“But I never realized how beautiful you are,” she breathes, looking between us, taking us in.
Sting snorts and Rogue looks down at his shoes. I don’t break her gaze.
She opens her mouth to say more, then stops. Because we all see it. The way her thighs press together. The way her breathing quickens. The flush creeping up her neck. She’s been wound tight since this morning. Since Rogue interrupted her. Since we left her aching and desperate with no relief. And she’s still not allowed to touch herself.
I step in close, hands finding her waist. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
She glares at me. “I can’t.” Her jaw tightens. “I want it.”
That’s all it takes.
48
ARMEN
Sting moves behind her,pulling her shirt over her head in one smooth motion.
Rogue’s mouth finds her throat, teeth grazing, sucking a mark just below her pulse. She gasps, head tilting back.
I drop to my knees in front of her, and unbutton her jeans.
She steps out of them, trembling, not from cold. Need.
Sting’s hands cup her breasts from behind, circling her nipples until they’re stiff and aching. Rogue’s fingers slide between her legs.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “She’s drenched. Again.”
“She’s been like this all day,” Sting says, voice rough. “Haven’t you, Vi?”
She doesn’t answer. Just whimpers when Rogue’s fingers circle her clit—slow, teasing.
I stand, shedding my own clothes quickly. Sting andRogue do the same. Within seconds, we’re all bare, cocks hard, surrounding her.
Vi’s eyes go wide, darting between us. “I?—”
“On the blankets,” I order. “Now.”
She moves without arguing, sinking down onto the soft wool. The light from the skylight pours over her skin, turning her golden.
I kneel between her legs, spreading her wide. “You’ve been denied twice now.”
She nods, breathless.
“Not this time,” I say. Then I lower my mouth to her.
The first lick makes her cry out, loud, shameless. I lick again, tongue flat, slow, tasting her. She’s so wet, it’s obscene. So sensitive that every touch makes her hips jerk.
Sting kneels beside her head, fisting his cock. “Open,” he orders.
She does. He slides between her lips, thick and heavy, filling her mouth. She sucks greedily, hollowing her cheeks.
Rogue moves to her other side, guiding her hand to his cock. She strokes him without being told, fingers wrapping tight.
I push two fingers inside her while I lick, curling them, finding that spot that makes her moan around Sting’s cock. Her thighs shake. Her hips roll.
“That’s it,” I mutter against her. “Come for me.”
She does.
