Naturally, I tilt my chin down to see what he’s doing but his other hand cups around the base of my throat preventing me from moving.
“Eyes. On. Them.” My eyes snap back over to Major and Wade, both holding expressions similar to my own. Lust dripping from their eyes, jaw slacked and scared to blink.
Jasper rolls his hips into mine, as his erection rubs against me and I can’t help but moan.
His body is flush against mine. He begins caressing me with his tongue and fingers under the watchful eyes of two other men and it’s both terrifying and exhilarating.
Jasper's hand is still cupped around my neck as his lips graze over mine and he hovers there for a moment. I don’t change my line of sight, keeping my gaze locked on the two men watching usbut I see Jasper in my periphery, his eyes bouncing between my eyes and lips.
“Don’t you dare close your eyes.” His whisper is barely audible. “I want you to see how badly they want you.” I nod once.
“Tell me you understand?” he asks, since my nod was barely noticeable due to his hand placement.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Then he leans in, pressing our lips together with a gentle force that I love. His tongue sweeps over mine, and they dance together in a soft slow rhythm.
I’ve never been kissed so passionately before or in such a compromising position, especially while being watched like this and it’s creating a sensation I can’t even begin to describe.
My pulse is racing and it feels like every inch of my body is being doused in gasoline and lit on fire.
As instructed, I keep my eyes open and they’re currently locked on Major’s intense gaze. The sensation of being kissed by one man while staring into the eyes of another is a sexual high I never knew I needed. His wanton expression is feeding my own desire and I can’t help but moan again feeling like I want more from all of them.
Wade’s fists clench at his sides and before our Truth or Dare kiss I would have automatically assumed he was pissed off or hated something, but with the way his gaze is trained on me and Jasper, I know he’s just trying to prevent from touching himself. The thought sends shockwaves to my core and more uncontrollable, embarrassing sounds come from somewhere in the middle of my chest.
Naturally my hips respond, needing friction and when they roll against Jasper’s length, a grunted groan muffles between our lips before he pulls back, pressing his forehead to my chest.
“Fuck, pumpkin.” His grip loosens around my neck as he trails it down my body and places both hands around my hips as if to hold me in place. “You feel too good.”
He presses his lips against the middle of my chest before stepping back, standing in between Major and Wade.
God, they’re a sight.
All three men are a stark contrast physically but they all have that same strong demeanor that commands attention.
Jasper takes another step toward them, waving the guys to come with him, leaving me tied to the back of the fire truck with no ability to move.
“Hey…uh, where are you guys going?”
“Don’t go anywhere, pumpkin.” Now the playful tone Jasper typically has is back and that worries me even more in my current predicament.
They turn into the far corner of the garage where the lockers are and disappear from sight.
“Yeah, I’ll just…stay right here!” I yell back, using my sarcasm wisely, as my voice echoes through the garage. I glance up, yanking at the restraints and still nothing budges. “Yup, not going anywhere,” I whisper under my breath.
The clinging of metal on metal pierces the silence in the garage and some shuffling sounds echo from their direction. My body begins to feel panicked, the anticipation is now verging on anxiety because as much as I’ve felt comfortable with these guys, I have no idea what to expect.
I’ve known them for only a few hours and here I am playing Truth or Dare and letting them tie me to the back of a fire truck.
My natural inclination in trusting people is the exact reason why Sam used me the way he did and why I refused to see the glaring signs that were in his hidden agenda.
Yet, here I am letting an almost stranger tie me to a parked vehicle, agreeing to this craziness.
Even with all of my rampant, overthinking thoughts, there’s a chemistry between all of us that’s impossible to ignore. I feel it. And I really hope I’m not wrong about it.
I glance up at the knots in the rope and realize there’s nothing I can do to get out of this. Not that I’m sure I want to but the longer they’re gone the more I begin to reprimand myself.
I guess it could be worse. I could be naked.
