Chapter 24
EVERLEE- WHIPPED CREAM NOT JUST FOR EATING
The car ride is quiet as anticipation and nerves build. Brady pulls up to their house, and Callum steps out first, then moves around to open my door with his hand outstretched. “My lady.”
My fingers slide in between his and squeeze tightly as if they are a lifeline. As the nerves build and twist inside me, my stomach tightens with each passing moment.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just a little nervous. Mostly excited.”
“If it’s ever too much, then just tell us.”
The door swings open silently, revealing a scene straight out of a romance novel—rose petals on the floor and a tray with champagne and two glasses waiting on a little table.
“Oh, geez.” Callum rolls his eyes.
“What?” I chuckle nervously.
“I may have texted them about Sophie.”
“Oh.”
“So they may have gone a little overboard on decorations. Knox loves any reason to decorate.”
Looking down the hall, I’m overwhelmed by the amount of streamers strewn from ceiling to wall, separating us from the kitchen.
“So they don’t always do this?”
“Not at all. You seem to have changed everything up.”
So he’s saying there’s a chance.
Eager to see the boys, I bend down to take my shoes off, but Callum places his hand on my arm and stops me. “Let’s let the boys get a glimpse of you in your outfit before we take anything off.”
Excitement pulses through me and robs me of words, so I nod, then watch him pour us champagne. When he hands me the glass, I immediately tilt it up to take a drink, trying to calm my racing heart. Bubbles. Focus on the bubbles.
After he places the bottle back on the tray, he grabs my hand and leads me down the hall to the kitchen, where the guys are standing completely nude with whipped cream sprayed on their chests and down around their cocks.
A heat rushes through my body, pushing all the nerves out as my eyes drink up these men. My men.
My pulse is still racing, but for a completely different reason.
Suck it, Wendy!
“Fuck, you look divine!” Knox mumbles, swiping a bit of whipped cream off his chest.
“Hot… so, so hot!” Emmett continues.
“Beautiful,” Jax says. Always simple, but effective.
Knox walks over, circling me like a shark circles its prey. His hand runs down my spine slowly as he trails kisses from my shoulder up to my neck. “I’ve been waiting all night to taste you.” My eyes find Callum standing beside the counter watching us, his gaze hooded and his bulge growing.
Knox’s hand skims up to my shoulder and gently pushes the strap off to the side. My eyes move to Jax, then to Emmett. They are so hot, standing there with nothing on but some whipped cream.
“Emmett. Join Knox,” Callum commands.
Emmett slowly walks over. “Hey Trouble,” he says as his hand cups my cheek, then leans in for a kiss.
His lips press against mine, soft, tender, but full of promise.
The kiss deepens as I close the gap between us, reaching my hand up to his cheek.
He lets out a groan, then pulses his tongue in.
I’m pretty sure my eyes just rolled in the back of my head with the way he’s kissing me.
I could kiss him forever. And Callum. Fuck!
It’d be hard to choose. Emmett’s kiss differs from Callum’s.
Soft and passionate versus Callum’s sexy and provocative.
Emmett pulls off my lips and begins working his way down my neck to my collarbone as he gently eases the strap off the other shoulder. The only thing holding the dress up at this point is the curve of my breasts.
“This has to go,” Emmett says quietly, giving the dress an extra tug so it slides down my body, falling into a puddle of sequin red fabric at my feet. I’m standing in front of them, completely nude. Well, except for my shoes. Those are still on.
“Fuck, you look so good,” Jax sighs, running his teeth over his bottom lip as he stands with his hand pressed on the counter, watching me. My stomach twists with anticipation.
God, I hope it’s anticipation and not something else, like a massive gas bubble from dinner tonight. How mortifying would that be? With every thrust, a fart escapes. Gives another meaning to the soundtrack of sex.
Focus Everlee.
“Jax,” Callum calls. “Go taste her.”
Doing as commanded, Jax stalks over, his dark eyes focused on mine, then drops to his knees.
The simple gesture of falling to his knees in front of me has me feeling like I’m about to come and he hasn’t even touched me yet.
His tongue gently runs up my wet center, from back to front, landing on my clit.
“So sweet,” he mumbles against my skin, as his hands run up my legs and grip around the back of my thighs.
Knox and Emmett continue to kiss my neck and shoulders when Callum gives another order. “Take her breasts.”
They each take a breast in their mouth, their tongues swirling around each nipple before taking it between their teeth gently. My hands are having a hard time finding their place between Knox and Emmett’s heads or Jax’s.
My gaze shifts back to Callum, who is still by the counter watching us.
A puff of air blows out, followed by a stuttered oh as Jax continues his gentle assault on my pussy.
His mouth is heaven, the way his tongue moves and slides along my clit.
He sucks as he presses a finger in, causing my knees to buckle.
“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, still trying to figure out where to put my hands. Of all the things I was worried about tonight, hand placement wasn’t even on the list, but I’m now realizing that it should have been near the top. I feel like I am doing some jacked-up version of the robot.
“So perfect,” Emmett coos, bringing me back from the edge.
Callum walks over to stand behind me, pressing his hard cock against my back.
He snakes his hand around my throat, then turns my chin to look at him.
My lips part as Jax moves me closer and closer to climax, but Callum takes it as an invitation.
His tongue swipes across my bottom lip before taking my entire mouth in his.
His kiss is passionate. Hungry. Consuming.
My hand reaches around the back of his neck, holding him to me.
I’m in heaven. All their mouths are on me, licking, sucking, and fucking.
My hips thrust as Jax’s tongue pulses in and out, while Knox’s finger slides down and begins working on my clit.
“Oh… oh my.” My legs get weaker by the second as my orgasm inches closer and closer and I climb orgasm mountain.
I see the summit when Jax pulls away, as well as the others.
I’m left panting and wanting, standing in the middle of their kitchen.
Bunch of assholes.
“Let me taste,” Emmett says to Jax. They watch me as their lips touch.
Damn. I did not see that coming, but it was so hot. Emmett pulls back a second later. “Yes. She does taste divine.”
“Let’s get you to the table,” Jax offers.
With everything going on, I hadn’t noticed the table had a variety of fruits, whipped cream, and chocolates on it.
“What’s this?” I ask, chuckling.
“Once you climb up there, it will be our dessert,” Emmett says, running his finger through the whipped cream on his chest and feeding it to me.
Jax guides me over with his hips and cock pressed into my backside while his teeth graze along the edge of my throat. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into your tight little pussy,” he says before nibbling at my neck.
“Samesies,” I whisper back in a low voice and regret it almost immediately.
Stupid. Fucking stupid. Samesies. What the hell? I need to work on my bedroom talk because that, that was an epic fail.
His hands grip my hips as he lifts me up like I’m nothing but a feather and places me on the table.
He bites my ass just before I sit down. There’s a red satin pillow at one end, so I lay my head down while Callum slowly unbuckles my shoes, letting his finger lightly rub along all the sensitive parts of my foot, causing my entire body to buzz.
Knox and Emmett walk to the back of the table and each grab a can of whipped cream and begin spraying it on my body. Emmett over my left breast and Knox around my hips, to the apex of my legs. After Callum sits my shoes out of the way, he comes back and begins rubbing my feet.
I don’t know what I had in mind about tonight, but this is definitely not it. The amount of attention and care I’m getting makes me feel like a goddess.
Jax grabs a can of whipped cream and mirrors what Emmett is doing, circling it around my other breast. Once they’re done, they begin decorating my body with various kinds of chocolate and strawberries.
Curiosity killing me, I peek down at one point and between the white whipped cream and chocolate, I feel like the Valentine’s Day version of a snowman.
“This may be our best creation,” Emmett brags.
“She looks delicious,” Jax says.
“I can’t wait to taste her,” Knox agrees, swiping his tongue at a piece of whipped cream on my stomach.
A ding echoes, and Emmett excitedly walks into the kitchen. A moment later, he’s back with two bowls. “Hot chocolate.”
With a mischievous grin, he sticks his finger in the bowl and savors the taste as he licks it clean.
He gives a bowl to Knox, who gently pours it down the center of my makeshift bra, then swirls it around each breast. The heat contrasting with the cool whipped cream causes my back to arch off the table.
It feels like fire against my skin, if fire was erotic and sensual.
Emmett takes the bowl in his hands and pours it on my stomach and swirls it around the mound of white above my pussy, then down each leg.
I’m a mess.
Whipped cream, chocolate sauce, strawberries, and chocolate morsels cover my entire body.
“Who wants dessert, guys?” Callum asks.
They all raise their hands and move towards me like animals diving onto their prey. Knox sprays the remaining whipped cream on my lips. A second later, his tongue is lapping up the sweet cream and oh, his kiss. He’s fast and wet, his tongue skillfully moving with ease.