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My pussy clenched as I continued to massage my clit, wanting and needy. Biting down on my lip, I forced back another moan that threatened to escape. One finger wasn’t enough for my clit, so I added a second. Still, something was missing. It felt fucking good—I couldn’t remember the last time I’d done this. Work and worry and lack of sleep just didn’t leave me feeling very horny. But just a few hours back with Ian, Jensen, and Archer and my body was lit aflame once more. It was all I could think about again—their hands on me. Theireyeson me.
My other hand moved downward until it rested at my entrance. There, I could feel just how wet I’d become. My wetness covered my fingers, coating my palms and ran down my thighs, soaking the sheets beneath me. Craving built, my pussy clamping over my fingers as I slipped in. There was so much more I wanted—needed—buried inside me, but I used what I had. Fingers and toys would never be enough, nothing was enough without them, but they didn’t need to know that. Yet.
Sitting up, I pulled my hands from between my thighs. My vibrator rolled against my side where I’d set it on the bed earlier, reminding me of my plans to torture them. With a wicked smile, I flicked the on button, and the little rabbit buzzed to life. Taking a deep breath, I lowered the device until the head was between my still spread legs. I pushed it against me, the prongs moving up along either side of my clit.
Unable to hold it back, a gasping moan left my parted lips as my hips bucked. The intensity of the small toy sent a jolt of nearly painful tingles through my body, my core tightening as my nails trailed over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. A glistening trail was left on my goosebump covered skin as I worked slowly towards the crest of my legs until I finally reached my entrance once more. Sinking two fingers in, I blissfully fell into the memory of our first time.
“This is where you live?”I found myself asking, my mind finally processing that we were really going to do this as feather light touches brushed over my shoulders, ass, and back. None of them answered, too busy focusing on me. Their touch and the sinful glint in their eyes left me gasping. My entire body was electrified, waiting to blow, as Ian’s lips pressed against mine, his grip tightening on my ass as he held me steady against his chiseled torso. His lips parted, his tongue seeking mine. I opened for him, unable to do anything else.
The kiss was full of barely restrained passion, capturing me in a single moment, but a nip on my shoulder blade from Jensen pulled me from drowning in Ian’s possessive hold. Tangling his fingers into my hair, gripping tightly at the base of my skull, Jensen angled my head back—mimicking what I was sure was an action Ian would approve of. Not that he was focused on Ian at all. Oh no, he was completely fixated on me. He—they—made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. When Jensen kissed me, he swallowed up a moan that had escaped me. Archer’s hand cupped and squeezed one breast; a sharp pinch on my nipple followed the kneading. I ripped my mouth away just before it was covered with lips again, and I groaned.
So many hands, so many sensations flooding my system as I lost myself within their mouths and caresses. I didn’t know what was up or down. This was what I wanted, what I craved, and I was ready to give them all of me. Mind, body, and soul.
My body melted between the three of them. It wasn’t until my back met a fluffy blanket, the coolness of the soft material against the burning of my skin, that I finally surfaced from the lustful pool.
Opening my eyes, I found Ian standing at the foot of the bed, the hardened bulge confined in his pants straining against the dark material. His gaze was ravenous, trailing over every curve and plane of my body as Archer and Jensen worked my shirt off, but he didn’t move closer. As still as stone, Ian watched and waited as I was stripped down quickly.
“Fucking hell, Mare, do you even know how gorgeous you are?” Jensen whispered gruffly in my ear, his nose burying into my hair as he turned his attention to my neck. A different sense of warmth filled me at his compliment, loving that they made me feel confident and sexy. His hot breath against my skin followed quickly by the swirling of a tongue sent a surge of wetness to my already dripping core, but when I tried to turn my head to kiss him, he held my jaw steady in one calloused hand, forcing me to keep my eyes on Ian. I tightened my thighs against the sensations coursing through me. I was out of control, and even though it frightened me a little, I loved every second of it.
Hands worked their way between my squeezed legs, and Archer pried them apart until I was bared to him and Ian. I didn’t know why I liked that—making them force my legs open for his gaze. Perhaps, the semi-violent movements made me feel bent to their will. Maybe it made me feel secure, in some odd way, knowing that I trusted them enough to not hurt me, but willing to push me further than I had before. Maybe it was some kind of perverse desire. I couldn’t say. Whatever it was, it left me feeling a tingle of warmth spanning throughout my abdomen.
A deep, throaty growl rumbled in Archer’s throat, his gaze zeroing in on my slick entrance. There was no hesitation, no softness in his movement as he folded over, his hair sliding across my lower stomach just before his lips sought out my core. The sight of him diving down between my thighs was a dream all on its own, but then his mouth found my core, his lips closed over my clit, and he sucked sharply. Stars burst in front of my eyes, the scrape of scruff a delicious contrast to his hot tongue that dipped and lapped.
Between the two of them, I nearly lost myself once more, but I was missing one thing. One person. Forcing my eyes open, I looked up at Ian, reveling in the fire burning in the icy depths of his eyes as he watched. His attention shifted from where Archer’s relentless pace had me bucking against his mouth to my half-lidded gaze. His stare seared into me, owning me, and I refused to look away as I felt my core tightening, electrified tingles building in my lower belly.
As if he knew when I was teetering on the edge, Jensen’s fingers feathered over my peaked nipple, and when Ian nodded ever so slightly, Jensen pinched down. Hard. The sharp pain was all I needed. Spasming in their arms, my lips parted on a wordless cry, but still, I didn’t look away from Ian’s gaze. While his fingers or mouth may not have brought me to release, his commanding presence was just as sexy as Jensen’s hard body pressing into my side or Archer’s sinful smile, and I needed it. Needed them. All three of them, like I needed air to breathe.
