45
THEA
It isn’t long after the proposal that we’re back in the limo. Wesley urged me to talk to Cassie before hurrying me out of the venue.
Now, I sit with him on my left and Sutton on my right. The tension in the air is thick and electric. Despite that, no one makes a move. I glance between Cole and Damian, who are sitting opposite each other on the leather seats that line the limo’s length.
I’m about to say something when Wesley takes my face in his hands and pushes his lips against mine, hard and unyielding. With anyone else, it might feel too rough. However, with him, it sends a rush of adrenaline through my body.
I meet his forceful mouth and tongue with equal aggression. This is how we like it.
After getting so close to coming at the party, I’m not wasting any time. I want my release that Damian denied me.
Pulling up the skirt of my dress, I swing my leg over so that I’m straddling Wes. His hands slide beneath the fabric, bunched at my thighs, until he reaches my ass. Grabbing two handfuls, he yanks me closer until there’s no room between us. His nails dig into my skin and I know I’ll have marks to admire for days.
I push my hands through his styled hair, making it messy. Just how I like it. Wes kisses down my throat before licking his way back up. His warm breath heats the damp trail over my sensitive skin, making me shiver.
He pulls away. “It was very difficult for me to not touch you while you were in Damian’s lap.” Wes looks over my shoulder at where his brother’s sitting.
I don’t want his attention on anyone but me. I don’t want Damian to screw this up. He can pout over there or watch the show. I could give two fucks what he does. That flare of rage at denying me comes back—I use my body to find relief.
Grabbing Wesley’s chin, I force him to look back at me. Pushing deeper into him, I run the length of myself over the ridge of his cock. I throw a glance over my shoulder at Damian. We lock eyes. “Well, now I’m in your lap, so what are you going to do about it?” I turn my gaze back to Wes, waiting for an answer.
His hips buck into me, making me moan in response. “I’m going to fuck you while they watch.”
There’s too much material between us. I need to feel his skin. Pushing his dress jacket down his shoulders, he releases his grip on me enough to get it off, but then his hands are on me once again.
I shouldn’t want this, not by conventional standards. I shouldn’t want to be fucked in front of everyone, and I shouldn’t enjoy giving these men a show. And I definitely shouldn’t want all of them to join in. Yet I do.
My fingers find the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his torso. Wesley lets out a grunt of frustration. He doesn’t want to stop touching me, although the shirt has to come off. He nearly rips it, trying to get it over his head. I take a moment to admire his beautiful tan skin and the tattoos covering both arms—he’s gorgeous.
Once it’s off, I push my mouth to his. Sliding my hands over his chest, I claw into his skin. Wes groans and throws his head back, giving me clear access to his neck. He’s marked me plenty. It’s my turn.
I eye the thick, muscled skin the connects his neck to shoulder. The same spot he chose on me. Lowering my face, I lick from his collarbone to the place where I want to sink my teeth. He shudders under my tongue. I let out a rough laugh, knowing it’s gentle compared to what I’m about to do.
Without warning, I bite down, tasting skin and sweat. I’ve never done this before, so I’m worried I might hurt him. His entire body tenses, making his grip dig almost unbearably.
“Thea,” he moans out. “Harder.”
Fuck.I do as he asks and clench my jaw as hard as I can until a metallic taste dances over my tongue. Wes rolls his hips, his trapped cock rubbing me in all the right ways. I reach down between us, eager to free him.
“Uh uh.” I hear from behind me.
My mouth releases from Wesley. His skin is angry with an imprint of my teeth and blood rises from the marks. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, red tinged drool coating it. Glancing behind me, my eyes dart between Damian and Cole to see who’s guilty of stopping me—but I already know who’s responsible.
“If you’re not going to get me off, someone else will.” I narrow my eyes at him in defiance, knowing I’ll probably get punished for this. The thought of him spanking me again fills me with need.
I want his hands on me, even if it hurts a little.
No one speaks up. Suddenly Sutton drops to his knees behind me, between Wesley’s legs. His fingers grip my bunched up dress, pushing it all the way up so that it’s around my waist, exposing Wes grabbing at my ass.
I lick my lips, realizing exactly what Sutton’s doing.
Over my shoulder, I see him sit back on his legs, giving Cole and Damian a clear view. Rolling my hips slowly over Wesley, I arch my back exaggeratedly—giving them all a glimpse of my lace covered pussy.
Damian sucks in a sharp breath.
“Love,” Cole moans out. Their reactions pull a smirk from me and I turn back to Wesley, grinding into him deeper and faster. Adrenaline pumps through me. The power I’m holding over them is going right to my head and I can’t stop. I kiss Wes as I mark up his chest in desperation—needing his tongue to explore me while his cock’s inside of me.
He must feel it too, the need to be closer. I feel a sharp yank and hear the rip of material. My panties. I smile against his lips. “That’s ten new pairs you owe me, Mr. Wolfe.”
Wesley chuckles. “So worth it, blue eyes.”
“Damian,” Sutton pleads. “You’ll regret missing out on this. C’mon.” I think if anyone has a chance at convincing him to let go of some of that control, it’s Sutton. Come on, Damian.
I hear the rustle of fabric against the leather and feel Sutton shift, then there’s another set of hands on me. A rush of excitement goes straight to my clit.
Wesley slides us over so that Damian can sit to his left.
My chest rises and falls rapidly. I’m scared to look at him—not knowing what I’ll find. Finally, curiosity wins and I meet his icy blue eyes. They don’t hold annoyance like they have all day. Instead, I find fierce desire. He wants this as much as I do.
Cole can’t stay away, either. He takes the seat to Wesley’s right.
His fingers trace the line of my jaw. “You’re so beautiful.” An unwarranted heat creeps into my cheeks. Words so sweet and innocent shouldn’t be making me blush more than the position I’m in, but they do. I reach out and brush Cole’s curls from his forehead—they bounce back stubbornly.
He leans in and kisses me as Wesley thrusts into me, making me moan into Cole’s mouth. Damian’s hand runs up the satin of my back, up and over my shoulders, past my neck until he’s hitting the comb that holds my hair in place.
He pulls it out and curls spill down my back. Damian’s hand slides up against my scalp, the touch sends a shiver down my spine. Then he fists my hair and yanks my head backwards.
“Is this what you want, princess?” The sting of it is momentary. Pleasure at his roughness quickly takes over.
My gaze slides to him, but he’s blurry in the corner of my vision. “Yes, Damian. I want this.” The words come out in breathless pants. “Please,” I beg.
I feel him rise onto his knees in the seat. He brings his lips to mine. Something about sharing my mouth with three men in a matter of minutes makes my heart pound faster.
“Tell me how wet she is, Sutton,” Damian commands, pulling away from me.
Sutton’s fingers skate over the back of my thighs—the teasing makes me push towards him. I feel his finger slide over me and my body stills at his touch. He starts at my clit—tracing delicious circles over it.
He works his way to my entrance, easily pushing a finger inside of me, making my breath hitch. Moving in and out, Sutton coats himself in my wetness before adding a second. Instinctively, my body rocks against Wesley as Sutton fucks me with his fingers.
We set a rhythm of him thrusting and me grinding against Wes. I look over at Damian, but he’s leaned back, watching Sutton slide in and out of me. My eyes find Cole’s next. I expect him to have his gaze trained on what Sutton is doing too, instead he’s staring at my face.
I give him a smile and reach for him.
Cole leans in, although he doesn’t go in for the kiss I’m expecting. His fingers brush the strap of my dress aside and he nudges the satin down, releasing my breast. I watch as he trails the back of his hand over my peaked nipple before he dips his head to take it into his mouth. Fuck, this is too much.
“Jesus,” Wesley groans, pulling my attention back to him. I need him inside of me. Now.
“I think Wes needs a taste of our princess, Sutton. Isn’t that right?” He nods. I bite my lip in anticipation.
Sutton pulls out, leaving me empty and aching. Reaching over my shoulder, he extends his hand towards Wes, who leans forward. He runs his tongue over Sutton’s fingers, that are coated in my wetness, before taking them both into his mouth.
I gasp. The sight of his lips wrapped around Sutton, tasting my arousal, makes my blood run hot. Wes licks his fingers clean before kissing me.
My hand slips between us. I fumble with his pants, trying to undo them. I don’t care if Damian tells me no. I won’t listen to him this time. But he doesn’t say anything.
Wesley jumps in to help me with releasing his cock, springing it free almost instantly. He runs the tip back and forth over me, slicking himself before nudging into my entrance. I’ve had him before, so his size doesn’t shock me. However, I still feel the ache of him stretching me as he pushes in, inch by inch.
There’s a momentary pause, as if the world’s stilling before it shatters. I’m staring into Wesley’s hungry eyes when Damian’s hand grasps my chin, turning me to him. “Eyes on me, princess,” he growls.
I obey, staring into that glacial, demanding stare of his.
Wesley grips my hips and starts rocking, his cock stroking me at a slow, almost torturous pace. I want to complain, but he quickly picks up speed. Cole’s teeth graze my nipple—I fight against Damian’s grip to look at him. He doesn’t let me.
I whimper in response.
He may have said eyes on him, but he didn’t mention anything about my hands. I reach blindly, swatting my hand until I meet Cole’s chest and follow it down to his pants. My fingers don’t search long for the hard bulge. Running my palm over him, I feel the vibration of his groan against my breast.
Damian smirks at my efforts. “You’ll always find a way to get what you want, huh?” I nod. “Wicked little thing.” He breaks our stare and stares at Wesley. “Fuck her like I know you want to.” He then glances at Sutton. “You know what to do.”
In an instant, Sutton’s wrapping a hand around the front of me, massaging my clit. As soon as he does, Wes thrusts into me fast and deep. It only takes a minute of feeling all the sensations for me to clench around his cock.
I throw my head back despite Damian’s grip. The pain of it only makes my orgasm more intense. A string of moans and pants pours from my lips.
I expect Sutton to let up, but he doesn’t. His fingers continue circling me. I try to push him away. My body is too sensitive.
“This is what you wanted.” Damian states as he brings my face back to him. I’m breathless and can’t argue. This is what I wanted. I’ve been asking for it all night. Leaning forward, his lips brush my ear, sending a shiver down my back. “This is just the beginning, Thea.” Pulling away, he kisses me on the forehead.
Damian keeps my eyes on him while Wes fucks me like it’s the last time he ever will. Sutton plays with my clit while kissing my back. Cole kisses and bites at my nipple. I’m bucking against all of them, climaxing again. This time Wesley comes with me, burying his mouth into my shoulder—biting down hard. Damian crushes his lips on mine, capturing my screams in his mouth.
I’m limp and spent by the time Cole lifts me off of Wesley’s body. I have the vague awareness of someone pulling my dress back down, being offered water, the straps of my dress being righted.
Mostly, I just insist on laying down.
My head finds someone’s lap, my feet stretch across another. My eyes grow heavy as hands caress my hair and rub my feet.
Sleep comes quickly, although not without a scary realization.
If these men ever leave me, I’ll be ruined. There is no coming back from this bliss.