4. Peyton
PEYTON
What was I doing? The thought tried to take hold, but then Leonid sucked on the side of my neck and an unholy sound of desperate need rushed out. His hand settled on my thigh, then moved upward.
“Do you want this?” Viktor stared at me from across the table.
Even through the lusty haze, I understood the importance of the question. “Yes.” I’d never done anything this bold or reckless. It was an absolutely terrible idea to sleep with them.
But hell.
When would I ever have another chance like this?
Never.
They were attractive and Leonid all but insisted that they wanted to be with me despite my working for them.
Viktor stood, and my nerves went on high alert. Power radiated from him like heat from a volcano.
They had all the power here, and the imbalance should have terrified me.
Instead, my core tightened and my clit throbbed. I tried to press my legs together to ease the ache, but nothing helped. I needed more, not less.
Viktor unbuttoned his suit jacket and shrugged out of it, then his white shirt and undershirt.
Holy shit. My cheeks heated, but I was beyond caring as I drank in the sight of his sculpted abs and broad chest. I’d known they were ripped, but this?
My brain short-circuited.
Mikhail followed Viktor’s lead, stripping to the waist.
Both left their pants on, and that needy sound erupted from me again that I’d been denied seeing all of them.
Then again, I still wore my dress, even though it had hiked its way up past my ass.
“Your fantasy with the feast.” Mikhail spoke slowly, broad hands reaching toward something on the table. “You only spoke of having foods eaten off your body.” He took the lid off one of the silver containers. “Ice cream was one of them.”
“Yes.” I croaked my response when he swung his head around to look at me.
Dark eyes roamed over my body. “Would you like to remove your own clothes or have Leo do it for you?”
Leo? I managed to turn my head enough to catch Leonid’s gaze.
He twirled a strand of my hair around his finger. “Your choice, Peyton.”
“You.” I snapped my mouth shut before I uttered the nickname out loud. I doubted I was allowed to call them anything other than Sir or Mr.
A devastating smile stretched across Leo’s face. He stood, pulling me to my feet.
He gripped the zipper and eased it down my spine, his knuckles rasping over my skin and sending tingles in their wake.
My nipples hardened to the point of painfulness, and I arched my back, resting my head against his shoulder when he slid in behind me and eased the dress down over my shoulders and hips.
The black lace panties did nothing to hide me, and for once, I relished the freedom nakedness brought me.
Mikhail and Viktor watched us with hunger burning in their eyes.
I’d never seen that in real life, only read about it and seen it in movies.
Having that intensity directed at me turned on a boldness I hadn’t expected. I looped my arm over Leo’s neck when he bent to kiss my shoulder.
He cupped my breasts in both hands, kneading them briefly before pinching both nipples.
I gasped and rubbed my ass over his crotch, feeling the thick bulge and almost panting at the size of him.
It would be a stretch to fit him inside, and I could not wait to experience what these men had to offer.
Mikhail dropped his head toward the bed, and Leo guided me in that direction.
“Let’s get you settled so we can begin.” Viktor’s deep voice rumbled, and he prowled toward the bed, his arms full of bowls and containers.
Mikhail reached me first. He scooped a small bite of chocolate ice cream from the bowl and dropped it into my navel.
Before I had a chance to gasp from the cold, he leaned over me and lapped it up, eyes never leaving mine.
I couldn’t help it that my hips bucked off the bed, toward the warmth of his mouth.
His smile, when it appeared, was quite different from Leo’s. It almost looked feral, wild and terrifying. Only… I wasn’t scared.
He lowered his mouth to my stomach and rubbed his chin back and forth. “There was another fantasy. One where you sit on Leo’s face and let him eat you while his favorite song plays. Would you like to add that one?”
“I can do that?” My hands tangled in the silky sheets when Viktor sucked my nipple into his mouth.
Viktor released me long enough to drizzle chocolate sauce over my nipple. “You can have anything you want.” He lowered his head again, nipping at my skin before sucking hard enough to make me see stars.
Leo stretched out on his back beside me. Grinning, he tapped a finger to his lips. “Come sit on my face. Let me taste you.”
Mikhail inhaled, his head dipping lower so that he brushed my inner thigh with his cheek. “You smell divine. So sweet.”
“If we’re combining fantasies…” I hesitated, swallowed hard, then decided I might as well go all in. “If we’re combining fantasies, I want to add in yours, Mikhail.” His first name slipped out on a breath.
I hoped to God I wasn’t wrong about him being the one who had said he’d always fantasized about having a woman give him a blow job while another man made her come.
Mikhail’s smile stretched wider. “Misha.” He rubbed his chin back and forth over my inner thigh, his stubble creating such a contrast that I lifted my hips again.
I needed contact, needed pressure and their touch.
I needed to be filled, and they were driving me crazy touching me everywhere but where I truly wanted them.
Did they know that? Were they teasing me on purpose?
Then again, I had a wide open opportunity to have Leo’s mouth on my pussy. I eyed him, checking his expression. “Are you sure?”
“I do not say things I do not mean.” He tapped his mouth again. “Sit on my face, Peyton.”
“Do it.” The command in Viktor’s voice snapped through the room. He scooped a hand behind my head and half lifted my torso from the bed. “We are here to please you. To make your fantasies come true. Have you changed your mind?”
I shook my head.
“Then why do you hesitate?” Confusion flashed over his face.
I only recognized it because of the question. How did I tell this gorgeous man who had no idea what it felt like to be told he could not enjoy normal things because of his size that I was afraid I’d suffocate his friend and business partner?
Viktor’s large hand framed the back of my head, and he leaned in close enough to whisper into my ear.
“You need not fear, Peyton. Whatever it is you are afraid of, there is nothing to fear. We will not hurt you. We are only here to please you. Leo has spoken of this night for weeks. He has dreamed of this moment, but he will not demand anything of you.”
“I want to.” I gripped his shoulders and held on. He was so strong, so powerful, that my fears disappeared.
“Good girl.” The low praise shot straight to my pussy. Well fuck. I had a thing for praise, apparently. “And you were right about Misha. He was not certain about sharing at first, but after that first conversation with you, he was not about to miss out.” He helped me onto my knees and over to Leo.
Misha had moved while Viktor helped me through my momentary crisis, and he now sat at the head of the bed, completely naked.
I’d thought Leo’s cock felt massive against my ass, but the sight of Misha started a tingle on the back of my neck. He was going to feel so good inside me.
I settled on Leo’s face, a second of doubt disappearing the instant he gripped my thighs and pulled me all the way down until his nose pressed into my clit. He slid his tongue up, then down.
“Oh.” I couldn’t hold myself up. It felt too good. My body bowed forward, and Misha was there to catch me.
Music played, a low, pulsing orchestra that caressed my skin with dulcet tones. Leo timed his tongue to the music, pushing it into me and retreating.
I wrapped a hand around the base of Misha’s cock and lowered my head. He tasted like salt and musk, the smell of his skin and our combined arousal thickening the air.
The four of us had talked for weeks, sharing our favorite hobbies alongside our fantasies. They knew more about me than anyone. I’d told them how I wanted to be touched, the things I’d always wanted to do, and they’d listened.
Viktor trailed his hands down my arm and around my jaw. “Come, take a bite.” He pulled me off Misha’s cock and held out a strawberry. His eyes glittered. “Bite.”
I opened my mouth and sank my teeth into the juicy berry.
He nodded his approval. “Good. Now suck Misha’s cock.”
The casual way they spoke about all this took away the last of my reservations.
“What do you like, Misha?” I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and sucked.
He groaned and fisted his hands in my hair. “I like hearing you say my name before you blow me.” He pulled my head up gently, the tug on my hair barely stinging. “But I am not the one with a control kink. That is Viktor.”
“I noticed that.” I shot a look at Viktor. “Is that why you keep telling me what to do?”
“Yes.” His face twisted. “I try to keep it pushed down, but seeing you like this…” He motioned at me.
Leo slid two fingers into my pussy and pumped them deep. Before I even had a chance to gasp, he latched onto my clit and sucked.
“Oh.” Fuck. God, he felt good. I moaned and stopped trying to hold my body still. Pleasure crawled through my veins, up my spine, and sent tingles across the back of my head. “What do you want me to do, Viktor?”
A low, almost angry sounding growl parted his lips as they pulled back from his teeth. “Damn it, Peyton, I am trying to be a gentleman.”
“Don’t.” I groaned and rode Leo’s face, my vision blurring when I blinked. “Please, Viktor. Tell me what to do. I have enough gentlemen in my life. I need you to be real.”
“Fuck.” He tore a hand through his hair. “Widen your legs. Sit down harder on Leo.” He waited for me to comply. “Yes. Just like that. Now, take Misha’s cock into your mouth. Deep. I want you to gag on him.”
Deep throat. Got it. I opened my mouth for Misha and took him down until I gagged, then did it again.