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Jeff choked out a laugh after taking a hit. “Sure. You see, there’s only one rule: Try to say, ‘Stop.’”
“Stop?” The word made me nervous, Rick could tell.
“Hold up, Jeff. Don’t scare the girl, damn.” He jumped off the desk and raised his hands. “It goes like this: You say stop, we stop. You say it, and we lose.”
“And if I don’t tell you to stop?” I pressed, curious to say the least.
“If you don’t, then we win.”
Sam slapped Jeff’s hand with a sideways grin. “Yeah, and she wins, too, right, cousin?” Jeff slapped him back, nodding in return.
And then they were all quiet, waiting on my response. “Okay, so the big question is … what are you going to do to me?”
Jeff began to slip off his belt. “See, now that’s the hard part. You won’t know until it’s happening.” He let the belt drag on the floor and reached for my hand. “Come on, pretty girl. Let’s see how you do.”
Already the word was on my lips. I could have won the game right then and there with the way my chastity was pounding in my ears. But no, I was following Jeff into my bedroom, with Rick slipping his hands under my shirt and Sam closing the door behind us.
I turned on the light, but Rick shut it just as fast. He went to the window and raised the blinds instead. Just outside in the quad, the streetlamp blinked and stuttered, washing the room with an erratic strobe.
In my bra, I sat on the edge of my bed, my heart in my throat, and tried to think of something to say. “That thing is annoying as hell. Keeps me awake every night.”
Rick moved next to me on the bed, dragging his finger over my lips. “No, it’s perfect. Just enough to see what we’re doing.”
He was so close to me, a dark silhouette cut in sharp angles. With only the slightest hint of pressure, his finger glided over my bottom lip, curling around my teeth. Grinning with moistened lips, he let it wander along the rim, encouraging me to open wider. It came slowly at first, his tongue sweeping past my trembling lips with deft restraint. He was easing me backward and I expected to feel the cool of my sheets underneath me. Instead, the bed dipped and I landed in Jeff’s lap.
“You ready?” Jeff asked me.
But I couldn’t answer that question. I didn’t have a clue.
Rick inhaled sharply, sucking the breath from my lungs, and whipping his tongue against mine while Jeff lifted my arms into the air and wound his belt around my wrists.
My eyes snapped open. I was scared shitless, mostly because the fear turned me on. I should tell them to stop. I should … oh, but damn, that feels good.
Sam was kissing my stomach. Twirling licks dancing across my skin made my hips roll in a request for more. Jeff nibbled at my fingertips two at a time, watching Sam go to task on my belly button.
Rick placed his lips at my ear, toying with my earring between his teeth. “Just say the word, Kellie. Say it.” His voice quaked through steamy breath, blanketing my neck.
No. I didn’t want to say it, even if the leather was cinching my skin. Instead, I welcomed Rick’s hand on my thigh, pulling one leg apart from the other and challenging the elasticity of my miniskirt as it retreated above my crotch.
Sam didn’t skip a beat, placing his fingers flat against my cotton panties, tapping on the heat and moisture seeping through. He looked up at me with those bedroom eyes and I watched his chin disappear beyond my skirt.
Thick lips wrapped over my cunt like a perfectly rounded cup of warmth while he sent a long, hot surge of breath leaking through my panties.
I thought that I would fucking explode.
Arching against Jeff’s thighs made him tighten his grip on the belt, wrapped tight enough already to ache. Rick swallowed my moan as soon as it left my mouth, kissing me more deeply than before.
And then Sam exhaled again, this time with his broad tongue pressed against my clit through the fabric. I cried out and Sam still didn’t remove my panties. He kept them intact, torturing me with that brilliant tongue, soaking them as the fabric slid over my hungry puss
y while he lapped at me steadily. Stop? I had forgotten the meaning of the word. It wasn’t in my vocabulary.
Three tongues were having their way with me—and what now? Switching positions? The idea alone had me stirring on the bed like an epileptic in heat. Everything I had been taught, every lesson in dignity and self-respect my parents grilled into me, was dulled under the weight of my desire.
When Rick stood up, the others followed in a routine choreographed to the second. Jeff kept hold of my wrists and plunged his tongue into my mouth while Sam scooped one of my breasts from my bra. Rick pulled the soaked crotch of my panties to the side and blew. The cool air made me whimper. His hot, tender licks made me delirious.
I could hear Gabby’s voice. “Chuck played golf with him a few weeks ago.” She had that pleased-with-herself look on her face as she folded her napkin on the table.
“What are you talking about?” I asked her, all the chatter of the reception room suddenly present. People were busy mingling and only the two of us were left at the table.
