60. Clara
Chapter 60
Clara
I ’ve always felt fine about my body. It’s strong, fast, and not bad to look at.
But I’ve never felt particularly sexy.
The way RJ’s looking at me right now, like I’m the best damn dessert he’s ever had the pleasure of eating?
I feel gorgeous, hot, seductive. A whole long list of adjectives that I’ve never applied to myself. Jansen grinds himself against my ass, and I tilt my hips back, wanting his pleasure, his teeth hungry against my skin.
I feel…wanton.
Walker stands, watching us, his shirt off, but his pants on, his orange snake tattoo bright in the room’s light. I glimpsed RJ’s back as he stripped, the whole thing a tapestry of black ink that I can’t wait to explore .
Walker watches Jansen as he reaches under my shirt and grasps my breast, my bra pushed away from my body, impatient shivers coursing through me.
Walker makes a slow stroke of his cock through his pants while RJ simply holds himself in his hand. Seeing them beside each other makes my mouth water.
“Princess,” Walker says, pulling my gaze to his face as I squirm against Jansen. “I need you to make this a pretty show for RJ. He’s going to need to hear and see everything that happens. Can you do that?”
I nod, glancing at RJ. Even if he isn’t participating, he’s a part of this.
A smirk creases RJ’s cheek as Jansen tweaks my nipple and I squeak. Walker strides to the other side of the bed, where I can’t see him. “Good. Jansen, can you strip our girl? I want to watch that lovely flush come over her skin.”
“So pretty, isn’t it?” Jansen says, pulling back. I end up on my back, a pile of pillows propping me up. I expect him to yank the shirt off me, to strip me bare for all their eyes.
But I forget Jansen has patience for only two things—theft and torturing me.
Each button unhooked, each whisper of his fingers against my skin is torment. I go to help, but Walker stops me with a look. I try to tease Jansen back, my fingers drifting from his shoulders, over the gentle curves of his pecs, down the ridges of his abs. Walker tsks, forcing me to leave off short of Jansen’s cock.
So I have no choice but to lie there and take each excruciating touch, my fingers clenching the sheets to keep my hands to myself .
The shirt removed, Jansen kisses his way from my belly button up, his hair trailing over my sensitive skin. Unhooking my bra, he greets each of my breasts with a long, slow pull, his mouth warm and wet, coaxing a groan from me, my skin burning from the slow destruction of small touches and three riveted gazes.
Next, he trails his tongue down from my sternum, drawing a damp circle around my navel, then down to the edge of my underwear, catching it and shimmying it down with his thumbs, leaving my socks on.
RJ’s breaths are short beside me, and I turn to him, his gaze tracing over me, his grip on his cock steady from the middle up. Walker’s command comes across the room, his voice deep with arousal. “Princess, I think RJ wants to see how wet you are for us. Dip two fingers into your cunt and let him see how sweet and slick you can be.”
I blink at the new wave of arousal flooding through me with the command, Jansen licking and nibbling down my inner thigh.
I trail my fingers from my collarbone, over the peak of a nipple, my touch making me shudder, down until I press my fingers inside of myself, watching RJ’s fixed gaze as it follows my hand. The sensation of fucking myself almost has me coming, despite not a single ounce of attention being paid to my clit. With a sad whine, I pull my fingers out, holding them up, my fingers slick and shiny.
“Goddamn,” RJ says, his eyes nearly closed.
“Jansen, lick them clean for us. Tell RJ what she tastes like.”
Jansen leans forward, sucking my fingers into his mouth, and a keening noise I don’t think I’ve ever made before falls from my lips. The suction and his devilish tongue make me ache for his mouth to be busy somewhere else.
Once my fingers are thoroughly clean, he settles back on his heels, his green eyes locked on mine. “Like the perfect sweet-tart of an expensive white wine. Like the best damn lift I’ll ever make. Like diving from a plane without a parachute.”
My breath hitches.
He eases my socks off, still staring at me, before bending down and nipping the inside of my ankle, and I arch, gasping as my whole body clenches.
I’m close, so damn close I want to cry. “I swear, if someone doesn’t make me come soon, I’m going to kill one of you.”
All three of them chuckle. The bed dips as Walker crawls over to me, eyes so dark they swallow me whole. “You want to come, princess?”
“You know I do,” I grumble.
He shakes his head. “Tell me what you want. Then maybe, if you’re good, we can make it happen.”
I shiver, the absence of touch making my skin flighty and anxious. “Please,” I beg.
“Please what?”
I sigh. “Please, will someone give me at least three orgasms and then fuck me until I’m ready to pass out?”
Dark chuckles surround me. “I think that’s possible. Jansen?”
“Gladly, beautiful.”
His hair brushes against my thighs as he settles between my legs, his tongue tracing up one side of my slit and down the other, skipping my clit, and I whine. Walker slowly winds my hair around his wrist, gathering the unruly mess into a tight knot in his fist, dragging my gaze from Jansen to him.
He fucks my mouth with his tongue, taking everything I have, and demanding more. I’m whimpering, squirming, my body alive and bright. Walker commands my mouth, Jansen teases everything except my clit, RJ’s gaze weighs heavy on my skin, overstimulation zinging through my veins, alight and frenzied.
Finally, finally , Jansen sucks my clit into his mouth, and I explode in a kaleidoscope of pent-up arousal, screaming into Walker’s mouth, my whole body shaking between the two of them.
“Fucking damn,” RJ whispers.
Walker keeps me locked in his gaze, watching me pant out tremor after tremor, Jansen licking and lapping at me, prolonging my release.
At some point I’d dug my hand into Jansen’s hair, locking him against me, my other hand clenched around Walker’s belt. I slip my grip from the leather, stroking Walker’s cock through his jeans, and he hisses, tugging my hair until I meet his eye. He shakes his head, a hint of a grin on his stern face.
“Not yet, princess. If you do that, you’re not going to get what you asked for. And because you’re royalty, you asked for a lot. Let us take care of you. We can wait.”
I huff, wanting to give as much as I’m getting. “I don’t want to be spoiled, Walker.”
He presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “You deserve to be.”
His dark eyes hold me, something impossible to communicate settling in my chest, the last of my worry evaporating.
He’s here, sharing me, gladly, forcing me to take more than I’m giving. He’s mine, I’m his, and we’re both theirs, here and now. And maybe for longer than now.
I think I love him.
It’s the kind of love that makes my heart swell and ache, new and scary, unfamiliar yet comforting.
The last of my tremors settle as I sigh, both in revelation and surrender. A small smile creases Walker’s face before he forces my gaze to RJ, his other hand tracing lazy circles across my chest. “Again, Jansen.”
This time, Jansen coats his fingers in my wetness, sliding a finger into my ass, my moans invitation enough for the intrusion.
“You like that, don’t you, beautiful?” Jansen asks, his tongue slipping into me, his finger and tongue fucking me together, his nose bumping against my clit with every thrust and lap.
“Oh God,” I mumble. I watch as RJ’s body locks, every muscle tense, every line delicious as he perches on the edge of his chair, eyes hopping from Jansen’s double assault to Walker’s teasing pinches of my nipples, to my own hooded gaze.
Jansen stretches me, adding a second finger, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to explode. He holds his hand still, lapping with his tongue, the pointed tip teasing me from the inside, his nose rubbing my clit. Walker’s touches become fervent, plucking and twisting my nipples just enough for the sting to register.
This release breaks as a long, warm wave that has me groaning, languid ripples coursing through my body.
I slump down onto the mattress. Nearly spent .
“Jansen, tell me, how badly do you want to see our girl riding you while she chokes on my cock?”
I flutter my eyes open, wanting that even as I’m not sure I can still feel my hands and feet.
“Hell yeah,” Jansen answers, crawling up the bed and diving into a long, hungry kiss. Wrapping his arms around me, the press of his warmth wracking another shudder from me, he rolls us both, our heads nearly off the mattress, right next to RJ’s chair.
Walker slides off the mattress, stripping off his jeans and boxers in one go, his cock springing free. He steps closer to the bed. “RJ, if you feel like our girl needs a little decorating, I’m sure Jansen wouldn’t mind.”
Hazy, I don’t follow what they’re saying, but Jansen grins between the three of us. “That would be hot as fuck.”
RJ hums agreement. If they think it’s hot, I’m game. Jansen helps me sit up, my limbs heavy from two orgasms. I might have been greedy, demanding three.
His hands on my hips direct me onto him, the slow, delicious stretch exactly what my body wants. I press down onto him, my arms shaking as I brace myself on his chest.
“Shit, beautiful, so tight,” he mutters, hitching his hips up to slide in that last inch, my moan and his blending.
Together, we set a rhythm, each press of his pelvis urgent but steady, his piercing adding radiant friction, his calloused fingers keeping me stable.
Walker takes that last step forward, coiling my hair around his fist again. “You are decadent, princess. Now show me what that sweet mouth of yours can do. ”
I nod, words impossible, and lean forward, Jansen shifting to keep me balanced. I run my tongue along the underside of Walker’s cock, swirling it around the tip before pulling him deep.
His groan makes me glance up at him through my lashes. He catches my gaze, and I know he feels it too—this crazy connection, the impossibility of this stolen pocket of time, the barest glimpse of what could be.
Of a future so unbelievable, I’d never dared to dream of it.
I close my eyes, too many feelings boiling up when they’re exactly what I’m avoiding. Instead, I focus on finally being able to give as good as I’m getting, one hand digging into Jansen’s chest, the other braced on Walker’s thigh. Rocking my hips to grind against Jansen’s piercing, I urge Walker on until he’s slamming his cock so deep, I’m gagging and crying, desperately swallowing around him. RJ’s increasingly insistent curses become a soundtrack for our fucked-up dance, and I know this is exactly what I need.
I’m right where I should be.
Walker’s hand locks my head in place, his pace picking up, each slam of his cock into the back of my throat urging me to grind harder against Jansen, all our gasps and moans mingling. Faster and faster we move.
Walker breaks the rhythm, three quick thrusts before he comes with a groan and a shudder, hot cum coursing down my throat as I swallow desperately.
Walker pulls out slowly, crouching so he can kiss me, his flavor salt on my tongue.
Jansen bucks up into me and I groan, Walker standing and dragging me by my hair to sitting, my back arched while I try to keep the friction on my clit, a third orgasm building, my whole body a rubber band waiting to snap.
Jansen’s thrusts become frantic, Walker reaching down and circling my clit.
RJ stands from the chair, and through my haze I watch as he steps closer, his cock throbbing in his palm, his gaze stroking from my head to where I’m locked against Jansen. With two more strokes, he comes, hot bursts of cum dripping down my chest and my belly, decorating me.
And my God, it’s so fucking hot. I’ve been claimed, directed, my body wound so tight I can barely breathe.
Walker presses down on my clit, and I come undone, shuddering, screaming, incoherent, as Jansen follows me seconds later.
I clench through my orgasm, milking even more from Jansen, his groans insistent as the room quiets around us.
My body loses the capacity to stay upright. Jansen’s fingers on my hips act as my anchor while Walker’s arm braces my front, his fist in my hair operating as my spine. He twists my face to his, a soft grin matching the warm sable of his gaze. “If I could sketch you right now, princess, you’d be at the Louvre right alongside the Mona Lisa . And you’d be the main attraction.”
An aftershock rocks me, coaxing another groan from Jansen and myself, as Walker kisses me slowly, his grip on my hair loosening enough for me to collapse.
Jansen cradles me close, RJ’s cum sticky between us, and his kiss is burning, his eyes, bright .
He rolls us onto our sides, still seated inside me, Walker crawling in behind me, his arm banding around my waist. I blink, my eyelids heavy, searching for RJ.
His smile is gentle as he takes in the three of us curled together in the massive hotel bed. Leaning across Jansen, one knee on the mattress, he presses a reverent kiss to my lips, something bigger passing between all of us than pure sex.
“I’m going to go back to my room, sugar. But you were exquisite.”
I force words out. “Are you sure?”
His soft smile soothes my worry. “Sleep well, sweetness. You’ve more than earned it.”