Chapter 35
The door to my bedroom burst open and hit the wall, making me jump out of my skin. I’d just stepped out of the bathroom, my hair wet around my shoulders, my body wrapped in a towel.
I’d come out to find a letter on my desk, left there by one of the maids.
Another letter. This one the most ominous yet.
Blew up a bank today.
Which means I’m coming for you, Darling.
I hid it behind my back, as Presley strolled into my room.
“Get your passport and pack your bags, Sass, we’re going on a trip,” Presley said.
I gripped the towel tighter around me with one hand. “Jesus, Pres, can’t you knock?”
I tried to keep the tremble from my voice, fear from the letter still sparking over my nerves.
His gaze wandered over every inch of me, his face splitting in a deeply satisfied smile. “I’ve seen every inch of that gorgeous body. Know it all intimately.” He winked at me. “And you’re telling me I need to knock. In case you’re, what? In here getting yourself off?”
My jaw ticked, and I resisted the urge to kick him out.
He flopped down on my bed, grinning back at me. “Because if you’re in here flicking your bean without inviting me to either watch or lend a mouth for the occasion, then we have a serious problem.”
I edged towards my desk, slipping the letter onto it behind my back, the towel almost slipping.
I scrambled to grab it before it fell too far, even as Presley’s brow quirked in a way that said ‘let it fall’.
“Why would I be in here getting myself off when the three of you are boning me several times a day?”
His grin turned to a smirk. “Yeah, we are. And I gotta say, my world has been infinitely better since you started riding my dick daily.”
It wasn’t daily, my vagina couldn’t take it. But it was a lot. The three of us were having a lot of sex.
I moved to the bed, leaning over to press my mouth to his, the tremble of fear in my body slowly ebbing away.
His hands gripped my thighs, pulling my legs out from under me and rolling over so I was sprawled on top of him.
“Apology accepted,” he murmured against my mouth, hands roaming to the bottom of my towel.
“Don’t even think about it.” I broke the kiss, smiling down at him. “You came in here for a reason. We’re going on a trip?”
He nodded, fingers skimming the edge of the towel at my ass. “Mmmhmm,” he said, distracted by his roaming fingers and what he could get away with before I stopped him. “We’re going to Paris.”
I pushed back off him a little so I could see him better, surprised by the destination. “We’re going to Paris?”
“Would I lie to you, Sass?” He sat up, taking me with him and putting me on my feet. “There’s some charity thing both Byron and Sin need to be at. So pack your bags and get your passport.” He frowned. “You do have a passport, right?”
I walked to my dresser, pulling out some underwear to put on, while Presley strolled to the door. “Yes, I have a passport.”
He stopped, leaning against the doorframe. “Don’t bother putting those on.” He pointed to my underwear. “Not unless you want them torn off later.”
Shaking my head and fighting a grin, I chose a thin strap black slip dress and a denim jacket for the plane, skipping the underwear like Presley suggested.
Then I started packing.
Travelling with the Astons was like nothing I’d experienced before.
My mouth had been hanging open from the moment we’d stepped onboard the Aston private plane. I’d marvelled at the sleek grey panelling, the broad recliner chairs, the plush carpet, the full-length couches. Then Presley had taken my hand and shown me the full double bedroom and luxurious bathroom at the back, and my mind had been blown.
I’d thought the plane was Byron’s but Sinclair had smirked, Dacre informing me that Sin had bought it his first year out of Triple C. When I said these guys were richer than God, I’d meant it.
As soon as we’d taken our seats, a stunning flight attendant, with long red hair and green eyes, dressed in the smallest mini skirt known to man, had served us drinks. I hated the way her gaze lingered on each of my guys. Had any of them slept with her? That jealous little monster inside me couldn’t bear to know the answer.
Two hours into the flight, Dacre appeared next to me in the aisle, offering me his hand.
“Come with me.”
There was a wicked gleam in his eye that had me rushing to unbuckle my seatbelt.
I let him lead me to the bedroom at the back of the plane, where he didn’t bother to shut the door behind us, just sat down on the end of the bed, in full view of the plane aisle.
“Sit with me.” He patted his muscular thigh and I didn’t hesitate, turning and dropping my ass into his lap.
“Such a good, obedient girl, Dempsey,” he murmured against my hair.
His hands came around me and he smoothed them up my thighs, dragging my dress along with them. Presley and Sinclair swivelled their chairs to watch us, their eyes trained on my legs and the path of Dacre’s hands.
His lips pressed against my ear, his voice like a deep caress. “You going to put on a show for them, sweetheart?”
I nodded, heat already pooling between my legs at the promise of what was to come. I leaned against him so my back was flush with his chest and dropped my head to his shoulder.
Dacre reached for my knees, spreading my legs wide and exposing me to Sinclair and Presley.
“Fuck, you’re glistening, Princess.” Sinclair’s hard cock was tenting his pants.
Across the aisle, Presley had already shoved his grey sweatpants aside and was stroking his thick cock with his hand.
“You look beautiful, Sass,” he said, with hooded eyes, staring at the glistening heat between my legs.
Dacre’s fingers brushed over my clit, pulling a sound from my lips.
“That’s it, baby, moan nice and loud for me. Show them how much you love being fingered at forty thousand feet.”
Dacre worked me over, pulling moan after moan out of me while Presley and Sinclair watched on. Sinclair was yet to touch his cock, his hands gripping the arms of his chair, eyes trained on Dacre’s fingers between my legs.
The curtain at the other end of the aisle opened, the stunning flight attendant stepping into the cabin. Her eyes flickered with the briefest hint of surprise at the sight of me spread out and desperate.
I tried to slam my legs shut to cover myself, but Dacre held my knees wide with his own, a firm palm pressed against my stomach.
“Don’t get shy on me, Bambi. Look at Presley, look how much he’s fucking loving it. You know he gets off watching.”
Presley’s head was tipped back, his hand stroking his cock so fast he was surely about to explode.
Keeping my legs wide, I moaned loudly at the next swipe of Dacre’s fingers.
The flight attendant strode down the aisle, keeping her eyes averted from what was clearly happening in the bedroom at the other end. She stopped between Sinclair and Presley.
“May I help either of you with that, sirs?” She glanced between them, motioning at their laps.
Oh, hell no.
I shot forward, but Dacre’s strong hands kept me pinned to his lap.
Jealousy seared through me at the thought of her touching them. Touching what was mine. There was no way her perfect mouth or her dainty fucking hands were going anywhere near their cocks.
I opened my mouth to say as much, but Sinclair beat me to it.
“Not a chance. You’re dismissed and don’t come back in here unless one of us hits the call button.”
She nodded, her eyes downcast as she made her way back behind the curtain.
The thought that maybe one, or all of them, had fucked her at some point took root in my mind again, a raging possessiveness flaring hot and fast in me.
It fled the moment Dacre pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger, making me cry out and sending a full body shudder through me.
Sinclair pushed from his seat, striding into the bedroom. He stared down at me for a beat, heat searing in his gaze. Then he dropped to his knees in front of me, mouth closing over my clit.
I clung to Dacre’s forearms, moaning like a bitch in heat.
“Fuck, Dempsey,” Presley ground out from where he still sat in his seat, choking his cock with his hand.
Sinclair sucked and swirled all over me, getting me impossibly wetter.
“Oh my God, Sin!”
He groaned against my clit at the use of his nickname.
I tipped my head back against Dacre’s shoulder, his hands coming up to slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders. He cupped my exposed breasts, thumbs flicking my hardened nipples.
“You like that, Bambi?” Dacre murmured against my ear. “Sinclair doesn’t get on his knees for anyone.”
I glanced down, infinitely more turned on at the sight of Sinclair’s tongue all over me.
He smirked up at me, his lips closing over my clit and sucking hard, making me scream. I writhed in Dacre’s lap, but he held me firmly against him as an orgasm tore through me and I exploded on Sinclair’s tongue.
Dacre nipped at my earlobe, allowing me a few deep breaths to recover. “There’s no way I’m not fucking you after that. Get on the bed.”
I slipped my dress off, leaving me naked, and moved to the bed. Presley got to his feet and joined us, stepping out of his sweatpants, his giant cock still in his hand.
Sinclair did the same, unzipping his pants and taking out his hard length, exposing the row of bars piercing the underside.
I kneeled on all fours on the bed. Dacre moved behind me, dragging the tip of his cock along my seam. “I’m going to take what I need from you, Bambi, and you’re going to give it to me, like a good little whore.”
His harsh words sent a thrill through me that made me shiver with the pleasure I knew was to come. He thrust inside me, and I moaned his name, both Presley and Sinclair moving closer to the side of the bed in front of me. They stood side by side, cocks in hand, making my mouth water.
I looked up at them from my position on the bed. “Come closer.”
They obeyed, their shins brushing the edge of the bed. I opened my mouth, taking Presley down my throat. He groaned louder than I’d ever heard, his head tipped back to the ceiling. “Fuck, Sass. Your mouth is incredible.”
He pumped into my mouth as Dacre pumped into me from behind, and pleasure began building inside me.
I loved being filled by them. Craved it.
Sinclair moved in close, his cock edging towards my mouth, smacking against my cheek while I sucked Presley off.
Pres pulled back, the head of his cock sliding from between my lips with a wet pop. Sinclair was in my mouth in a second, hitting the back of my throat. His piercing grazed along my tongue, the foreign feel of it turning me on.
“Goddamnit, Dempsey, you take us so well.”
His whole body was rigid, his muscles taut as he worked to stop himself from coming.
Dacre’s hold at my hips tightened, slamming me back against him, while Sinclair slammed himself down my throat.
I could barely breathe, and I loved every damn second.