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His eyes have a gleam to them, clearly entertained by my sudden outburst.
He dips low and nips at my ear. Goosebumps branch out down my neck in response. Then he whispers low, “I certainly wasn’t planning on it.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Emily
With that warning, Deacon’s hands wrap around my waist and pull me hard into his muscled body. I gasp at the sensation of our bodies finally touching when I’ve imagined it a million times. His lips crash into mine and I hungrily match his intensity. A smooth note of whiskey is on his breath and that delicious peppery smell of his is now all I can breathe and all I ever want to breathe again. His tongue finds my bottom lip and then my tongue. Our bodies press against each other and our teeth clash, trying to get more. I’m just about to instinctively rock my hips into him when he steps away.
Panting, he swipes his hand through his dark hair and looks to his side at his brothers as if guilty that he’s taken something away from them they want, too. Maybe I should be self-conscious that Ben and Graham saw that, but all I feel is relief to see that they’re still here.
“Uh,” it’s the only thing I can mutter.Real smooth.But what the hell am I supposed to say? I’d like to kiss you two now please or otherwise, I’m never going to stop thinking about what it would be like and if this is my only chance, then I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t…
The room is silent for a moment. The four of us stare at each other in the all-black room like nocturnal predators, attempting to read body language to see just how much trouble we’re all in.
Ben and Graham both take a step at the same time, then look at each other, then at me. I know that it’s wrong to want them too after I just kissed their brother. But I do. I want each one of them so badly. So I nod, hoping it’s the correct answer to the question that no one is saying out loud.
And it is. They crash towards me. Graham pulls me into him first. It’s intoxicating to feel his desperate hands grabbing at my waist. He’s usually reserved and in his head, like me. But also, like me, this evening has him coming undone. His kiss is sensual and slow, and I calm my rhythm down to match his. Some of my nervous energy dissipates as I get lost in the heartbeat of the kiss, making me even more aware of the intense ache between my legs that is in overdrive from finally being able to touch them like this.
I gasp into Graham’s mouth when I feel a soft tickle of air and lips on my bare shoulder. Ben kisses up my neck to my chin, then grasps my jaw to steal my lips from his brother. My body is on fire and I let out a whimper as Ben pulls me into him and Graham moves behind me to pepper my neck and back with lush kisses.
Ben is the largest of the three and his stature looms over me as I try to tip-toe on my heels to meet him, desperate for more. Our kiss has none of the languid sensuality that Graham’s had. Hunger is the only thing vibrating between our bodies. His hands slide down the slick fabric of my dress until he finds my ass, and he takes two big handfuls and steadies me, pulling our waists together. A deep sound comes from his chest when our bodies meet. My hips fight for more contact and I arch into him, feeling delicious steel in his pants, thick and so hard.Oh god, Ben.I only think it, even though I want to shout it.
We fight to maintain contact but struggle with the height difference. He takes a breath in frustration, clearly wanting more, just like I do. “Hold on tight,” his low voice vibrates into my mouth.
I do as I’m told, wrapping my hands around his neck. His enormous hands trace down my ass onto my thighs and grip me hard. My heart races at the rough contact and I curse myself for wearing stockings, craving his full touch on my skin. He lifts me and presses me against the back wall.
“Oh god,” I say as the tight fabric along his hard length presses against my stockings and underwear, lighting up my core with the pressure. I can feel my wetness soaking into my underwear from the contact. I should worry about his dress pants getting stained and never being able to look him in the eye again. That’s something that a sane Emily would think about, but all I can think about is getting more friction. Luckily, Ben seems to be on the same page as me as he bucks his hips up and down, grinding his hard cock against me. I sigh into his mouth, a needy beg for more.
“Who the hell wears tights to a sex club?” He growls into my mouth.
“Someone doingresearch.” I remind him.
He lets out a low chuckle and I hear Deacon and Graham laugh too and I suddenly feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for past Emily, who decided to come here. Because this is verging on heaven.
“Right,” Ben smiles. I want to rip off his mask to see the full effect of that smile close up, but we’re still playing our game. “Your research. Which reminds me.”
He places me down gently. His big frame folds before me with lithe ease as he gets on his knees. He bends one of my legs up and slips my black heel off, and then the other. His hands snake up my legs and under my dress until he finds thewaistband of my stockings. Our eyes lock as he runs his fingers along the elastic, then digs his hands in and yanks them down. I bring each one of my legs up and watch him as he carefully frees them one at a time. Then he runs his hands up the bare skin of my legs. I savor the feeling of his skin on mine, even if it’s not nearly as much as I want it to be. He looks up at me, his hands now on my thighs. I breathe sharply, nerves rattling me. Then with one hand, he grabs the front of my dress and twists it around his hand, lifting it and exposing my red thong for all three of them. I shift back and forth on my feet, nervous about being so exposed. Do they like what they see? Are they going to run away and never look back?
To my relief, he doesn’t run away. Instead, he runs his thumb along the ridge in my underwear, and my hips roll, pleading for more pressure.
“Back to the matter.” He grins up at me. I know my expression is wild now, begging for more. I’m at his mercy. He turns his head back to Deacon and Graham, who are watching with unflinching intensity. “How do you think we should show her just how much we value her pleasure?”
“I have a few ideas.” Graham closes the distance between us and then, to my shock, drops to his knees next to Ben.
Deacon follows next, gracefully moving to the ground.
My chest heaves as I look down at the three of them, on their knees for me.
“Can we taste you now, Ms. Fox?” Deacon asks in a low voice. All I can muster is to close my eyes, lean my head back and nod. Only when I feel my underwear being moved to the side and a delicious warmth spread between my legs, do I summon the bravery to look down.
Three black masks stare up at me as Ben licks long and slow between my legs as if he’s savoring the taste. Then he pulls back and tilts my hips to the right, offering me up to Graham.
Graham grabs my hips greedily and pulls me over closer to him. I take a fumbling step and my legs spread wider. He steadies me, pushing my hips against the wall and following with his mouth. He wastes no time devouring me, swirling his tongue and nipping at my clit.
A cry escapes my lips, and my knees falter for a moment before I catch myself. Graham pulls himself away from me and looks up, seeing I’m unsteady. He stands and wraps an arm around my waist and pulls my backside against him.
“We can’t have you hurting yourself before your first orgasm,” he whispers into my ear and pulls me in tighter. I can only nod in agreement. This whole thing feels like a fever dream and I’m out of my depth. I feel a thick hardness pressing against my lower back and I arch my back against Graham, my body desperate to feel more of him.
