“Just hard cocks,” Salem says, devilish blue eyes dancing.
I snort a laugh and roll my eyes. “That an offer?”
“Yes.” No joke in his tone this time.
Okay. So, they aren’t just here to watch. Am I really going through with this?
Salem, those eyes still on me, takes his shirt off. The first thing that hits is the muscles. The man is ripped, veins popping, a faint dusting of black body hair. His nipples are pierced—barbells. I want to trace the lines and ridges of his chest with my tongue.
I blink twice. “Yes.”
“Thank fuck,” he says as he hooks his hand behind my neck and pulls me against him for a searing kiss.
Knox works the zipper on my dress as we make out, and Houston’s shape moves out of the corner of my eye, but I don’t see what he’s up to until Salem breaks the kiss.
Only then do I take in the room. This must be Salem’s bedroom—there’s his famed signature purple bass in the corner. Why it’s not in a case, I don’t know. But the rest of the room matches the hotel interior. Dim golden light, bisque walls, gray furniture—not the generic stuff with no shape, but the kind that interior designers get paid way too much for. The bedroom is interior, so there’s just one floor-to-ceiling window at the far end, away from the bed and standing by the jacuzzi. It overlooks the desert.
My dress is loose, and Knox shimmies it down. I hadn’t exactly planned on this, so I skipped a bra. Now, I’m in heels and black lace underwear. Houston lets out a low whistle, and I glance over at him.
He’s prepped the bed. It’s huge, and the crisp white covers are turned down. There are glasses of water on the side tables. And candles. The big man really thought of everything.
He’s also standing there in blue silk boxers and a purely male smile. The man is a tall wall of muscle in his own right, big and smooth. “Salem, let the girl breathe.”
But Salem presses himself against me from behind. “Now why would I do that?” His hand snakes around me, coming to rest on my throat. Possessive, not pressure. He tips my head gently to the side, then slowly licks up the exposed skin.
There is no silencing the moan that escapes me.
Knox steps in front of me, somehow already shirtless. He wasn’t a second ago, but these men move fast. His chest and arms are covered in muscles and tattoos. No body hair—makes sense, I guess. Rumor has it that he’s half Choctaw.
He traces lines from my shoulders down to my breasts with his fingertips, then cups me there with both hands. So warm. So sensitive. I try to bring myself closer to his touch, but Salem’s hold on my throat means I can’t budge.
Knox improvises by running his tongue between the valley of my tits as he kneels. When he gets eye level with my panties, his fingers wrap around the sides. “Last chance to turn back.”
“I want this,” I whisper. “I need it.”
“Good girl,” Salem growls in my ear.
Knox pulls down my underwear and pauses, taking in the sight of me. I step out of them, and as I do, he snatches my leg to lift it over his shoulder. I’d tumble, if Salem didn’t support mefrom behind. Before I can even react to being off-balance, Knox shoves his face against my pussy, his tongue ready.
My brain shorts out, and I gasp loudly. Then it all happens so fast. Salem’s fingers tweak my nipples while I lean back on him. He matches Knox’s pace on my clit until I’m pulsing and squirming.
Across the room from us by the bed, Houston’s cock is in his hand—boxers are gone—and his eyes are glued to me. “You like that, don’t you, precious? Having two men on you. Taking all that pleasure at once.”
I’m riding Knox’s face, still off-balance, still ready to come when Salem growls, “He asked you a question, angel. Answer him, or I’ll stop?—”
“Yes!” I chirp.
“Good girl.” He keeps going. All of them do.
Knox’s fingers slide up my wet inner thigh until he reaches my pussy. He doesn’t enter. It’s more insidious than that. His fingertips lightly touch me on the outside while he acts like he’s never eaten in his life. My brain can’t keep up, and then, a finger breaches, and I come all over him, moaning like a madwoman.
Salem scoops me up into his arms, and my heels fall off on the way to the bed. It’s soft, but bouncy, thanks to him dropping me a little higher than I expected. I laugh from the surprise of it, but then Houston is there next to me. His deep green eyes capture me as he brushes some of my hair from my face. “So beautiful. Open up, precious.”
I part my lips, and his finger slips between them. I’m distracted from waiting for his next command when someone separates mylegs. Before I can look down, though, Houston says, “No. You’re with me now. Suck.”
My cheeks hollow at the order, taking him that way. His grunt is palpable, but other fingers—lower fingers—press their way into me, and I’m still throbbing from that first orgasm, so this time, it’s more intense. But I don’t look down. That seems to be his rule.
“That’s it, precious. I’m done waiting.” He pulls his finger from my mouth and rolls onto me. Whoever was down there moved out of his way. His hard cock thumps against my hip. “Question is, can you handle all of us?”
