“Wh-what? Why would you make me wait?”
“Ah, well. Interestingly, the magic will be stronger if you come harder.” He gives me a feral grin before running his tongue over his lips with a little groan. “You taste so good. I’m so lucky, so selfish having you all to myself like this.” Kit pushes one finger inside me and I suck in a gasp that doesn’t seem to fill my lungs properly.
“I—I don’t mind.”
He laps at my clit, continuing to speak in a low, husky tone. “Mmm, but soon the room will fill with men touching you. Worshipping you. We’ll spread you wide and fill you up.”
Kit pushes another finger inside me and then gives a little groan as he finds I’m even wetter than before. I writhe against the bed, tilting my hips to force him deeper and to where I want him.
“I’m half tempted to call the other two in here just so that they can see how drenched you are.”
Oh, fuck, I grow even wetter at that. Just like I did when he talked about holding me open, like he wanted to present my arousal to the room. To Finch. My cheeks grow hot at the thought of him watching.
Of course, Kit would be a master at dirty talking. At understanding all the deep little desires I barely recognised before now.
I want to be held and caressed, and coaxed. I want to be teased and spread wide with someone filling me up, almost to the point I can’t take any more.
“Please.” I don’t exactly know what I’m asking for, since my brain is in my clit right now and nothing matters more than for him to get inside me.
Kit thrusts his fingers into my soaked pussy, filling the room with the gloriously filthy sound of my arousal.
”Yesss,” Kit mutters, his eyes focused on his hand as he continues to fuck me with his fingers while using his other hand to rub my clit. I jerk my hips, riding his hand as I suck in great gasping breaths as he brings me closer and closer to completion.
He leans over to suck on my nipple, the angle changing, his fingers reaching that spot at the top of my entrance. I tumble off the cliff. Pleasure shoots through me as I pulse around his fingers before flopping back bonelessly.
“THANK YOU, SWEETHEART,” Kit murmurs.
I left out a soft huff of laughter. “Pretty sure I should be the one thanking you.”
“Uh uh.” He sucks on the fingers that were just inside of me, closing his eyes in pleasure before meeting my eyes with a hooded gaze.
“You can tell he wants to say, ‘The pleasure is all mine,’” Finch says. “But I’m pretty sure you’d fall about laughing, love, and that would be a real ding to his ego.”
“Can we have less involvement from the occupants of the cheap seats,” Kit mutters back. “How do you want to proceed, sweetheart? Do you want me to call the others in here?
I lick my lips, hesitating for just a moment before I tug him down for another kiss. My core is still pulsing with desire, and I’d like nothing more than for him to fill me up right now. But there’s another desire battling its way to the surface. One that I can’t ignore.
“I don’t want to have to choose,” I say. “I don’t want to have to direct anyone or choose what’s going to happen to me next.” Squirming slightly, it hits me that I probably should have said all of this before we began. But it wasn’t until we started that the urges rose up inside me. They’re unfamiliar. I’ve always been in charge and in control—when it comes to general life as well as the bedroom.
But all the people I’ve been with before have been a couple of nights at best. I’d never trust them enough to fully let my guard down.
It’s different with these guys. I don’t know exactly why, but even after not knowing most of them all that long, I feel like weunderstand each other. I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t trust them.
Am I planning on testing the boundaries of that trust tonight? Maybe.
Am I also tired to a level I’ve never experienced before? Oh absolutely.
I’m feeling a lot better than I have in weeks, really, but there’s a lingering heaviness in my bones that feels like it’ll never go away. I just don’t have it in me to work out where each of them should be and what they should be doing. I don’t want to have to worry about one of them feeling left out or not getting what they want out of tonight.
“It might be horribly selfish,” I say to Kit. “But since tonight’s all about trying to get Noush back for me, I want someone else to take charge.” I’m watching his expression carefully as I say the words. I don’t know what I’m expecting, maybe for him to pull back or hesitate.
But this is Kit we’re talking about. Kit, who’s been my friend for years now. Who’s never balked at helping me before.
“If you think that’ll be a hardship for me, you’re mistaken, sweetheart,” he says. “I might not be the best person for ordering you and the others around, but I know someone who would be.” His lips quirk up as he glances over his shoulder before turning back to me. “Well, I know more than one ‘someone’ who would be interested in that, but I don’t think you’re ready for that.”
Considering the men in the other room, I give Kit a little smile. In my experience so far, Aster’s definitely more interested in being led than leading—plus there’s the whole language barrier.
Which leaves one overprotective, mother hen of a mountain man who somehow manages to be sexy while warning you that you’ll catch your death by going around without socks.
