The noises above me are muffled, but between the warble of male voices are her soft moans. My tongue laps hungrily at her,and my lungs start to complain, but there isn’t a chance in hell I’m going to give up on her cunt in my mouth that easily. Fingers tangle in my hair, and her enthusiasm gives me a fresh burst of oxygen, or maybe it’s just a complete willingness to disregard my own needs if it means she feels good.
My cock hardens with the lack of oxygen. My fingertips tingle, and the slick wetness of her pussy all over me is everything. It doesn’t really matter how long we can hold our breaths. The winner of this contest will be whoever makes her come first. I slide my fingers inside her, and her pussy tightens around them, immediately gripping and begging for more.
Applying pressure to her G-spot, I suck her clit like it’s the oxygen my lungs are screaming for. Her pussy gushes around my fingers, and the water immediately washes it away. Her body writhes, and the sounds of female pleasure above me grow so intense I know I’m going to win. My vision goes blurry around the edges. Her body is pitched and ready for release. She screams, fingers tangling in my hair, and everything goes sort of dark. I might try to push my way up now that I’m losing consciousness, but she’s holding me down, and she seems to like riding my face.
Everything goes completely black, but I hear one last scream of pleasure before nothing at all. My head suddenly breaks the surface of the water. The hands that held me against her pussy a moment ago harshly grip my hair as she holds me above the water. I cough, and water splutters everywhere. My lungs burn as I finally get air.
“Are you actually going to drown for my pussy?” she demands as she shakes me. The roots sting, and I almost laugh, but I don’t have the space in my lungs. Rather than letting her hold me up by my own hair, I manage to put my hands down and support my own tired weight.
“Well, yeah,” I answer between gasps.
“Shit, did you come?” Orion asks with a hint of disgust.
“Of course,” Sable says, her cheeks pinkening and her hand moving to her chest in sudden shyness.
“Not you, baby.” He points at me. “When you passed out, did you come?”
The idea sounds so ridiculous that I’m insulted at the very thought. I’m not some pubescent kid coming in my pants.
“Oh my God, I think you did,” Lex says with a kind of shock and disappointment I feel in my bones. I look down to see what they mean, finding myself soft and even now still leaking a light stream of cum.
“Fuck,” I say, finally accepting reality.
“I’m getting out,” Parker says.
“You’re going to stay right there,” Sable says with a wicked glimmer in her eyes. “All of you are. Now, who’s next?”
“Please, dear God, let it be me, or I’m going to come in the water like Hadrian.”
“You are next,” I tell Orion with a smile.
A few hours later, we’ve fucked about every way a person can, and I’m so spent I feel like I’ll never move again. Parker leads us back to the recovery rooms. I giggle as they move a king bed from one room to the other and push the two together so we can cuddle but not feel crowded. I’m happy and satisfied to a level I never thought I would be again, but a part of me wonders about Soren and wishes he were here with us tonight.
Hadrian lays me in the bed, Orion climbs in next, then Lex, Hadrian, and finally Parker, who takes a minute to make sure the pillows are properly spread out and comfortable. I haven’t been this warm since before I left, but I can’t shake the feeling that we’re not complete without Soren. I don’t know exactly what happened, but spending time with him has only confirmed what I first suspected. There’s something much worse there than it originally seemed.
Multiple sets of hands stroke me, rub me, and play with my hair. Parker grabs one foot to give me a massage, and Lex lays a trail of kisses across my shoulder. There’s a wall of men around me, men who actually obeyed me and put my pleasure first, who made me feel powerful. Today was far more than I expected, and I know Arabella will have to be dealt with, but right now, I feel safe. I’m happy, mostly.
CHAPTER 40
SABLE
My eyes snapopen in the morning, and the fear that my uncle is coming surges through every part of me. I gasp, but before the panic can fully set in, the pile of warm bodies surrounding me tells me exactly where I am, with my guys. Something is strangely peaceful about having them all around me, and my racing heart slows to a peaceful measure. We’re all still naked, but warm with the soft sheets and each other. I stretch against them, and I don’t get very far, but that’s satisfying too. A groan starts in the back of my throat and passes my lips.
“Well, isn’t this cozy?” a female voice says, quickly snapping me out of the dreamy well-fucked haze. I try to shoot up, but Lex is asleep across my stomach.
“Liliana,” I say, the old habit of using that name slipping through with my tiredness.
“Nina,” she corrects, then tips her head to the side. “On second thought, it’s safer if no one hears that name at Bellthorn.”
She’s fast and too smart. I can’t believe I never noticed that someone that cunning couldn’t be a lazy heiress like the rest of us. There’s too much street smarts in her gaze alone, but old Sable was terribly naive.
“What do you want?” I sigh, rubbing my tired eyes.
“Come on, climb out from the dumb boy pretzel and talk to me in private.” I wish I could defend them, but if I’ve learned anything about them in the last twenty-four hours, it’s that they are dumb boys. She stands, white terry cloth falling around her, and I realize she’s wearing a bathrobe.
“How long have you been here?” I ask.
“Long enough to know you’re an absolute freak.” She laughs softly. My cheeks turn red, but I extricate myself from the guys so she and I can “talk.” I’m butt naked, and that fact doesn’t escape me, but before I can get too upset about it, I notice she has a matching robe waiting for me.
