Chapter 53
A devilish smile spread across Dash’s face. “Not going anywhere, huh?”
His gaze flashed to Colt. “Think we should put that to the test?”
Colt’s fingers skated upward toward my breast, and it was then I was reminded that I wasn’t wearing a bra.
“I think LeeLee deserves a reward for sticking with us.” His voice sent a wave of vibrations over my skin.
“Definitely deserves a reward,” Dash echoed. He grinned down at me. “You ready for that?”
I wasn’t sure exactly what they were considering, but there was only one answer on the tip of my tongue. “Yes.”
Dash’s mouth met mine in a hungry kiss. As his tongue swept inside, his taste consumed me. It was something so uniquely Dash. Potent and heady, as if I were suddenly a little drunk. I wanted to drown in it.
Colt’s hand palmed my breast, and he groaned. “So perfect.” His hips pressed against my backside, arching into me on instinct as he hardened.
A little moan slipped free, which only spurred Dash on. His tongue dove deeper, taking every ounce of the sound.
He pulled back, a little breathless. “She likes that.”
“What about this?” Colt’s thumb and forefinger rolled my nipple into a tight bud.
A whimper escaped my lips, and Dash growled low. “I’m going to need to take a closer look.”
His fingers closed around the waistband of my sweats, and he tugged them down, taking my panties with them. Suddenly, I was completely bare, and Dash was spreading my legs, settling between them.
I fought the urge to close them, to somehow cover myself.
Dash’s gaze shot to mine. “Don’t hide yourself from me.”
There was an air of authority in Dash’s voice that had me stilling and a shiver running through me.
Colt chuckled against the skin of my neck. “He’s the most easygoing guy ninety percent of the time, but in this area…let’s just say, Dash needs complete control.”
Dash’s finger traced a line up my inner thigh. “Did you know that the clit has over eight thousand nerve endings?”
I let out a tiny sound.
A grin spread across his face. “I’m going to make each one stand up and beg.”
My core tightened, pulsing around nothing, but so desperately wanting to be filled.
Dash touched me with only that one finger, parting my center as he teased and explored. He inhaled deeply. “God, your smell.”
Colt rolled his hips into me from behind. “I know. I can scent her from here.”
My legs tried to close on instinct at that.
A stinging slap of three fingers came across my inner thigh, and I let out a yelp.
Dash pinned me with his stare. “Can you be trusted to stay still, or does Colt need to restrain you?”
Something about that mental image had a new rush of wetness gathering between my thighs.
Dash let out a low chuckle. “She likes that idea, Colt.”
Colt pulled my tank top up, exposing my breasts. “I’d say so. Look at those pretty nipples standing at attention.”
He licked his finger and circled one of the tightening buds. “Hard as diamonds.”
“Her clit’s going to be there next,” Dash growled.
Without warning, Dash slid a finger inside me, and I whimpered. My core instantly pulsed around him, clenching down in pure need.
“Hell,” Dash muttered. “She’s like a vise. Can’t fucking wait to feel her around my cock.”
The thought of all of Dash filling me, moving inside me, had my hips moving of their own volition, seeking more.
His other hand tightened around my thigh. “Be still, mon coeur. You’re not ready for my punishments.”
I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from moving. But God, I wanted to know what those punishments were.
Dash slid another finger inside me, and my mouth opened in a silent plea. He curled those fingers, and I couldn’t help but cry out as pleasure rocked through me.
“There she is. Going to map out every spot that brings you to the brink.”
Colt chuckled. “You think he’s kidding? He’ll probably draw out a diagram for all of us.”
Dash shrugged. “Science is man’s best friend.”
My inner walls began to tremble, and Dash tugged his fingers free. “Not yet, mon coeur. I’m not done playing.”
His fingers, slick with my wetness, circled my clit. The bundle of nerves swelled, trying to get to him.
Dash used one finger to press up the skin covering it. “So pretty. So ready.”
“Please.” I was begging, and I didn’t even care.
“Need something, mon coeur?”
Colt smiled against my neck as he tweaked my nipple. “Take pity on her, Dash. She’s still getting used to this.”
“Tell me what you want,” Dash said, his voice a husky promise.
“More,” I breathed.
“If you want to come, you need to ask nicely.”
“Please, Dash. I need to come.”
“That’s a good girl.”
Dash’s fingers slid back inside me in a flash, curling to hit that magical spot. He bent, his tongue flicking across my clit in tiny, little bursts.
I cried out as an explosion of sensation slammed into me. So much it was almost painful.
Dash’s lips closed around that bundle of nerves, and he sucked deep just as Colt pinched both my nipples. My core gripped Dash’s fingers so hard I swore they would break.
I rode each wave of pleasure on instinct, no control of my body, only holding on for dear life. Light flashed in front of my eyes. Something inside me snapped.
They were everywhere. The sensations they created were all around me and then inside me, embedding themselves so deep I knew they’d be a part of me forever. And then darkness descended.
Voices tugged at my consciousness. I was dressed now, cradled against someone’s chest as he walked into a room. Dash, my senses told me.
“Your scents are all over each other,” Ronan said, a hint of accusation in his voice.
“She’s staying with us,” Dash said by way of explanation.
“That won’t do us much good if you break her,” Ronan shot back.
My eyelids fluttered open. “Not broken,” I mumbled.
Colt leaned over and pressed a kiss to my temple. “Of course, you’re not. Just a little overstimulated.”
I pressed my thighs together on instinct, and all the guys groaned. My eyes widened.
Dash grinned down at me. “The closer any of us get to you, the harder it is for all of us to stay away.”
“Oh,” I squeaked.
My gaze shot to Trace, whose jaw was granite and hands were fisted as if he wanted to tear the entire lounge apart.
Pain pricked at me, followed by a flood of guilt. “Sorry.”
Declan leaned back in his chair, grinning wide. “Don’t apologize. This is going to be so much fun.”