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“Kulta, please—”
“Breathe,” he murmurs, his face nuzzling mine. “Focus on what you feel. Get out of your own head. Just breathe with me.”
I take a deep breath, letting myself sink closer against him as his hand continues to move, teasing and caressing me. It’s sensual and maddening at the same time. But I just breathe, letting him touch me how he wants.
He starts to sink his finger in deeper, curling it against my inner wall. I’m fighting the urge to moan and he knows it. His right hand shifts around my shoulder as he buries two fingers inside me, his right hand covering my mouth as I gasp.
“Quiet,” he murmurs in my ear. “Your sounds are only for me.”
I breathe over his hand, eyes sinking closed as he fingers me, driving me wild. Now I’m fighting the urge to move with him. My hips want to rock. I want to ride his hand. Sitting still is its own kind of odd thrill. I’m just letting this happen to me. I’m not participating at all. It’s strange and exciting. Ilmari is in total control.
The hand over my mouth shifts, the pad of his finger brushing my bottom lip, and I know what he wants. I part my lips in invitation and he sinks his finger into my mouth. I suck, nipping with my teeth and teasing with my tongue, until I earn a muttered, “Fuck.”
He redoubles his efforts to drive me wild, dipping in and circling my clit. He leads me right up to that edge, then walks back. As I pant under his hand, he adds a second finger in my mouth. I suck harder, biting back a moan. He sinks the fingers of his left hand back inside my desperate pussy, his thumb working my clit. Finally, he’s giving me the pressure I crave.
“Yes,” I whimper, the sound garbled as he pulls his fingers from my mouth. I’m panting for air. The ache feels good. It helps me center. It gets me out of my head.
Just when I’m about to come, his hand grips tightly to my jaw. “Wait,” he hisses in my ear.
I whine, despite for release. “Ilmari—”
He jerks my head, turning me so I’m facing the aisle.
I gasp, eyes wide, as I take in two pairs of eyes watching us from the opposite seats. As if they could sense what we were doing, Caleb and Jake are awake. Their dark gazes are enough to take the fire in my blood and turn it into a raging inferno. I swallow my needy moan.
There’s no holding it back. I come.Hard.I don’t know if I’ve ever soundlessly come with one of my guys before. The need to be silent adds a new layer to the orgasm, rocking my entire body, sending me into aftershocks that leave me trembling all over.
I quiver in Ilmari’s hold, my eyes locked on Jake and Caleb across the aisle. My pussy squeezes his fingers and I double down, my breath ragged as I ride it out. Once I’m spent, I relax in his arms, biting my bottom lip as the post-orgasm high has me floating back down into my seat.
“Beautiful,” Ilmari murmurs in my ear.
Before I can stop him, he’s slipping his arm from around my shoulders as he tugs his left hand from my leggings. I shift, righting myself. Ilmari unbuckles his seatbelt.
“What are you—”
“Let me out,” he says softly.
I drop my leg back to the floor and curl my knees in, giving him enough space to slip past me. He stands in the aisle, his tall frame towering over me. As I peer up at him, he stretches, cracking his neck. Then he shifts on his feet, inching closer to the other side of the aisle.
My gaze drops down his face to his shoulder. I follow the line of his left arm into the shadows of Jake and Cay’s seats. Without looking down, Ilmari offers out his hand to them, splaying the two fingers that were just in my cunt in a “V.”
“Oh god,” I whimper, my pussy clenching tight. As I watch, Jake and Cay lean forward, each sucking one of his wet fingers into their mouths, their cheeks all but pressed together. Just like that, I’m ready to come again.
They pop off him and Ilmari wordlessly taps Jake’s shoulder. He knows him well enough to know what Jake needs now. What webothneed. Jake unbuckles lightning fast, slipping out of his seat. He does a quick adjust, even though no one can see him with his body angled in toward Ilmari.
Their chests brush as Ilmari turns and drops down into his empty aisle seat. Then Jake climbs nimbly over my legs, sinking into Ilmari’s window seat.
Meanwhile Caleb is already turning away, his head resting against the bulkhead. I’m sure he’ll be asleep again in minutes. When we get home, he’ll corner me somewhere in the house and fuck me from behind until I scream. I’m already looking forward to it.
But Jake needs more and he can’t wait. He’s hardly touched the seat before he’s pulling me to him. “Come here, baby,” he murmurs.
I snuggle in close. My post-orgasm bliss is leaving me warm and relaxed, which was Ilmari’s goal. All my guys are great with aftercare, especially when our play gets hot and heavy. But Jake is just too Taurus to function. And now that I’m pregnant? Forget about it. If he had his way, I’d be wrapped in silk and feathers and carried around on a palanquin. I haven’t put the idea past him yet. What else are rookies for but to carry the soon-to-be-captain’s wife from the gym to the practice rink?
But he doesn’t need sex from me now. He just needs connection. Of all my guys, he’s the only one who never sleeps alone. Caleb wanders in and out of our rooms like a cat all the time. Even Ilmari will sometimes sleep in a separate room when he’s in his head about an upcoming game or struggling with his mild bouts of insomnia. But never Jake.
From the moment we all said ‘I do’ in my dad’s LA living room, he’s been resolute in his desire to sleep by my side every night. The away schedule is hard, because the players have to sleep alone. Even being legally married to Cay, rules are rules. We’ve broken that particular rule on more than one occasion, but we generally try to be good.
Thank goodness there’s no rules about sitting together on the plane. So now I press in against him, letting him adjust the blanket on my lap, tugging it up to cover my shoulder.
