Tossing the knife, Owen climbs on the bed until he’s positioned his knees under my thighs, lifting my hips slightly off the mattress. Bending, he brings his mouth to my stomach just below my belly button, and nips his way to my pelvic bone as he peels my panties down, bringing them to his nose and inhaling once he’s fully divested me of them.
“Fuck, Angel, you smell divine,” he says, his voice husky and filled with desire.
I watch, my heated, half-lidded gray eyes locked on his movements, as he brings the crotch of my panties to his mouth and licks the very obvious wet spot.
Groaning, he palms himself. “You fucking taste even better.”
My whole body is crimson at the debaucherous act.Fuck, why is that so damn hot?My eyes heat.Shit.I feel my muscles clench.
Wyatt must sense my excitement because he grips my hair, pulling my head to the side as he lowers his lips to my pulse point and whispers, “Discovering new things about what turns you on, Love?”
The vibration of his voice against my flesh makes me shiver. I remember the last time the three of us were like this, and I moan at the memory. The way they had me spread across the bathroom counter as they distracted me from it all.
Wyatt’s teeth latch onto my neck, and I groan at the way his lips suck on my skin, contrasting the force in my hair. Heat traverses my body as every nerve ending goes on high alert.
Shit, this is better than watching porn.
“Let’s discover even more,” Owen commands. Wyatt leans back and I squeal as Owen flips me onto my stomach.
My face is level with Wyatt’s visibly hard cock as Owen massages my ass, occasionally slipping his finger between my folds. I can feel the moisture build with every pass over my clit.
I moan as he dips another digit inside, pumping in and out before taking my juices and rubbing circles into my clit.
“Pull him out,” Owen instructs, pointing to Wyatt but not stopping his assault on my pussy.
I tilt my face up and meet Wyatt’s hazel stare. The hunger that greets me has me biting my lips.
Wyatt lowers his head until his mouth crashes against mine, our tongues moving in synchronicity, neither battling for dominance, a perfect balance of give and take. We both groan our pleasure, deepening this kiss, wanting, no needing, more before he pulls back.
“You heard him, Riri. Take me out,” he dares.
Spurred on by the challenge in his eyes, I don’t hesitate, unzipping his jeans and pulling him out.
I stare at the metal balls lining almost the entire length of Wyatt’s dick. My gaze snaps up to his heated whiskey eyes, which look more whiskey when filled with yearning. “How did this not hurt?”
He snorts, “Pain is a state of mind.”
“Okay, Confucius,” I quip, rolling my eyes.
The sharp sting of a palm cracks my butt. “No, rolling your eyes, Angel,” Owen commands, and because I can’t help myself, I turn and roll them slowly, exaggerating every movement of my facial expression.
“You really are a brat sometimes, you know that?” he jokes before his demeanor turns serious. The smile melts off his face as he grabs the globes of my ass and squeezes, his gaze never leaving mine when he speaks. “What should we do about that?” he asks Wyatt.
“Stuff her pretty little mouth full until the only sound she makes is her choking on my dick,” Wyatt replies as he yanks my hair tighter, tilting my head back to meet my lips with his again.
“Eh, eh, ehhh,” Owen pulls me from Wyatt’s hold, and I whine in protest. “Not yet, Angel. On all fours. Now,” he commands.
My knee-jerk reaction is to lay on my back, spread my legs, and say make me, but I’m more eager to see where they want this to go.
Pushing myself off of Wyatt, I position myself in the middle of my bed, appreciating its size for the first time. We’re all on here comfortably. Both of their tall, muscular bodies and my curvy one easily fit with room for more.
My skin flushes at the idea of more of them in my bed. So many hands roaming and touching. I wonder what it would be like to hate fuck Wes and Lev, or what it would feel like to be under the penetrating gaze of Sebastian. He looks like he thrives on control. How would he react to my chaos? My tongue peeks out, wetting my lips at the scene playing out in my mind.
Who knew the idea of multiple dicks could be so appealing?
I’m jerked back by my hair into Owen’s tattooed hold.
“You’re not allowed to disappear into your head, even when it makes your skin flush darker shades of red, Angel. The only ones allowed to do that to you right now are us,” he growls in my ear, pinching my nipples hard to the point of pain as he bites down on my neck. “I told you before I don’t like being ignored.”
