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“Yes, really. And I think it’s time we see how much you can take, Baby.” He removes one hand from the back of the chaise and squeezes the top of my thigh. I look down and admire the juxtaposition of his hand on my body. The back of his strong hand is covered in ink down to his fingertips. It’s a stark contrast against my pail and unmarked skin. His skin doesn’t look like it belongs touching mine, yet it feels like it was always meant to be there. A firm squeeze draws my attention back to his face, which is almost touching mine. “Think you can take all three of us, Baby? Want to see what it’s like to have us fill you? To have every hole dripping with our cum?”
Shit. I don’t know if I can take it, but holy mother of god, do I want to try. Wide-eyed, I nod.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes. Yes, I want you. All of you.”
A series of deep moans erupt through the room as Ronan stands and holds his hand out to me. I grab it and let him stand me between the three of them. “Arms up,” Ronan instructs. Without hesitation, I raise both arms and let him pull the silk cami over my head. Finn drops to his knees behind me and slowly pulls down my shorts and underwear, dropping kisses down the backs of my thighs as he goes. Mac removes my glasses and threads his fingers through my hair, pulling my curls from the clip on the back of my head.
Finn stands behind me, his breath against my neck sends shivers down my spine. “Go lay on the bed, Angel.” I turn my head to face him, reach behind, and quickly run my fingers through his golden hair. “Yes… sir.” I almost utter the name I screamed for him last night but think better of it, wanting to keep that as something only he and I share. He gives me a knowing wink, “Good girl. Go.”
I crawl onto my bed, lay on my back, and rest my head against the pillows, ensuring I can still see what the three of them are doing at the foot of the bed. I don’t try to cover my body as the three of them stand there, looking over every inch of my naked flesh. Because as much as it might unnerve some, having three men who look like they belong in a Giorgio Armani cologne commercial, I see it in their eyes. The way they want to devour me, run their hands over every inch of me, worship me from the inside out. They give me the confidence to just be. So Instead, I watch every woman’s fantasy unfolds before my eyes. All at once the three of them begin removing their shirts, each still in the same clothes they had on this morning, Ronan in his suit and shirt, Mac in jeans and a black t-shirt, and Finn in his white v-neck and gray sweatpants. It’s like the female gaze on crack. Their shirts hit the floor one by one, and I begin wiggling in anticipation.
The three of them are so different from one another yet so alike. Their bodies each riddled with perfectly sculpted muscle from years of being the most feared men in the city. “Like what you see, Princess?”
“Is that even a question?” Because, boy, do I ever. I run my eyes up and down their bodies. Each time I look at any of them, it takes my breath away, not even lying. But seeing the three of them together like this, it’s otherworldly. Like a perfectly choreographed dance, Ronan unbuttons and lowers his dress pants, followed by Finn’s sweats, and my eyes drift to Mac as he drops his jeans. As per usual, he’s not wearing any underwear. I let myself drink up the sight before me. A trail of dark hair runs from his navel down to his cock, already hard. I swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth as he smirks at me. Finn and Ronan follow gaze, chuckling when they find Mac completely naked, practically eye fucking me. Much to my pleasure, they follow suit and drop their briefs.
Holy shit.
The four of us go completely still. Basking in the sexual tension that fills the room as I lie there waiting for their instruction. If there’s one thing my guys have taught me about my sexuality is that I get off on being completely submissive. I want them to own me. I want to be their good girl. Finally, as usual, Ronan takes control of the room and crawls onto the bed until he hovers over me, arms caging me in again. His eyes are dark with desire. I let out a shaky breath, wetness gathering between my legs, growing thirstier for them by the second. Ronan’s nostrils flare, and, as if he can’t wait a second longer, he begins devouring me with his mouth. His hands roam the entirety of my body, going from stroking me softly one moment to squeezing me fiercely the next. I can’t keep up. Every change of pace causes me to whimper with need.
“Fuck, Baby,” Ronan growls once his mouth works up my leg, reaching the apex of my thighs. “I can smell how wet you are.”
The moment his tongue swipes between my folds, I lift my hips in the air, desperately trying to gain more friction. Ronan places a firm hand on my stomach and wraps the other around my thigh, holding me in place. “My greedy girl.” He gives my pussy another slow stroke with his tongue. “You taste so fucking delicious, Baby.”
It’s then that I hear Mac and Finn groan in appreciation behind them. I lift my head from its propped-up position on the pillow to find them slowly fisting their cocks, precum glistening at the tips. I drop my head back to the pillow and whimper. Ronan begins stroking at my clit with his tongue, using powerful, quick slow strokes, just how I like it. In seconds I can feel the familiar warmth building in my core. He knows how to play my body like a damn fiddle. A tattooed hand slowly moves up my abdomen until it hits my breast. Palming it, Ronan gives it a hard squeeze. Hard enough, I’m sure I’ll be able to see his fingerprints in the morning, but that’s what I love about Ronan. He pushes my body to its limits, allowing me to take the drops of pain and turn it into a sea of pleasure. I can’t get enough. I thread my fingers through his dark curls and give them a firm tug. “Yes, Baby,” he mumbles against my sex, so I pull harder. A groan slips out of his mouth, and It’s one of the sexiest sounds I’ve ever heard. A rush of wetness pools between my legs, knowing I have this effect on him. Ronan bares his teeth against my clit and bites down.
“Ahhh! Ronan!”
“There’s my girl. Let go for me. I want this pussy to soak my face.” I tip my head further into the pillow, arching my back and rocking my hips against his face. The familiar tickle of his scruff against my thighs as he laps at the sensitive bud with his tongue is enough to bring me to the edge. I can feel it; the need to come is right there. Every muscle in my body is as tight as a spring, ready to release. But it’s not enough. I need more. “Ronan…” I whine. “More. I need more.”
He lifts his head, and his baby blues lock onto my face, hooded and filled with desire. “I know what you need, Baby.” The hand that was squeezing my breast moves up to my throat as his opposite hand releases my thigh. It’s then that I feel two large fingers slide into my pussy. He curls them at just the right angle, and the second he brushes them against my most sensitive spot, stars start to fill my vision. He doesn’t let up, his tongue and fingers working in perfect rhythm as his hand tightens around my neck. I hold off letting go, just for a few seconds, because I know what awaits me if I do. Ronan chuckles against my throbbing cunt, and as if he’s reading my mind, he squeezes harder. There it is. The edges of my vision blur as fogginess fills my head, and I feel my thighs tighten around Ronan’s head. I fall over the edge as an intense orgasm takes over my entire being. My screams fill the room, likely drowning out the guys’ moans. My body trembles and shakes on the bed. Ronan doesn’t move from his spot until he laps up every ounce of my release.
Once I’ve come down enough to control my body, Ronan sits back on his haunches and licks his lips, not letting a drop go to waste. A severe expression takes over his face as he crowds back over me on all fours. I feel his hard cock brush up against my stomach as he slightly lowers himself so he’s just above my face. “We’re just getting started, Baby. Do you remember what to say?”
I don’t have to ask what he means. “Yes,” I responded. Still feeling breathless.
“Let me hear it. I need to be sure you know it.”
“Bubbles.”
“Good girl. They know it.” He nods toward Finn and Mac, who are anxiously standing at the foot of the bed. “If you want to stop anytime, that’s all you need to say. No questions asked.”
“O-Okay.” I will myself to slowly move my head up and down.
Holy fuck. This is real. This is happening. I don’t know if I’m terrified or beyond turned on or both. Probably both.
Focus, Harp!
“Hands above your head, beautiful. Finn’s next. Don’t move until he tells you. You know how he is.” Ronan gives me a wink, then he’s gone, sprawling out on the chaise by the window.
I’m going to have to get that cleaned one of these days.
I suck in a sharp breath when I feel a hand lightly graze up my leg on the opposite side of the bed. I roll my head over to look at Finn as he lets his hand wander up the rest of my body until he reaches my cheek, only touching me with the tips of his fingers. Even though Ronan just made me see through time and space, Finn’s light touch is enough to make me want more. I’m always wanting more. More of them in every way possible.
“Watching you come apart for them is unlike anything I’ve ever seen, Angel. You’re a damn work of art.”
“Love…”
