River lets out a grunt, his fingers tightening in a painful squeeze. He draws back enough to murmur against my lips, “Careful.”
I don’t understand why they’re suddenly acting like a little pain is a bad thing.
Asch presses against me from behind, putting me between the two of them. His cock has started to take interest, half-hard as it rubs against my bare ass.
It’s like at the club, except this time we can fuck properly.
Blaze fills the space to my side, and now I’m completely surrounded by them, trapped in a cage of their arms.
No, not trapped.
I want to be here.
I grin widely and grind my ass against Asch. “So, now you have me at your…”
At their mercy?
What the fuck.
No. I’m the one in charge.
“Let’s get on the bed,” I say instead. “And… you know, River, maybe you should put your mouth to good use. Show everybody what you learned in the past year.”
I’m not sure what to expect. Is he going to tense and refuse again? Or is he going to dive in with gusto like Asch had?
He releases me and takes my hand instead, pulling me toward the bed. “How do you want it?” he asks, and if there are any nerves surrounding the demand, they don’t show.
I follow him to the bed and lie down in the center. I raise my knees and spread my legs, creating a space for him.
“Right there, River.” I motion between my legs. “If you do a good job, maybe I’ll let Blaze or Asch suck you off.”
“Not it,” Blaze says immediately. He lies down next to me. “If he does a good job, it should be your lips on his cock.” He taps my lip with his finger.
I lick it for a second before biting. Blaze grins and slides his finger in deeper.
River gets between my legs, and while he winces as he settles down, he doesn’t back down. He kisses his way up my inner thigh, taking his time.
I’m not sure if he’s stalling or teasing.
Asch sits down next to me, toying with my hair as River finally touches me properly, fingers spreading my cunt wide open so he can get in a good lick along my clit.
I groan and raise my hips to get more pressure.
“You’re so spoiled,” Blaze says as he pulls his finger out. He wipes the spit on my cheek. “So needy. So hot.”
Slut.
Cunt.
Crazy.
I shake the words out of my mind. Why am I hearing that now? Nobody said that.
At least, I don’t think they did.
I glance in Asch’s direction, at the strands of my hair still in his hands.
“My hair can’t feel anything,” I say. “I think your hands can be put to better use.”
