Page 20 of Deposed

Edward stroked a path down the side of my thigh with his fingertips. “Or you can sit at my desk for the rest of the day and finish your prep… naked.”

“And unfulfilled.” Blake’s smoky voice curled around my hardened nipples.

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. If Blake hadn’t gotten me so worked up, I might have taken up Edward on his offer to hide behind the wooden desk. Henry’s fingers trailed up and down my ass, and each of his ragged breaths made my skin tingle with the need to be touched… by all six of their hands.

I swallowed hard. There’d be no turning back if I bent over for him, but I’d already gone this far, and this striptease had gotten me so hot and excited for the triumvirate. No matter how much they claimed to be in control, eventually, one of them would crack and give me what I needed.

I placed my hands on my thighs and bent over. Henry drew in a sharp breath through his teeth and scooted forward onto the edge of the Chesterfield sofa. My own breath caught in the back of my throat. No one had ever seen me from this angle. What if they thought badly of me because I’d done as they asked?

With a groan, Henry grabbed both sides of my hips with his large, warm hands. “Fuck, you look so good.”

“So wet,” said Blake, his fingers trailing up my slit.

Shudders traveled from where his flesh met mine, all the way up my spine. I bit down hard on my bottom lip to suppress a moan.

“Positively delectable.” Edward’s hand cupped my breast.

“Open your legs.” Henry’s thumbs parted my outer lips. “I owe you an inspection.”

My clit throbbed in anticipation of being touched, and I widened my stance, revealing myself to the triumvirate. A draft blew on my newly exposed flesh, but nothing could cool the humiliation burning under my cheeks. Fixing my gaze up ahead at the empty fireplace beyond Edward’s mahogany desk, I calmed my breaths.

“I’m going to stick my tongue into your hole,” said Henry.

A shocked thrill of anticipation made a whimper reverberate in my throat.

Edward chuckled. “What happened to the inspection?”

“It’s taking place right now,” Henry growled.

Excitement rippled low in my belly. All those promises, all those threats, had culminated in this. I turned my head to catch a glimpse of the boys. Edward sat at the edge of his seat, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He bent his neck, dark hair covering most of his features, but his entire length jutted through his pants, telegraphing his arousal.

On the other side of Henry, Blake slid his hand over my clit and stroked circles around the sensitive flesh. A frown of concentration settled on his brow as his clever, questing fingers played me like an instrument.

The muscles of my core quivered. I needed Henry’s tongue. Now.

Henry leaned forward. His hot breath puffed against my sopping folds, and with the lightest of touches, his tongue skimmed my outer lips, making me cry out with frustration. The tease was drawing this out. He wanted me to plead.

My hands clutched at my knees, and I widened my stance, exposing more of myself to Henry’s watchful gaze. Growling with approval, he clamped his lips on one of my folds and sucked.

The muscles of my back stiffened and pleasure surged through my lower half. It wasn’t quite where I wanted his mouth, and he knew it. The person who I had become last term would have straightened, taken Edward’s get-out clause, and hidden behind my desk to complete my prep, but I’d missed the boys so much. I would never admit that to them, though.

Trying and failing to keep the breathiness out of my voice, I ground out, “Henry… please.”

“I suppose I could oblige, since you’ve asked so nicely,” he said with a smirk in his voice.

Henry ran his flattened tongue down the length of my slit, making ripples of pleasure rush up my core.

A gasp caught in my throat. “Now.”

Edward scooted forward and gave my nipples a gentle tug, while Blake’s fingertips continued rubbing those maddeningly pleasurable circles over my clit. Sparks of delight travelled up and down my thighs, picking up speed with each revolution.

Still clutching at my buttocks, Henry spread me open with my thumbs, further exposing me to his scrutiny. I throbbed with need, and more heat rushed to my core. I was about to yell, when his tongue flickered over my entrance.

A shudder seized me with such intensity, it made my thighs shake. “Oh!”

“See how much she wants this?” said Blake, his voice smug. “We could draw this out forever. How would you like that, Emilia? Being all hot and wet and wanton for us?”

“F-fuck you.” I replied through clenched teeth.