliss I’d only traversed alone before.
“Hm, and quick in other ways, too,” Alex’s elegant voice added. How could he tell that I was already getting close to an orgasm—the first one ever given to me by someone other than myself?
The light fluttering of my pussy around his thrusting finger must have been the indicator.
It urged him on until he was full-on fucking me with his finger, his thumb coming up to lightly tease my clit for a brief, nearly-painful second before it moved away.
A metallic sound—a zipper pull.
I looked to the spot where Jonathan was kneeling beside me just in time to watch and feel him grab my hand and place it against the outline of his hard cock in his silky, deep red boxers.
“Oh,” I let out, surprise and something like wonder taking over my brain.
I didn’t have a strong grasp on how big a man’s erection typically was, but he felt big in my hand, thick and long, rock-hard and pulsing with heat that made my mouth water and my pussy throb again, pulling Alex’s finger deeper into me.
As if answering my body’s challenge, I felt a twist, then a hook—that strong finger crooking inside me, pressing into an inner spot that felt like heaven.
Another quick press to my clit with his thumb, too, a little harder this time. Almost perfect.
“Oh, my god,” I cried out, and my hand squeezed Jonathan’s shaft in search of a tether to keep me on earth.
A scrape of teeth on the top of my breast, sharp and surprising, reminded me of Devin’s part in this erotic play.
It was all so much. So many sensations, every inch of my skin burning with pleasure and a need for more, frustration that felt like ecstasy and suffering all at once.
With another few pumps of Alex’s strong, hooked finger inside me, another hard, wet suck on my nipple chased by a cool breath of air that puckered it almost painfully, I felt my body, my mind, shatter into stars.
Devin was laughing, not derisively, but with a pure joy that made my heart squeeze.
Alex added a second finger inside me as I began to convulse, stretching me almost painfully this time.
I heard him grunt with the effort as he pumped me harder and harder through the climax that threatened to turn my brain to goo, the sound of it mingling with my own strangled groan.