“He’s playing with Eva. We’ll fill him in later.” He glances back to me. “Natalia,” he says with a nod and then leaves.
The door to the office closes and I’m left alone in the quiet hallway, my thighs squeezing together and my chest still heaving. A smile plays on my lips still but I force it away and stand up before heading to find Eva and Sisco.
Chapter 9.
Natalia
I wake to the feel of the bed dipping. I can’t have been asleep for more than an hour, the fresh air of the day and the excitement of a new life taking its toll on me.
I open my eyes to find Sisco lying next to me. He’s naked, his soft gray eyes watching me intently. He reaches over and trails a finger between my breasts, and there’s no denying how hard my nipples are the moment he touches me. My skin is a blaze.
It’s late, somewhere between midnight and morning, though the moon is still bright enough in the sky to illuminate his face for me.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
I don’t know how to answer him. I don’t even really knowwhathe’s asking me.
Is it okay for him to be on my bed, touching me? My mind screams no, but my body screams yes. I’m fighting a war with myself and these men that I know I have no way to win. It’s unfair, the advantage they have over me, but sometimes it’s easier to let go than to fight every battle.
So I nod, yes, this is okay. For him to be here, with me, on my bed. Dominic said I’d be his soon, but soon isn’t soon enough. And around these men I seem to have needs I’ve never had before.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” Sisco says, his finger still lazily trailing between my breasts. My nipples harden even further, and even in the darkness he must see what he does to me because a low rumble echoes from deep within his chest. He’s like a barely restrained animal. “So beautiful,” he murmurs.
He splays his huge hand out, cupping my breast in his palm and gently squeezing. I gasp as the soft material of my nightgown rubs against my sensitive nipples. He reaches up and pulls the thin strap down over my shoulder and down my arm, freeing my left breast. He plucks my hardened nipple between his fingers and I groan and arch my back, wanting more.
“You like that?” he asks, and after a moment’s hesitation, I hum a yes.
I’m embarrassed to realize that I’m soaked for him already, my most sensitive areas pulsing with the need for his touch. Desperate for his tongue. His fingers. Any part of him. But Sisco takes his time, teasing me every step of the way. He leans over me, flicking his tongue across my hardened nipple. His hand moves to free my other breast and I tangle both of my hands in his unruly hair, tugging on the longish locks. I need his mouth everywhere. His tongue, his teeth, his lips. I want him all over me. Devouring me. Savoring my desire.
He pushes the covers down my body and I automatically lift my knees up and open my legs for him. He chuckles against my flesh, his mouth peppering me with soft kisses.
“So eager,” he rumbles, and I don’t even care that he probably thinks I’m a slut right now. All I care about is the growing flame of desire inside of me.
Sisco moves down my body and I release his hair. He slides his tongue down my flesh, leaving a trail of damp in its wake. He moves lower until his mouth is at my pussy. He stills, and I’m poised and waiting, needing his tongue to touch me. To part my lips and spread me wide. Needing his fingers or his cock inside of me. I flinch as the vulgar word enters my head, but then I soften to it. Mold myself to it, adding more as I do.
His cock.
My pussy.
I want him to fuck me.
A thrill of desire courses through me, igniting my nerve ending as it goes. My body sparks and glows with hunger.
As the seconds pass, the moment becomes all the more urgent. Desire flares brighter in me and I buck my hips, hoping to find some friction.
“You want this, Natalia?” he asks, his words rumbling against my pussy and making me gasp.
“Oh god, yes!” I beg and plead.
His hands grip the sides of my panties, and he pulls them down my legs roughly and then drops his mouth to my body. Heat blazes against my skin as his mouth latches on to my clitoris and he sucks. My hands are back in his hair as he splits me wide with his tongue, lapping at me like I’m water from a fountain and he’s dying of thirst.
I buck against his mouth. My hands pull on his hair as he flicks his tongue over and over me and I come, loudly, screaming into the air as pleasure hums through every part of me.
My nerves are on fire, every inch of me tingling and sensitive, desperate and eager. I hear the bedroom door opening and I open my eyes, finding Joey striding across the room towards the bed. If I were still the woman I was two days ago I would have been frightened by the fact that he was naked, his large, hard cock in his tattooed hand. But I wasn’t that woman anymore. I’m so much more than that frightened little girl who had been promised to someone from the day she was born. Who had been told how to dress and how to speak and how to act. To protect her virtue. I was my own woman now. These men are giving me that gift. They are pleasuring me with their every breath. Their every touch. They are handing me strength on a silver platter and I take it in both hands.
I grasp my femininity and I carve it into what I want it to be. Who I want to be.
Sisco sits up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his erection glistening in the moonlight as pre cum drips from the end of it.
