Chapter 32
Ishowed up at the library, as requested, the following night.
Presley instantly moved to meet me the moment I stepped into the room, taking my face in his hands and consuming my mouth with a deep, panty-melting kiss that made my heart stutter in my chest.
“Missed you, Sass.”
I grinned back at him. “Missed you too, Superstar.”
He slung an arm around my shoulders and walked me over to where Dacre was leaning against one of the shelves. Sinclair was sprawled in an armchair to his right, legs spread and hands splayed along the arms like he owned the place. As Byron’s oldest heir, he technically, sort of, did own the place, but Sinclair owned any room he was in.
Dacre crossed his arms over his chest as Presley and I approached together. “Way to mark your territory, Pres.”
“That was entirely the point,” Sinclair said in his usually unreadable tone. Only this time I caught the flash of annoyance directed at his brother.
“I can’t help it that I can’t keep my hands off her.” Presley tightened his arm around my neck, tugging me closer so he could kiss the top of my head.
“Try,” Dacre offered.
Pres tilted his head like he was thinking about it. “You know, I don’t really want to.”
Dacre laughed, shaking his head. I slipped out from under Presley’s arm, ignoring his sulking noise of protest, and moved to Dacre. Stopping in front of him, I stood between his legs, smoothing my hands up his hard pecs to wrap around his neck, then met his mouth in a searing kiss. The heat of his hands at my back and ass made my thighs clench, and I pulled away before we started something we couldn’t finish right now.
“Get back here,” Dacre growled, eyes lit with teasing.
“Not in front of the books,” I said over my shoulder.
I stopped in front of Sinclair, staring down at him and waiting for some kind of permission to share an intimate moment with him. Dacre, Presley, and I had all had fun together. I knew where they stood about hooking up around each other. But Sinclair and I hadn’t so much as kissed in front of his brothers. I had no idea what his boundaries were. Which was exactly why we were here to begin with—to lay out the rules when it came to this unique little situation we found ourselves in.
Sinclair’s eyes locked with mine and he reached for my hand, pulling me closer. His other hand cupped the back of my thigh, bringing me onto his lap, my knees straddling his hips. Then he took my face in his hands and kissed me like the damn world was ending.
The kiss stole the strength from my body and the breath from my lungs.
A low whistle sounded behind us from Presley. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
I rolled my eyes at his voyeur tendencies, but didn’t dare break the kiss. Not when it felt this good.
“Keep going, bro. I love the way her hips rock and she doesn’t even realize it. It turns me on when she’s doing it in my lap, but it’s even hotter watching it.”
Of course the brother with a fetish for public sex was getting off on watching me make out with his brother.
Sinclair’s hands roamed my back, his broad fingers splayed across my shoulder blades and the middle of my spine, like he was waiting for me to pull away and he wasn’t going to allow it. Presley moved closer until I could feel the heat of him at my back, strong hands landing on my shoulders. His fingers tightened over my skin, slowly massaging me while I kissed Sin.
“You’re doing so good, Sass. Keep riding him just like that, baby.”
Sinclair’s hard length hit just the right spot between my legs, and I moaned into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Dacre ground out from where he still sat a few feet away.
Presley’s hands splayed over my collarbones, massaging my chest and the tops of my breasts. “Do you like that, Sass?”
I nodded, mouth still fused with Sinclair’s, unable to break away even if I wanted to. Which I didn’t. Nothing could tear me away from his hot mouth and practiced tongue. My hips rocked into him on their own accord, causing him to grunt into my mouth.
Presley’s hands dipped lower, his fingers sliding into my bra and over my hardened nipples, sending sparks of delicious pleasure through me. He shifted closer, his jean-clad cock at the back of my head. He cupped my breasts and stroked my nipples, heightening my arousal. Having both Sinclair and Presley’s hands on me was like a drug. I was a damn addict and needed more.
I opened my eyes, lips still fused with Sinclair’s, and looked to Dacre, motioning for him to come to me. He pushed off the bookshelf, strolling over until he was at my side, his waistband at eye level.
Reluctantly I pulled away from Sinclair. Presley’s hands were still buried in my shirt while I worked Dacre’s cock free from his jeans. He stared down at me, expression full of heat, as I stroked his cock in my hand.
I turned back to Sinclair, making sure to keep a steady pace for Dacre. Sin’s eyes were hooded, his cheeks flushed, and he reached for me again, mouth instantly claiming mine. His hips rocked in time with mine, both of us jolting every time the tip of his cock nudged my entrance through our clothes. Presley resumed his massage of my breasts, sending my senses into overdrive.
One brother in my mouth and between my legs. One driving me insane with the way he’d caged me in and was working me over. The last thrusting into my hand like he couldn’t get enough.
It had never crossed my mind that things would play out this way between us all, but now that it had, there was no turning back. I wanted all of them. And if they were going to give themselves to me all at once, I was going to take it.
Sinclair’s hands moved to my thighs, rising higher and taking my short skirt with him.
“You going to let me in, Dempsey?” he murmured against my mouth.
I nodded, and Dacre cursed under his breath. Presley’s hands tightened over my breasts, giving them a hard squeeze. I didn’t slow the pace of my hand, bringing Dacre along with me with all the sensation and arousal I felt when Sinclair reached between us to unzip his pants, freeing his steel cock. He didn’t hesitate, shoving my panties aside and thrusting inside me.
I cried out, my grip tightening around Dacre. He pitched forward, hands white-knuckling the broad side of the armchair.
“Fuck, Dempsey, you’ve got my dick in a chokehold. I love it, baby. Show me how good Sin is making you feel.”
I rocked my hips harder, Sinclair thrusting deeper, and I moaned each of their names.
“God, this is so fucking hot,” Presley muttered from above me, shoving my top and bra down under my breasts.
Sin’s gaze dropped to my chest, mesmerized by every sway and bounce of my breasts when he thrust inside me.
Presley moved around to the other side of the armchair, near Sinclair’s shoulder.
“I need more, baby. You’re going to take care of me too, right?” Presley unzipped his jeans, pulling his cock free and giving it a long tug.
Of course the big needy baby was asking me that. I loved how much he wanted me and there was no way in hell I wasn’t going to take care of him.
I nodded, opening wide when he rubbed the tip of his cock over my lips. Swallowing him down, I ran my tongue along the underside of his hard length.
I was so full, so overwhelmed, my senses were in overdrive. Presley filled my mouth while Sinclair thrust deep inside me, and Dacre’s pulsing length moved in my hand.
I’d never been more turned on or desperate to make all three of them come.
Dacre reached out, his rough hand squeezing and palming my exposed breast.
“That’s a good girl,” Sinclair said, his voice low and rough. He gripped my hips, staring down at his cock thrusting in and out of me. “You going to get us all off, Dempsey? Let us use this hot little body like a cum rag?”
His words were filthy, demeaning. But they only made me hotter and needier.
I nodded, taking Presley deeper, rocking my hips harder, and stroking Dacre faster.
Presley and Dacre tipped their heads back in unison, groaning at the ceiling, and the sight and sound of it made me feel more powerful than I ever had. It was me making these big, angry men moan my name. They wanted me, and I wanted to please them any way I could.
A minute later, I was ready to combust. My insides were like liquid heat, Sinclair’s punishing thrusts pushing me higher and higher.
I took Presley all the way to the back of my throat until I gagged and he swore, caressing my hair. “Such a good little slut, Dempsey. You know just how I like it.”
My orgasm tore through me like a lightning bolt at his dirty words, and the overwhelming feeling of their hands on me. My pussy tightened around Sinclair and he gripped my waist, his cock pulsing inside me as he came along with me. Presley and Dacre were next, Pres shooting his load down my throat, while Dacre’s hand closed over mine where it was wrapped around him, and he shot ropes of cum across my breasts.
I cried out as he painted my chest, all of my senses pinging with pleasure.
Being with all three of them was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced. And I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing it over and over again.
The room was still, our heavy breaths the only sound.
Presley slipped from my mouth, tucking himself back in his jeans with a grin and a loving stroke of my hair. Dacre leaned down and kissed the top of my head. “You’re perfect.”
I smiled up at him as he zipped up.
“I didn’t think we’d end up having group sex when we came in here,” I said lazily, feeling happier and more content than I could ever remember being.
“That wasn’t the intention,” Sinclair said distractedly. His eyes were locked on my breast, his thumb swiping through Dacre’s cum and swirling it around my sensitive, aching nipple. The sight was so erotic, so hot, that I was instantly ready to go again.
My pussy clenched around him, still buried inside me, and his eyes shot to mine, darkening with heat.
I bit my lip, reluctantly climbing off him. “We have things we need to discuss. Like how all this is going to work.” I motioned to the four of us. “Beyond the super hot way we just made it work, obviously.”
He nodded holding my waist while I got to my feet on thoroughly fucked jelly legs.
Dacre appeared behind me, tissues in his hand. His body warmed my back while his arm came around me to clean his seed from my breasts. The gentle slide of his hand, the rough tissue, and the brush of his fingers over my nipples had me sighing, my eyes closing and head dropping back against his shoulder.
“If I dip my fingers under this hot skirt of yours, am I going to find you wet and ready for round two?”
I bit my lip and nodded, and he half-groaned, half-growled in my ear.
“Fuck porn,” Presley said, dropping onto one of the couches and grinning in my direction. “Images of Dempsey are the only thing I’m beating off to anymore.”