Chapter 12 #2
“You’re beautiful.” Felix presses his forefinger against the bridge of my glasses to slide them back up my nose, exactly the same way he does for his own glasses.
I’m not used to being called beautiful, and I part my lips to protest against the compliment.
But there’s nothing in his expression to indicate he’s lying, and when I glance down at Lukas and Elliot, who are leaning over me, their lips inches from my bare breasts and the same intensity on their faces that I see on Felix’s, I remember that they don’t lie.
None of these guys ever says anything they don’t mean.
And the knowledge that they mean it, that they find me beautiful, makes me feel beautiful.
I arch my back slightly, lifting my breasts the tiniest bit closer to their faces. The anticipation of what’s to come heightens my awareness of where they are in the room: Felix above me, Lukas and Elliot hovering over my exposed breasts, and Sebastian kneeling between my legs.
Lukas and Elliot lower their faces in tandem, mirroring one another’s movements, and I’ve never realized two people could be so in sync with each other.
Their warm breath disappears, replaced with the sensation of tongues flattening against my erect nipples, before their mouths move to explore the undersides of my breasts, leaving the wet nipples cold and wanting.
One of them tugs my bra further down, the lace scraping gently against my skin.
It’s such a contradiction to the teasing softness of their mouths.
I shift underneath them, arching my back again to try to get their mouths where I want them—on my nipples.
It was only one stroke, but it was enough to know that I want the attention focused there.
Lukas and Elliot must understand what I’m silently asking for, because they flatten their tongues against the sensitive tips of my breasts again before circling them around the erect points.
I hadn’t realized how hard they were until right now.
I let my eyelids drift shut and focus on all the fluttery feelings they’re eliciting in my body right now, the swoopy feeling in my stomach and the pressure building between my legs.
It’s similar to the feelings that were building in me last night when Elliot and Lukas reached down into my pants.
I’d had no idea that merely playing with my nipples could do that.
I wish I had something to hold on to. My fingers itch to grip anything to ground me, but all I can do is press my palms flat against the dining table as Lukas and Elliot latch their lips around my breasts and scrape their teeth delicately along the delicate skin until only my nipples are caught between their lips.
The way the sensations alternate between hard and soft has my breath coming faster, and I bite my lips against the panting.
When they start sucking, I nearly come off the table.
The only thing keeping me in place is Felix’s hands, massaging my shoulders and upper arms. The pressure builds with each hard suck of their mouths, and then suddenly it’s there—a burst of ecstasy that spasms through my entire body, making me cry out, before reducing to gentle waves of pleasure, leaving me a pliant puddle on the table.
After a moment, Sebastian speaks, and I can hear the awe in his voice. “That was beautiful to watch.”
Slowly, I open my eyes to find Felix grinning down at me.
“It really was,” he agrees.
Sebastian kisses the inside of first one knee, then the other, before slowly tracing his lips up the inside of each thigh. My legs are shaking from the final tremors of my nipple orgasm—who knew that was even a thing?—when his warm breath lands on the fabric of my panties.
The breath changes to the flick of a tongue. There was probably already a damp spot on the cotton from my orgasm, but with the press of Sebastian’s tongue, it’s even bigger. When another breath blows over the wet fabric, I shiver.
I inch my thighs a little farther apart, giving Sebastian more access.
I’m not even embarrassed by my own wanton behavior, I’m so desperate to find out what he’s planning to do next.
This time when Sebastian leans in, he drags the flat of his tongue along the entire gusset of my underwear, and when he presses it against my sensitive clit, my hips jerk of their own accord.
He chuckles as hooks his finger around the fabric between my legs and pulls it to the side, baring me completely to his gaze.
No one has ever seen my pussy before, and for the briefest of moments I consider closing my legs.
But before the thought has even fully formed in my head, Sebastian is draping my left leg over his shoulder and his mouth gets to work.
Again, he flicks the tip of his tongue over my clit, then pulls it into his mouth to and sucks just like Elliot and Lukas did to my nipples moments ago.
My hips move against Sebastian’s insistent tongue of their own accord, and I hook my right leg around his other shoulder, my heels pressing against his back and holding him closer.
The pressure builds, and I press my pussy against Sebastian’s face as everything inside of me explodes.
My eyes roll back into my head behind my still-closed lids, and my hands come off the table to grip Felix’s forearms, my nails digging into the muscles as the orgasm tears through me.
I’m dimly aware of the fact that I’m whimpering, but I don’t care.
Sebastian keeps his tongue flattened against my clit as I writhe against it, allowing me to control the pressure to prolong the bliss coursing through my body.
“But that,” he says when I have gone quiet and still, “was even more beautiful.” He presses a kiss to my hipbone as he stands up, and I open my eyes to stare down my body at him. His mouth glistens, and I can’t help but notice that his pants are tented, and there is a small wet spot near the fly.
I’m certain that I know what’s coming next. I wait for him to unzip his pants and pull out his cock. My body feels like I’m floating on air, so if he does fuck me now, I’ll be too spaced out on my double orgasm to feel the pain that I hear usually accompanies a first time.
We’re really just plowing through the items on my list, but in this moment, I’m okay with it.
But instead, he takes a step back, and Felix comes around the table and take his place between my legs.
Of course, he hasn’t gotten to do anything but kiss me, so they’ll let him be the first one to fuck me.
That would be fair, after all. Except that he doesn’t move to take off his pants either.
He reaches for my hands and slowly lifts me into a sitting position, brushing my hair out of my face and kissing my forehead.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He lifts me off the table and places me on my feet, one arm around me for support when my legs wobble like jelly. “Then by the time you come down, food will be here.” He leads me into the hallway and up the stairs.
“Do you have any preferences for dinner?” he asks once we’re upstairs.
“Um.” I barely have the mental faculties at the moment to put one foot in front of the other, and he wants me to come up with a dinner plan? “No? I don’t know. Pizza?”
“We can do pizza,” he agrees easily as he turns on the bathroom light.
I lean against the wall as he starts the shower and gets the water to a comfortable temperature.
Then he kneels in front of me and drags my ruined panties down my legs, lifting my feet to step out of them.
When he stands, he moves behind me to unclasp my bra, and I look up at the mirror to find him watching me in the reflection.
His fingers skim over my breasts as the bra falls to the floor.
My pulse kicks up in anticipation, but instead of getting naked himself, he just slides my glasses off my face and sets them on the counter before helping me step into the hot spray of water.
He tugs the shower curtain closed and I hear the door snick shut behind him when he leaves.
I slowly begin to lather boy-scented soap over my skin, wondering what I’ll do for clothes after the shower. I only have that the clothes that are currently in a pile on the dining room floor, and what I wore yesterday.
I suppose I could duck across the hall in a towel and grab my pajamas from last night. That doesn’t solve the problem of what to wear to work tomorrow, but I’ll worry about that later. For now, I just have to get clothes on my body so I can go downstairs and eat pizza with the guys.
I huff a laugh as I think about how many sanitizing wipes Elliot will have to use on the table before he’ll be willing to sit there again to do homework, let alone to eat.
I don’t regret what just happened at all.
It was, in all honesty, one of the most amazing experiences of my life.
Never in my wildest dreams could I have anticipated that I would end up spread out on a table, coming my brains out from the efforts of three different tongues.
That’s a thing that happens to other girls, not to me.
When I turn off the water and push the curtain aside, I realize there’s no need for me to go across the hall for clothes at all. Sitting on top of the counter is a folded pair of Superman pajama pants and a T-shirt from a speedcubing competition.
Smiling, I put on my borrowed clothes and head downstairs for pizza, and probably another evening of that nerdy TV show.
These guys really are sweet, and I decide to do my best to pay attention and try to enjoy the show that obviously means so much to them.
I’m glad they want me to stay, and even gladder that they insisted on proving it to me.