“Beau’s right, Sweet Peach,” Shepard chimes in. “We’re too hot and stubborn to die young,” he jokes, grinning from ear to ear.
Young my ass.More like middle-aged. The hot and stubborn part, well, that’s one hundred percent accurate.
“What are your ages, anyway?”
They know mine. I’m pretty sure they’ve seen my rental application and all the documents provided with it. After all, they are my landlords.
“Thirty-two.”
“Forty-one.”
“Thirty-five.”
Emmett, Beau, and then Shepard rattle off one after the other.
“Emmett, you’re just a baby,” I tease, though he’s just two years younger than me.
“I’m a full-grown man, with a full-grown cock.” He plucks me from his cousin’s lap and deposits me on the table in front of him. “I’d be more than happy to refresh your memory.”
He takes a firm hold of my knees and spreads my legs open.
“The perfect dessert to satisfy my sweet tooth,” Emmett states gruffly, his gaze fixated on my pussy.
He lowers his head and plants a kiss just above my clit, sending an electric pulse straight to my throbbing core. Calvin had never touched me during my period, not once, but these men have no reservations about it. They want to devour my entire being. To own me, to use my body while feeding my soul. And against my better judgment, I’m going to lay myself bare to them. Consequences be damned.
“Lie back,” Emmett orders, pressing a hand against my belly.
I push his plate aside and settle back onto the smooth wooden surface. He pulls my legs over his shoulders, his tongue dipping into my slit and then gliding over my labia. My breathing accelerates as blood rushes between my thighs.
“I want to come,” I moan, threading my fingers into his hair. “Please, Emmett.”
“Soon,” he promises and resumes his sexual torture.
His tongue probes and explores, teasing my swollen sex, but never quite venturing where I need him the most. I fist my fingers into his soft strands and thrust against his face, trying desperately to force his mouth over my engorged clit.
Shepard appears at my side.
“Patience,” he murmurs, seizing my wrist and pinning it to the table.
“Let me go,” I beg him. “I can’t take it anymore. I need to come.”
“You come when we say,” Beau rumbles, swiftly restraining my other wrist. “Your orgasms belong to us now.”
“Where were you last night?” Emmett asks me.
“What?” I pant, lifting my head to look at him. “What are you talking about? Why did you stop?”
“You wanna come, right?” Shepard murmurs, kissing along my jaw. “Then tell us where you were last night.”
They’re toying with me, withholding my release in an effort to force compliance. I won’t stand for it.
“Fuck all of you!” I shout, fruitlessly attempting to free my arms. “I’m not saying a fucking word.”
“We’ll see about that,” Emmett growls and then sucks my clit into his mouth.
“Oh God!” I scream, my head thumping back against the table. “Bastard!”
Beau tugs my negligee over my breasts. “One for you, little brother, and one for me.”
