Chapter Eight
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C lementine
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I ’m now wholly conscious of their eyes on me, drifting over my face, to my throat and collarbone, to my breasts, clearly visible through the gossamer of the white negligee I’m wearing.
I don’t know what to do with my hands when their attention slips from my hardened nipples to my stomach and then lower. I’m now trying not to wring my hands together and failing.
The heat of their gaze scorches my hips through the thin silk fabric, and by the time they take the expanse of thigh courtesy of the slit in the floor-length garment I’m showing, I’m weak, breathy, and wet.
Holt comes toward me. He cups my face and teases my lips apart. I sway against him, clinging to him, hanging onto him for dear life.
My mouth parts immediately, and he swoops his tongue in. He feels like dynamite in my mouth. Potent. Delicious. I kiss him back, sucking on him the way he sucks on me.
A shuddering thrill races up my spine as he gathers me closer, lifting me so I can grind my center against his concrete-hard cock.
Can I come this way? I silently ask myself as blood rushes to my clit, and I want to press harder and harder against him. He sets me down before I can wrap my legs around him and take what I want.
Steele takes me next. Except instead of his lips kissing me, he slips his thumb into my mouth. The urge to suck on him overrides every bit of modesty I have left. I twirl my tongue around him, licking and sucking like a woman starved. And all the while, he forces me to look into his blue eyes darkened dangerously. My heart thuds so loud it deafens my ear.
Steele removes his thumb from between my lips and then swipes it against my taut nipple. I shudder as the dampness of my mouth on his thumb soaks the tissue-thin fabric of my negligee. He groans before he takes possession of my lips now, kissing me torturously slowly while he rolls my nipple between his fingers. I’m past leaking wetness onto my panties. Instead, I’m now soaking my thighs.
In a daze, I search for Ryder the instant Steele releases me. I need to feel his lips on me so desperately I throw myself at him. But Ryder does nothing but plant kisses all over my face, my neck, and my shoulders.
“I want to know what your mouth tastes like when you come,” he says softly.
Goosebumps spring from my skin. Holt and Steele, standing on either side of me now, slip their hands under the nightie. Holt forces me to part my legs.
My panties are peeled off, and then two different pairs of hands touch my pussy.
Oh, my god. Holt’s and Steele’s fingers slid over me, from my clit to over my labia and then back again.
Ryder cups my face, not allowing me a moment of reprieve to close my eyes.
I’m so hot, so aroused, so drenched, so embarrassed that I’m pressing my pussy against their hands until I come apart in a breathtaking climax.
When Ryder finally claims my lips, I’m mad with greed. I attack his mouth, unleashing everything I learned about kissing from Holt and Steele on him.
Ryder chuckles against my mouth, and the vibration makes me equal parts feral and more needy.
I realize I’m constantly aware of each of them collectively. They litter my mind as a trio, and like this, when they’re touching me, I need them all three at the same time.
Holt moves in behind me now. Ryder stops kissing me but has his arm around my waist, keeping me in place. Holt brings a piece of black silk to my eyes.
My breath catches in my throat.
As he blindfolds me, the instant darkness makes me nervous and wetter. Why? I have no idea.
Steele then scoops me up and carries me to the bed. He arranges me so I’m sitting with my legs stretched out before me with my back against the padded headboard.
I want to remove the blindfold so I can take back control.
“Touch yourself, Clementine. Show us how you touch yourself when you come,” Steele says.
Umm... Did they think me not being able to see them would make me less inhibited? Wrong. All I can feel, and sense, and dammit, even taste, is them more acutely than if I could see them. I know them so well. The angles and planes of their faces, the color of their eyes, the sheer handsomeness and sexiness of their entire beings.
Blood shoots to my cheeks. Okay, this was all fun and everything up to now. I did not think this through properly. Crap on a popsicle stick.
“I can’t,” I say, reaching for the mask.
“Remove that mask, and I’m going to take my belt to your ass. Hard. Then we’ll take turns fucking your asshole with only our pre-cum as lube. Hard,” Holt says.
I’m sure the flesh on my backside turns a blistering red, and my hole, the most forbidden part on my whole body, clenches. I don’t even fully understand his words, yet the level of arousal they ignite should be worrisome.
“Well, you should know I have a very funny come face, and I should spare you from it. I get all red, and I... it’s not pretty, trust me.”
“We’ll be the judge on how funny your come face is,” Steele says, not even hiding the amused grin, which I hear in his voice.
“Now, Clementine,” Holt says. Oh my gosh, he’s so bossy.
Okay .
I pull the soft silk of the nightie off my thighs. The slit helps and enables me to part my legs.
“Wider,” Ryder commands. My legs fall further apart.
“Fuck, look at how wet she is,” Steele says, and a trio of soft grunts whispers against my skin, leaving me in flames.
“Touch yourself, Clementine,” Ryder says, his voice low and hoarse.
“Show us how you make yourself come when you touch your sweet, dripping wet cunt.”
The command from Holt demands only obedience.
My fingers fall over my clit. The contact so light, so unthreatening, but every cell inside me riots, taking me down as well. The pad of my index finger slides over my clit. The tremble in my legs travels all the way up my spine and into me. My whole body quakes.
Touching myself unleashes something inside me. I rub my index finger over the bundle of nerves at the crest of my pussy. I’m so wet I embarrass myself. But there is no place for my modesty now. My strokes increase. My breath can’t keep up. I’m painfully and acutely aware that they’re watching me. The blindfold doesn’t remove them from my sight. It brings them closer to me instead. As if they’re in my head, controlling me.
My pussy swells. Juices seep from me now. I’m wetting the bed covers.
“Harder. Faster. Make yourself come right now.” Steele’s voice is thick and husky and makes me quiver even more.
I do as I’m told. Wanton need rises within me. The orgasm I roused builds even higher inside me. My stomach contracts. It feels as if I momentarily die before I come. Hard. So damn hard.
“Beautiful. Now, use both your hands and part your lips for us, Clementine. We want to see you pulsing on the inside.”
I’m not even recovered from the earth-moving climax, but again I follow their demands. I part my labia, and I hear the chorus of their amazement in the air around me.
“Again. Make yourself come again, Clementine. Now.”
I’ve never made myself come immediately twice in a row before. I tried, but I’m just too sensitive after one climax, so I give up. I’m sure it’s not possible, but here, tonight, on our wedding night, on our marriage bed, my fingers glide over my clit furiously.
My legs can’t open any wider. I’ve slid down the headboard and now am on my back. My body arches as my fingers glide over my clit that is so desperate to come, I’m sure I’m going to burst a vein in the process.
I’m blood red in the face. Thank god for the blindfold. I can't see them being embarrassed for me. I’ve rubbed away my dignity as if it were a spot on my clit that had to come off.