Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
LOTTIE
Isquealed in laughter as Andrei carried me inside the house. My hair was tangled thanks to the wind, even with the pigtails, and I could barely sweep the mop of strands away so I could see.
But the sight of Andrei's ass flexing as he walked toward what I was guessing the back bedroom was well worth it.
I'm sure he'd help me brush all the tangles out later.
I loved their brand of rough treatment because it always came with soothing aftercare and words that made me feel like I was the most important person in the world.
Because to them, I was the most important person.
And they were mine.
Andrei's hand grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed. "Are you ready to take more than one of us at once?"
His words made a fresh wave of desire pulse through me.
My world righted itself as he knelt and then placed me on the edge of the bed.
He'd tossed away the sunglasses, and his hair was windswept, strands falling away from his top knot and framing his angular face.
Caramel eyes burned with lust as he trailed his gaze up and down my body as he stayed kneeling between my legs, his hands falling to the tops of my thighs.
His hands clenched before his thumbs swept up and down, making it difficult to think.
His touch always made it difficult to think.
I didn't want to think when his hands were on me. I only wanted to feel. To take in all the sensations and soak up every ounce of pleasure he sought to give me.
"What do you think, kroshka? Is that too much right now?"
“You make it impossible for me to think when your hands are on me,” I confessed, then groaned. I tried to lift my hands up to cover my flaming face.
Andrei grasped my wrists, holding them steady as his gaze bore into mine.
His brow arched, and I shivered at the intensity radiating from his amber eyes.
These men—my men—knew how to see straight through to my soul with a single look.
Andrei was always the most intense. I could never stay locked in his gaze for very long.
But today I continued to stare at him. Sparks of lust crackled in the air around us, but I didn't let it distract me.
He held me captive.
And I'd happily submit to him from now until eternity if it meant he would keep looking at me like this.
Like I was his entire world. Like nothing could ever come between us.
Emotions clogged my throat as I worked to swallow.
"Answer me, kroshka." His accented voice spread over me like liquid honey. He could read me the phone book and I'd be enthralled. "Is more than one of us in bed too much for you?"
I shook my head as I tried to gather my thoughts enough to form words.
Because I knew my Daddies and they liked words. Not just head movements.
"I want all of you at once." I didn't mean for the words to come out in a rush, but they just kind of exploded from my mouth.
A chorus of laughter sounded around me, and I leaned to the side to see Kaleb and Colby in the doorway. All three of them were laughing, but heat was reflected on their faces.
"All of us would love nothing more, baby girl." Kaleb licked his lips before drawing one between his teeth. "But I think we'll need to work up to that."
"Okay," I replied, like we were talking about what we had for lunch today.
Not having one of them in each of my holes.
Or maybe two and one.
Work up to it, Lottie you dolt.
"Remember, no calling yourself names, even in your head." Andrei tapped his hands on my thighs, bringing me back to the present. It wasn't quite a slap. Not like it would have been if he’d spanked me on the ass, but it was enough to get me out of my head and focus on him.
"Although, it's nice to know you have some fun ideas for how we can all take you at once." Colby made his way over to a chair opposite the bed. That hadn't been there this morning. He must have moved it in anticipation of this exact scenario.
He was a voyeur after all.
On the other hand, Kaleb sauntered toward the bed with his eyes darkening to a deep green. Those mercurial eyes always exposed his extreme emotions, even when his face or body language didn't.
"Let's just start with two," Kaleb murmured and turned my face toward his. He leaned down and gently kissed me. It was the lightest of caresses. Barely even a kiss. Yet, it set me on fire the same way a rough and deep kiss would.
When he pulled back, his thumb rubbed over my bottom lip. "Are you going to be our good little girl?"
"Yes," I breathed out, already anticipating the direction this was going. "Always your good girl."
Andrei's hands tightened on my thighs, and it was the only warning I got before I was lifted and flipped over onto the bed.
I landed on my stomach with a wide grin, then two sets of hands were arranging me exactly the way they wanted me.
On my hands and knees.
Andrei was behind me, lifting my skirt to pull my panties down my legs.
Kaleb shrugged off his jacket and unbuttoned his pants as his straining erection sought to escape. He pushed down his pants and boxer briefs just enough that his cock popped free and I instinctively licked my lips.
"Such a good girl for us," Andrei cooed as his hands moved over my bared hips and ass.
Everything about this moment made arousal course through me. Remaining half dressed, my clothing adjusted just enough so they could take me.
I looked over my shoulder and watched with rapt fascination as Andrei unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops in one quick motion.
Why was that move so hot?
He folded the leather over in his hands and traced it along my thigh. "One day, when we work you up to it, I'll mark you with my belt." I shuddered as his accent thickened with his desire. "The red will look so pretty on your pale flesh."
I moaned, the sound breathy and needy as I couldn't hold back.
"That's it, baby girl." Kaleb lifted my chin up to look him dead in the eyes. "Let us hear how much you love that idea. We have so many things we still have to explore."
"Yes, Daddy," I replied.
Andrei growled in Russian, and I didn't need to understand the words to know they were filthy. His hand swept up the inside of my thigh to cup between my legs. His fingers slid through my folds, spreading my wetness around as he continued to growl in Russian.
When he circled my clit, I almost jumped off the bed. The touch was a smooth caress. Everything about these men made me want them. I walked around in a constant state of arousal just because of them. A faint memory. The whisper of a touch. The hint of their scents.
My eyes fluttered shut as Andrei circled my entrance before slowly inserting one finger.
It was too slow. Not enough. I needed more.
"You’ll get more when we say you get more, baby girl," Kaleb growled and tangled his fingers in my hair. "Now, be my good girl and suck my cock."
My pussy clenched as his hot and dirty words. I swear one day they would make me come from their words alone, they turned me on so much.
"We'll have to try that one day," Colby replied, but before I could say anything else, Kaleb tightened his fist in my hair and pressed the head of his dick to my lips.
I opened and took him deep into the back of my throat. I wanted his praise. His approval.
But more than anything I wanted to hear those beautiful sounds of pleasure from both of them. Their muttered words and broken curses. Anything and everything that told me how much they loved what I was doing to them.
Kaleb combed his fingers through my hair. "Such a good girl. Fuck, yes. That mouth is so perfect on my cock."
I found my rhythm and bobbed my head up and down, swirling my tongue around his head with each upward movement. I felt powerful, yet cared for as his hand continued to sweep my hair back and stroke my scalp. He didn't pull or grab.
Not that I minded a bit of hair pulling, but it usually came from Andrei.
My Russian was my frenzied Daddy. He liked it hard and rough. A bite of pain and domination with his pleasure.
I slowed my movements, and Andrei noticed as he went still behind me. His hands left my flesh, and I tensed, unsure of what was coming next.