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I take one between my fingers, rolling it. Sighing with need, I began to stroke a finger around my clit. I wish I had my vibrator, but on this trip I thought everything in that department would be taken care of.
It could be. All I have to do is give in.
I hush the voice in the back of my head. I walked. What is done is just that...done. They can play their little game for the three days. I covered my tracks well enough my mother will never find me.
Come Monday I’ll walk away again. This is one area of my life where I have control. All the tethers around my heart and soul… I can cut them. That is what this weekend is about anyway. Maybe this is just another way to get them out of my system and move on. Turn sour lemons into a juicy cocktail. That thought leads to another. What if I give in a little? Feed my soul the last bit of their brand of passion. Maybe that is what has me all tied up in knots. I never got to feel what it would be like to have all three men.
My younger self thought it was love. I confused all that desire for the big L, when it was nothing more than lust.
I archive those thoughts for later. When the tension inside me lets me think straight.
I let my legs fall wide open. I ease a finger into my channel, and it tightens around my digit instantly. I’m tempted to seek one of them out, feed this insatiable need to orgasm and then… I don’t know.
“Argh,” I groan and don’t know if I want to cry or scream.
I cup my mound, tug a little on the short hairs. I ache so deeply but nothing I am doing helps. I close my eyes and bite at my hand when a whispered moan tears from my lips.
My fingernails rake across the swollen flesh of my pouty lips. The need is growing. I drag a finger over my juicy opening. I stroke a finger around the bundle of nerves. A cry of passion knots in my throat.
Desperate, I tug at my nipples, willing to do anything to reach my peak.
I tuck a second finger against my snug entrance, uncaring of the muffled moans escaping.
A deep growl from the end of my bed causes me to jerk my fingers free of my body and jack upright in bed. I try to clutch for a sheet, pillow, anything to cover myself but I don’t get a chance.
Seth is standing at the end of my bed looking furious. His lips are peeled back. Bright flashes of light from the storm highlight the slash of anger consuming his expression.
“I’m going to take us to the gate of heaven, baby. It will cost a pretty penny to touch you, but I’ll pay the price.” He takes my ankles and drags me to the foot of the bed.
I yelp but his mouth is right there, devouring my shock.
His voice is like an animal’s—growly and holds no room for argument.
His cock juts out beneath the material of his sweats. Look who broke the rules already.
I take a minute to marvel at the chiseled planes of his chest. The round pecs and all that expanse of man.
Seth’s eyes burn into me. His hands clench and unclench around my ankles.
And then he spreads my legs, running his hands up my thighs until his hands rest with his thumbs a mere inch away from where I need him most.
“What do the dragonflies mean?” He bends and runs his tongue over each of them.
“Get out of my room,” I snap, trying to bury all the frustration pent up inside me, all the need I have harbored for so long to be right here with him between my legs. In my life.
God, how pathetic am I? Wait, God, please don’t answer that. I don’t think I can handle more truth tonight.
Before I can kick Seth away, protest or at least scream for him to hurry up and fuck me already, his mouth is over my cunt, licking, kissing, biting.
I’m off the bed, arching into him, clamping my hands into his hair. “Seth,” I moan.
He gives me one more shuddering-inducing flick against my clit, and I tumble head-first into an explosive orgasm. I’ve never squirted in my life, but tonight is a night of many firsts.
* * *
Seth
My lips are dripping with her sweetness, but I don’t wipe it away. I grab her wrists, pull her up and consume her mouth, claim her lips with a bruising kiss. Burying my fingers into her hair, I won’t let her break away until she tastes the pure liquid sugar on my tongue.
