His hands bracket my hips, gently tugging me backwards. “Sit down with me, Lila.”
He guides me back until I’m seated in his lap, his erection pushing against my outer thigh, and then pulls my backside against his bare chest.
I shiver for no reason at all, because it’s plenty warm in here.
“Spread your legs for us, baby,” Hale whispers in my ear, nibbling on the lobe.
But he’s the one who does it for me, just like he did that day in his office, lifting one leg at a time to drape them over his. I’m left reclining against him, feeling more vulnerable and exposed than I ever have, and loving every second of it.
Noah and Evan are on the edges of their seats, waiting for their cue as Hale slips one hand around to my stomach, then glides it down between my thighs.
“She’s so wet for us,” he murmurs.
I moan softly as he circles his fingertips around my clit, dropping my head back against his shoulder.
Noah takes an audible breath.
“Reyes,” Hale says, pulling his touch away. “Do you want a taste?”
Evan is on his feet a second later, no verbal confirmation necessary. I lift my head to watch him approach, and just when he’s about to drop to his knees, I reach out a hand and press my palm to his abdomen.
“Off,” I manage to get out, half convinced that I’ve gone completely speechless.
Evan grins at me and pulls off his shirt. Then, with a nod at Hale, he lowers himself before my spread legs and wastes no time in burying his head between them. At the first lap of his tongue, more insistent and greedy than I expected from him, I arch off of Hale.
He’s prepared, though, wrapping one arm around my waist to hold me down as Evan feasts on me. His other hand finally goes to my breasts, pinching my nipple lightly as his lips lower to paint kisses along my neck.
I cry out, already so overwhelmed by the pleasure that I can feel my first orgasm rapidly approaching. Through a hazy vision, I twist my head to look for Noah. He’s smiling, still lounging on the sofa, stroking himself through his jeans.
Evan flicks his tongue. It’s too good, downright euphoric, and for some reason that means my instinct is to attempt to close my legs. But Evan plants his palms against my inner thighs and holds them open, while Hale keeps me trapped in his embrace.
When I climax, Hale rumbles with laughter as he clamps a hand over my mouth to muffle the half-scream that comes out.
Evan sits back on his heels, looking pleased with himself.
My stomach flips when I realize that they’ve only just begun.
Hale’s fingers return to where Evan’s tongue just was as the latter rises to his feet again. I whimper from the oversensitivity, but Hale croons a quiet encouragement onto my shoulder, and it’s not long before I’m swept back into another swelling wave.
He stops after barely a minute, though, removing his touch.
“Why don’t you go give Noah a taste of you, Lila?”
Noah smirks at me as Hale extricates me from him and nudges me up onto my feet. Following some unspoken choreography, Noah pulls off his shirt and then slides off the couch to kneel on the carpet. Hale remains sitting behind me, but Evan steps in with a hand trailing down my spine to guide me over to stand in front of Noah.
“Don’t get shy on me now, Blondie,” Noah says, reaching for me when I’m close enough and pulling me toward him. I stand with one heel on either side of his hips, legs spread as he cups his palms behind my thighs.
Evan stays close as Noah tilts his head up and drags his tongue through my damp core. It’s only thanks to his stable arm around my waist that I manage not to melt right then and there.
I drop a hand onto Noah’s head as he suctions his mouth around that sensitive bud and, much like Evan, shows absolutely no restraint whatsoever.
At the same time, Evan’s other hand slips down the swell of my backside and slips down between my legs from the oppositedirection, just shy of where Noah’s tongue is doing heavenly things to me.
Evan slips a finger inside me, peppering kisses up the side of my neck.
I lose all composure. The self-consciousness fades away into nothing. All I know is that I am safe in the hands of these men, that they want to make me happy, and that, as Lou predicted, this is definitely going to be the best night of my life. So far, at least.
Because, apparently, I now have many more nights just like this one to come.
