“Arms up,” Lincs says as he starts to pull the hem of the sweatshirt upward.
I raise my arms over my head. I can feel my nipples pebbling as soon as the air hits them.
Linc tosses the sweatshirt to the side. “Mmm,” he says, peeking over my shoulder at them. His callused fingers graze over them, and I let out a quiet whimper.
“You don’t need to be quiet tonight,” Kane says.
“Right,” I breathe out. I’m already breathless, and they’ve barely done anything to me so far.
“I want to hear all your beautiful moans and whimpers,” Wyatt says, hooking his fingers in the waistband of my leggings and underwear at the same time. He slides them down my legs with ease and helps me step out of them.
I can feel all three of their intent stares as they take me in. I’ve never felt more desired than I do at this very moment.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Abby,” Kane says. The gentleness in his words is a contradiction to the lust obviously coursing through him.
“Perfect,” Linc mutters with a kiss to my shoulder.
“Stunning,” Wyatt says, pressing his lips to my thigh.
This is a level of cherished I didn’t know was possible to feel. These three men are making me feel things—dangerous things.
Wyatt’s kisses travel further up my thigh until he’s right above my clit. “Spread your legs a little for me,” he says.
Linc’s arms band around me, so I can lean back into him as I step my feet a little farther apart.
The first lick of Wyatt’s tongue is gentle. The barely-there contact makes me buck against the two men I’m sandwiched between.
Wyatt’s hands slide over the muscles of my thigh as he licks the entire length of my pussy. He and I both groan in unison.
“Fuck… you taste good,” Wyatt says, looking up at me with lust-drunk eyes.
I let my head fall back against Linc’s shoulder, my eyes staying locked on Kane.
Wyatt continues to slowly take me apart with laps of his tongue. I want to slide my fingers into his hair and press him harder against me.
That, combined with Linc’s lips and fingers grazing over my sensitive skin, is driving me wild in the best way possible.
I’m going to crawl out of my skin if I don’t come soon. The need is laying claim to each and every one of my brain cells.
“Feel good, sweetheart?” Kane asks.
I swallow past the dryness in my mouth because of how hard I’m breathing. “Yes,” I pant.
Linc drags his fingers down my side and over my ass. Tingles erupt from each nerve his fingers come in contact with on their journey.
I’m so lost in the sensations they’re drawing out of me, I don’t realize what he’s doing until one of Linc’s fingers dips inside of me. I let out a surprised moan, feeling Linc inside of me while Wyatt continues to lick and kiss my clit.
Linc slides in another finger, curling them until he hits just the right spot. I don’t know whether to grind back onto his fingers or forward against Wyatt’s face.
With my brain not fully functional, I give up trying to decide. They don’t need my help right now anyway. They’re doing just fine on their own.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan. Each of my breaths comes out in heavy pants.
“That’s it,” Linc says, kissing just below my ear. He must sense that my legs are about ready to give out from beneath me because one of his strong arms bands around my middle, holding me against him.
“Remind me of those sexy sounds you make when you come,” Kane says. “They might have heard you recently, but it’s been three years for me.”
The heel of his palm glides along the side of his erection that’s still trapped inside his sweats. I don’t even think he realizes he’s doing it.
