8. Dax #2
Fucking, fuck, fuck. Thank God I had a high sex drive, or these men would be using me up like a dirty old sock with how often they found a way to play games like this.
His fingers found my nipples and rolled them, making me arch into the sensation.
Teeth nipped at my earlobe before he sucked it into his mouth and gave it a slight tug, mixing a bit of pain with pleasure.
A groan was pulled out of my mouth when he released my ear but pinched my nipples and pulled just enough that there was tension on them.
“Fuck yes,” I whimpered.
“See that, Cameron? I bet she’s about ready to beg me for more, but I’m not gonna give it to her. She needs to work for it,” Wes shared as he shoved up my shirt so he could see my breasts. “What should I do? Suck on one, or maybe you’re craving something a little rougher?”
I met his gaze and felt he might be into it if I played my cards right. “I want you to choke me as you suck on my tit.”
The smirk that grew on his face told me he was more than fine with my idea.
A hand trailed down my leg then back up, but this time, ran it over my clothing-covered pussy with just enough pressure to make my hips thrust, but nowhere close enough to get any relief.
Up and up the hand slowly moved, swirling around my nipple, then making the final journey to my neck just under my jaw.
“Is this what you want?” Wes asked, his lips brushing mine as he talked. “You want me to take control of whether you get to breathe or not?”
Just hearing him say the words had my breath quickening with excitement. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”
Having gotten the answer he wanted, he devoured my lips, nipping, sucking, and licking them as I opened to him.
Wes’s tongue fucked my mouth as his fingers slowly tightened around the edges of my neck.
When it got to the point I struggled to get in the air, I stilled for a moment letting the natural panic subside.
Weston would never hurt me. This man had protected me my entire life.
There was no way he’d purposely harm me with his own hand.
My eyes fell shut as I trusted in his hold, letting the lightheadedness fill me, knowing when he released me, the euphoric sensation would be amazing.
I gasped, letting air fill my lungs as he released the pressure only to reapply it two breaths later.
He moved his mouth down to my breast and his tongue flicked furiously over my erect nipple.
At the same time, he released me, then sucked my nipple into his mouth hard.
My body convulsed, hips thrusting forward, trying to find any source of friction to ease the pain building.
As he kept up the suction, his tongue swirled and flicked, making my eyes roll back, and I moaned.
“God, please, Wes, let me come. Please, please, please, just touch my pussy,” I begged. “Hell, just slap my pussy. I’m so close and so wet… fuck. I just need to come.”
Clearly ignoring my pleading, he cut off my air once more, released that breast, and moved to the other.
Applying the same torture as he had on the other, my body was screaming for the ability to come.
I was so close to the edge. I just needed that last push, the overwhelming sensation that would send me plummeting into an orgasm.
Like one would expect from a man you’ve known most of your life, he pulled back, dropped his hand from my neck, took a nipple in each hand, and pulled sharply with a slight twist. I screamed as I came, my body shaking with the force of it as I slumped forward, clinging to Weston.
He nibbled on my neck like I wasn’t drawing out one of the most intense climaxes, flicking my nipples with his fingers just to ensure I lost my goddamn mind.
The sound of more than one male grunting in completion made its way into my blissed-out brain.
Turning my head, I found Cognac and Cam slack-faced in bliss as they finished in their hand.
Why the fuck is it so sexy to know I’d made them so turned on they couldn’t do anything just jack off while watching?
“Umm, is it safe to come out yet?” Dani called from the back of the house.
Fuck. The whole point I’d come out here was to get dinner for Eagle and me, but here I was getting titty twisted into oblivion.
Wes grabbed the roll of paper towels and chucked them at the guys. “Make sure you clean up real good. More than just you will sit over there, and I, for one, don’t want to worry about finding dried spunk on the wall.”
“Give us a minute to zip things up, then you’re safe,” Cognac replied to Dani.
Poor woman was gonna be dodging sexy time left and right if these guys had any say about it. I slid off the counter, but Wes grabbed my shoulders to make sure I didn’t fall over when my feet hit the ground.
My knees threatened to buckle, but they held strong, and I grinned up at Wes. “Is dinner ready now? I’ve worked up quite the appetite.”
Wes snorted a laugh and grabbed bowls out of the cabinet. “Yeah, it’s ready, has been for about fifteen minutes.”
“What?” I gasped as my fist slammed into his arm. “Not cool, man. I could have grabbed some and left instead of giving everyone in this house blue balls.”
“Guess you shouldn’t have complained about what I made then, huh?” Wes countered with a raised brow. He then handed me two full bowls and placed a hunk of bread on the rim of each. “Enjoy.”
“Thank you, I will,” I muttered as I marched back to Eagle’s room.