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It’s sweet.
It makes my knees go weak, but that hardly matters, because Marcus is holding me so tightly that I don’t need to stand on my own. He half walks and half carries me backward, and when my ass bumps against the kitchen island, he lifts me onto it as if I weigh nothing.
He already got my shirt off, and he growls hungrily into my mouth as he skims his hands over my bare skin, shoving my bra cups up so he can squeeze my breasts, kneading them and tugging at my nipples.
Little zings of sensation shoot through my body with every pull, and I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him closer.
The numbness in my body from earlier, the fear of being touched, feels like a distant memory right now. So much has happened that it’s hard to believe it’s only been hours since Theo found me pressed against the wall upstairs and not weeks.
“I love you, angel,” Marcus repeats, murmuring the words against my skin as he pulls away from my mouth and begins to trail his lips down the line of my throat.
I tilt my head back, my eyelids drooping as he bites the tender skin over my collarbone then licks away the sting. He continues down between my breasts, reaching behind me to unhook the clasp before drawing it off my arms and tossing it carelessly away. His hands are rough as he massages my breasts, smashing them together so he can draw both nipples into his mouth at once.
The overload of sensation makes me gasp, and he growls softly, releasing my tender, swollen flesh and pressing kisses down my abdomen as he moves lower. I’m squirming on the counter now, my clit throbbing as my body anticipates where he’s headed, desperate to feel him there.
When he reaches my jeans, he pops the button and draws the zipper down, and I shift my weight to help him pull the material over my hips and off my legs. They disappear to wherever my bra went, and Marcus’s eyes burn with hunger as he grips my thighs in both hands, sliding his large palms over my delicate flesh.
Cool air hits my clothed pussy when he spreads my legs wide, making me viscerally aware of just how wet my panties are. Marcus’s gaze drops to the apex of my thighs, and he groans.
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bsp; “I have to taste you. Fuck, I’m addicted to you.”
He throws my legs over his shoulders, dropping his head to bury his face between my thighs. His hot mouth latches onto the fabric of my panties as he sucks hard, like he’s trying to draw out every drop of my arousal.
“Marcus!”
His name nearly gets stuck in my throat as my whole body jerks under his touch. My toes curl as goose bumps erupt on my skin, and Marcus releases my pussy long enough to lower my upper body down onto the countertop.
The smooth marble chills my heated skin, making my nipples harden even more. He must like that, because he tweaks and rolls them between his fingers as he works his way back down my body. This time he scrapes his teeth lightly over my clit, still through the barrier of my panties.
My hips jerk upward as bolts of pleasure edged with pain shoot through me, and I reach down to grab a fistful of his hair, pulling his head closer as I grind against his face.
“Goddammit. I love that you need this as bad as I do,” he grunts, the words barely intelligible as he follows my urging and attacks my clit with fierce hunger.
I think he must be on a mission to completely ruin my panties. He hasn’t taken them off yet, and if they were wet before, they’re fucking soaked now. He keeps teasing me by running his tongue up my fabric-covered slit, pressing a little harder each time, so close to giving me what I want.
My heels dig into his back as I try to leverage my hips higher off the counter, offering more of myself to him, demanding more pleasure.
Finally, his teasing control snaps. There’s a sharp sting and a ripping sound as he shreds my delicate panties from my body, and when his mouth meets my bare clit, I arch my back so hard that my entire body nearly leaves the countertop.
My breath is coming faster, pleasure building up inside me like steam, when Ryland and Theo suddenly appear in the doorway. They’re both covered in small streaks of blood just like Marcus and I were, and they stop just inside the kitchen, their eyes heating at the sight before them—me, laid out like a fucking feast on the marble island while Marcus devours my pussy.
“Fuck,” Theo groans, biting his bottom lip hard.
Marcus didn’t see them come in like I did, but I know he knows they’re here. He doesn’t stop his delicious assault on my clit though. If anything, his touch becomes hungrier, more demanding.
Ryland doesn’t say anything, but his gaze stays fixed on me. He reaches down to palm his cock, rubbing himself as he watches Marcus eat me.
The sight of these two men watching me, witnessing my raw pleasure, makes every sensation cascading through me more acute. I don’t let go of Ryland’s gaze as my hips roll against Marcus’s face, grinding against his hot, wet tongue.
“Oh… god…”
The words are hardly more than a moan as the ecstasy inside me spills over, making my limbs shudder and shake. Marcus keeps lapping at me as the orgasm washes through me in waves, drawing it out until I’m a panting, writhing mess.
When he finally lifts his head, his gaze shifts to the two men who’ve joined us in the kitchen. Then he glances back at me, something like a question in his eyes.
He doesn’t even have to say it out loud for me to know my answer.
