Page 194 of Deadfall

Griffin went deathly still, a predatory look on his face. “You’ve never had a man go down on you?”

I shook my head, my face was so hot, I don’t think I’d ever blushed this hard before. I’d been naked in front of so many people, in so many situations, but despite what Griffin may have thought, the men who’d touched me hadn’t been interested in putting their mouths down there. Riggs had made me watch porn a few times so I knew it happened, but he’d never been interested. Neither had any of the copious men who’d raped me—now that I thought about it, that was odd, but nonetheless true.

Something else crossed Griffin’s face. “Have you ever had an orgasm?”

I scoffed. “Of course—”

“Not of your own doing,” Griffin clarified.

I closed my eyes and shook my head. “No,” I whispered.

I had no idea where my confidence went, but she was gone. I felt like I was under a microscope in a way that went beyond just being naked. Riggs had never tried to make me come, and I’d never accidentally had an orgasm during sex. Usually I could only come if I was playing with my clit, by myself, and none of the people who raped me ever did more than focus on their own pleasure.

“Did you hear that, Seven?”

My eyes flew open and I craned my neck to see Seven, shirtless and lounging like a shadowed god in the armchair in the corner of the room.

“When did you get here?”

“Tracker, remember?” He winked, but there was also a dark lust that lined every inch of his face. He unfolded himself from the chair and came to stand near my head. He placed both of his hands on either side and leaned over.

“I just want to make sure we heard you right, baby girl,” Seven said. “No man has ever made that pretty pussy come?”

I nodded.

“But, you’ve given yourself orgasms, right?”

I nodded again.

Seven looked down at Griffin and they shared an absolutely diabolical look. A slow, wicked smirk took over Seven’s face and he leaned down closer while still maintaining eyes on Griffin.

“This is going to be fun.”

They seemed to have one of those silent conversations they were so good at, and Seven nodded. He climbed up on the bed and sat against the headboard, then spread his legs and patted between them.

“Come sit here, beautiful,” he smiled.

I moved up so my back was against his chest. I squeaked when Griffin yanked my hips down a bit and settled once more between my legs. Seven kissed my neck and I relaxed back against his chest, immediately more at ease. Griffin kissed the inside of my thigh and fixed me with a look full of promise and intensity.

“I don’t care how long it takes,” he rumbled against my skin. “You’re going to come all over my tongue. Understand?”

My stomach bottomed out at his words that I hadn’t known I needed to hear, but realized I’d been worried about. I had no breath available to speak, I could only nod.

Griffin lowered his head and watched me as he licked up my pussy and over my clit. My breath caught. Seven nipped at my ear and the combined sensation was potent. Griffin took his time—his tongue on my clit sent sensations everywhere and soon my chest heaved as I felt that edge. It was both familiar and foreign, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about not being in control of it.

Seven’s hands ran up my arms and slipped around to massage my breasts. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, and I sighed in pleasure as I tipped my head back against him. My hips pushed against Griffin’s mouth as I chased something instinctual. Two fingers slipped inside me with ease at how wet I was, and I tightened around them in pleasure at the sensation of being filled. He rubbed exactly where I needed him to, as his mouth continued to work my clit.

“Yes,” I moaned, unable to keep still as pleasure radiated like energy under my skin.

Seven’s hand crawled up my chest and settled around my neck.

“You’re doing so good, baby girl,” he breathed.

His voice was edged with a wicked darkness I wanted to lose myself in. Griffin set a rhythm that was impossible to ignore, or escape from. He read every hitch of breath, every roll of my hips and muttered words of pleasure. And Seven—he was like the breath in my lungs and the blood in my veins. He whispered words of encouragement in my ear and filthy phrases that set Griffin’s eyes blazing and my heart pounding.

“He’s great with his tongue, isn’t he?”

“Fuck, I love those sounds you’re making.”