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The embarrassment ofpotentially climaxing like a novice from just three kisses jolts me back to reality.
I squeak into Alexander’s mouth and then do the unthinkable: I bite his lip, desperate to halt the blood rushing between my thighs and the primal need to climax building within me.
But Alexander growls at me and deepens the kiss.
Oh boy.Oh boy.Think.Where are my thoughts?Why can’t I concentrate enough to form a proper sentence?I can’t come.I absolutely cannot come like this.
“Fuck,” Alexander murmurs against my lips.Hands—Jude’s and Levi’s—travel up my skirt, their fingers brushing against bare skin above my stockings.I hear their groans like a symphony in my ears.
I can’t contain myself.I cry out.Alexander slips his hand between my thighs, and I squeeze them close, trapping him and using his hand as a landing pad for my involuntary climax.
“Jesus.She’s fucking amazing,” Jude murmurs.
I don’t have time to feel embarrassed because they’re now alternating places around me, taking turns kissing me while torturing me with their soft touches on the bare skin above the lace holding up my stockings.My blouse is completely undone, and they’ve bared one of my breasts for their pleasure.My skirt is no longer around my waist; it’s on the floor.
“Are you wet, Ms.Quinn?”Jude asks.
I shake my head no, but my moan betrays me.
“This is so, so, so improper.I must insist...”
“Do you want us to make you come, sweetheart, while we suck your nipples and keep you spread for us?Do you want us to fuck your world up until you’re screaming our names out when you come and then thank us afterward?”
I swear I didn’t say a word except for the uncharacteristic, husky, maniacal whimper that escapes my lips, completely incoherent.This can’t be happening to me.
“This is entirely, entirely inappropriate.”But I stutter through the words, and half of them are swallowed back down.
“Oh, yeah, it is, Ms.Quinn,” Jude says.Does he think this is a game?
To my side, Jude tucks his hand behind my knee and lifts my leg, parting my thighs.Levi, standing in front of me, reaches down and strokes my clit through my panties with his knuckles.Fire engulfs my cheeks.This is what happens when your signature underwear is 100% cotton and white.The pool of wetness on my panties is undoubtedly obvious.
My head drops against Alexander’s shoulder as he stands behind me.Levi and Jude peel my panties aside—they’re so wet it makes it a little more difficult.
Alex reaches from behind me and slips a finger into the dam of wetness between my folds.
“Inappropriate,” I gasp, just as another wave of wetness seeps from me.
The entry is so foreign, his finger so thick, that I grab a fistful of both Levi’s and Jude’s hair the instant my legs give way, collapsing back onto Alexander, causing his finger to deepen inside me.
My panicked whimper echoes around the room.It’s too thick.I’m going to break.No one has touched me like this before.Of course, Einstein, you’re still a virgin, I scold myself for being so redundant.
“Fuck.She’s tight...too tight,” Alex says, and I don’t need to see them exchange glances to know that’s what they did.Before my next breath, Levi and Jude’s fingers try to fill me up.My body protests against the unfamiliar fullness all over again, yet their touch creates a lake of wetness inside me.Then I do the worst thing I could ever do: I come again.Harder this time.But something happens.They’re no longer touching me.
“Fuck.”
Even through my haze, I hear the strange tone in their voices as they each deliver a soft expletive.What is that?Curiosity?Confusion?
But at least now that they’re not touching me, I’m ripped out of my delirium.
“Excuse me,” I say, with the superiority of a queen, never mind that my blouse hangs open on my shoulders, one breast exposed, the nipple soaking wet, while the other remains in the cup of my bra, my pebbled nipple straining against the drenched lace.
My skirt is pooled at my feet, and one of my stockings is rolled down to my knees because Levi kneeled before me and laid kisses on the skin he exposed.
“You three must be the most arrogant men in the universe.I have never met your kind before, and I would have been happy for the rest of my life if I hadn’t,” I say, my voice ice cold as I tuck my breast in, button up my blouse, and pull up my stocking and skirt.
They do nothing but stare at me, still wrapped in their towels.
