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"Do you trust us?"
"Yes." My answer is quick. I don't need time to think about that. They have proven, time after time, that my well-being is a priority to them.
"Good. Just remember, if at any time you don't want to play anymore, you either tap out or you say stop." I take a deep breath and nod. I was confident all of three seconds ago, but now fear starts to settle in my belly and second thoughts invade my mind.
"Fuck, Asher. Way to kill the mood." Cole sits right beside us and, without asking for any kind of permission, grabs me by the back of the hair and brings my worried face so close to his that we share the same breath.
"We got you. Always. Now, just sit back and enjoy the ride, baby." I grin up at him right before he slams his mouth to mine and kisses the anxiety away.
Just like that, I'm fully on board again.
By now, all five of us are in the tub and there's still room for another half dozen. Cole groans as Asher pulls me away from him, his teeth scraping along my bottom lip and his hand reluctantly releasing my hair.
It's Asher's turn to kiss me. He’s so different from Cole. He's more tender, seeking out my tongue and setting a pace that only serves to make me wetter.
He also has a hard time letting me go, but when Travis growls his impatience, Asher places me on my back along the rose petals and guides me across the bathtub until Travis sinks his fingers into my hair and pulls me up to face him.
His voice is harsh, but his features are tender. He's the yin to his own yang, a double faceted, erotic god who gives pleasure with one hand and pain with the other.
It's hot as fuck and I love being on the receiving end of both.
"Wait." Sawyer scooches closer, framing my face with both of his hands as he whispers against my mouth. "I'll be the last to make you come."
I grin.
He grins wider.
Then I'm suddenly submerged into the bath water, fighting for my life.
I realize now that the rose petals are not just for romantic show, they block out the view of anything above.
Mere seconds later, I'm pulled back up and Travis attacks my mouth with a searing kiss that scorches my brain cells a little.
The sudden fear of being held down under water evaporates as my body melts into the possessive way Travis is owning my mouth.
That too is suddenly gone and I'm back under water, my hands and arms flailing and trying to grab whatever I can find.
The next time I'm above the surface, it's Asher's mouth that greets me, kissing and nibbling and reassuring me that no matter what, I'm safe.
Again, with my head held down, before it's Sawyer's turn to curl my toes with a warm, loving kiss. By time it's Cole's turn, the fear is gone and only anticipation burns inside me. Cole's mouth is demanding and aggressive, his sexual needs are in the very molecules of air and lust.
Panting, I wonder what's next, since I've done my rounds, so to speak.
I don't have to wait long when it comes to Travis; his timing is always impeccable. Turning me around, I'm faced with three of the four guys who are now all sitting around the tub, watching like I'm the star performer in Cirque du Soleil, sexual-humiliation style. I chuckle at my own ridiculous joke, which is why I choke on a little water as Travis dunks my head, face down, in the water and impales me from behind. With one hand on my hip and the other holding onto my head, he fucks me long and hard, deep and rough, without a second thought. I try not to cough up the water, but I'm slipping and sliding all over the fucking place until steady arms grab my shoulders and bring my mouth to a hard, thick cock.
I don't try to suck it—I've got barely enough air to stay still while Travis pummels my pussy like it's his favorite sport—but I rub my lips along the shaft, concentrating on that instead of the darkness of the water.
When Travis pulls me back out of the water, I imagine myself coming out like some kind of music video where water flies in a perfect arc. I don’t know if that’s how it actually goes, but what I do know is that I take in a deep, satisfying gasp of oxygen to boost my lungs once more.
And here I thought having a butt plug was uncomfortable. Running out of air is fucking terrifying.
Just like before, I'm greeted by Asher, who soothes my fears, licking and nibbling on my lips, his tongue demands entrance and I give it willingly.
"You're perfect, Briar. Fucking perfect for us." Tears prick at the back of my lids as my eyes close with those tender words.
"That's right, baby. You're our perfect little slut." Fucking Travis. God, yes. Always there to balance out the good with his particular brand of bad.
Pushing me onto my knees, his hand an anchor at the back of my head, he angles my gaze up to him and gives me one of his rare, genuine smiles right before he backs me up so my ass hits Sawyer's shins. A large, soothing hand lands at my nape, and just when Travis shoves his big, fat cock into my mouth, Sawyer rubs soft circles on my skin.
