Her thighs spasmed, and for a brief second, she tensed. “Don’t stop.”
I eased a finger beneath her panties. “You’re already wet for us, Bree, but we’re not even close.”
She bucked into my palm when I dragged a finger through her wetness.
“I need to taste.” I brought my finger up and licked it clean, watching her expression the whole time.
She groaned and grabbed Finn’s hair. He and Ronan each took one of her legs and guided her heels onto the barstools on either side of me.
I spread her apart with one hand and licked her, pausing at her clit to flick my tongue over the nerves that caused her to jump and buck.
When I did it again, this time using my fingers and my tongue to play with her clit, she melted backward into Ronan’s embrace.
12
BREE
Oh god.
Declan’s tongue flicked over my clit again, and my hips jerked off the bar.
I tried to think.
Tried to remember why this was a terrible idea. Nothing came to mind except the feel of his mouth on me.
This was insane. I was insane. I’d never done anything like this before. I’d never slept with an older man, much less three. Three men who’d been Mom’s friends. Shut up, brain.
Declan sucked my clit into his mouth and every coherent thought scattered.
Fuck it. Fuck me. This was right, and I wasn’t giving it up.
Finn flicked his tongue across my nipple, his hand kneading my other breast. Ronan smoothed a palm down my side and kissed my collarbone.
“Look at you.” Ronan’s chest rumbled at my back. “So perfect like this.”
I couldn’t respond.
It took all my effort to keep breathing as pleasure built.
Declan slid two fingers inside my pussy, curling them in a way that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
His tongue worked in rhythm with his hand, building pressure that climbed and climbed.
I dug my fingers into his hair, realized my nails were scraping his scalp, and tried to ease up.
No. More. I gripped him harder, riding his face as the building pressure threatened to make me black out.
“That’s it.” Finn bit down on my nipple. “Take what you need, love.”
My thighs trembled.
Declan chuckled. “Almost there, sweetheart.” His voice vibrated against my clit.
Almost didn’t begin to cover it. I was about to shatter into a million pieces right there on the bar.
Ronan slid a hand down my stomach. His fingers found my clit while Declan’s tongue moved lower, fucking into me alongside his fingers.
Too much. Oh god.
