Starling
Oh God, I’m really doing this.
Tony is coming toward me. The heat from his body engulfs me in an instant. The scent of his cologne dances in the air between us before settling onto my skin, making me feel hot and achy all over.
Wait… did he change his cologne? I don’t remember him smelling like this or the staggering effect his scent has on me. But of course, I’m reacting this way. I’m in heat, like a lioness seeking her king.
All thoughts flee my mind. I’m trembling from head to toe. He’s so close I can taste him. Before I lose my nerve, I reach for his chest, throw my arms around his neck, and press upward, but I end up kissing his cheek instead of his lips.
He doesn’t give me another chance to find his mouth. Instead, he takes swift control, cups my face, holds me still, and fully possesses my lips.
I’m so shocked by the searing heat that erupts from every part of me at his touch that I forget to breathe, leaving me fumbling for air.
I gasp as liquid fire floods through me, fueled by the passage of his tongue in my mouth, deep and commanding.
My knees buckle, and he slides his hands from my face to my waist, drawing me even closer. Wetness pools in my panties.
I knew it. I was right. Tony and I have excellent chemistry. My gosh. It’s just like in those romance books I devour. We’re going to burn the building down with our fiery passion.
He releases me mid-kiss, but I’m having none of that. Blindly, I reach for him again, cupping his face this time and pinning my lips to his.
He lets me kiss him, content to let me explore his mouth. But wait… how did the scent of him change? Maybe that’s a thing after kissing—pheromones and all that.
As for the different way he’s kissing me, that just shows how versatile he is. I’m in such good hands, and emboldened, I sweep my tongue into his mouth, savoring his minty flavor, really getting into it, and then he pulls back. Oh yeah. I smooched him so hard he had to take a breath. Who knew I would be so good at it?
I’m completely soaked now, my thighs slick against each other. But I want more, so I take it. I grab him by the lapels of his suit jacket and crush my body to his. I’m in charge now.
Except, no, I’m not. Tony shifts the way he kisses me again, making me chase him, teasing me with the heat of his tongue, then abandoning me to suck in nothing but air.
I whimper in frustration, then moan in shocked pleasure as he bites my bottom lip. My breasts feel like they’re going to explode through the tight confines of the bodice, and my nipples are so hard they’re probably going to leave dents on his chest.
And again, his scent changes. What… no, maybe I’m imagining everything. I push closer, trying to break through the layers of his cologne until I reach the essence of him, but…
My thoughts stutter. My mind goes blank, unable to facilitate logical thinking.
How are there two… no… three sets of hands on me? Three bodies surround me; their heat is all-consuming, and I feel set alight.
There can’t be three men, can there? I’m imagining it. I’ve cloned Tony. Why? Because I love the way he kisses me, and I want more of him. Yes, it’s just my mind playing tricks on me.
Oh, wait, one of the Tonys is unfastening the ribbons at the back of my bodice, while another unzips my skirt, and the other one distracts me with dirty hot kisses.
Oh God, my skirt is pooled around my heels now. The bodice is released from my body, and my heavy breasts tumble out, naked.
“Fuck,” says a deep, sexy voice. I hear the grin in his expletive as his fingers trace the stickers just above my nipples.
Oh, right. I’m only wearing my milk-and-cookies underwear and Santa Claus heels.
I lose my footing as two heads bend toward me, their breaths lingering on my nipples before they engulf the swollen beads peeking from my breasts.
The sounds I’m making are surely not coming from my own mouth because what is this? I’m moaning and swaying against them as they suck and nibble, as if they’re certain that if the stickers say "milk," then I must offer them a sip.
I nearly die when I’m touched again by a different set of hands. One hand holds my hip while the other dips into the waistband of my panties and glides between my legs.
I swear I shriek and purr at the same time as his fingers glide into the wetness pooled just at the entrance of my folds.
My breasts are being sucked harder by two mouths while another bites the side of my neck as he deepens his finger inside me and uses his thumb on my clit.
My eyes try to open behind the blindfold on my face. Am I going to come? Just like this? No, I can’t. I need… I need to look at him first. Also, there’s something else in my head I can’t seem to focus on long enough to grasp.
