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Something warm and sticky lands on me, and I flinch in surprise before the sweet smell of honey hits my nose. A warm tongue follows the trail as it curves across my breast, lapping it up.
His tongue slides over my nipple, and I moan, pleasure singing through me just from that. The honey drizzles lower, across my belly, down to the apex of my thighs, and that tongue follows each time, licking and lapping, whoever it belongs to taking his time to make sure he gets every drop.
All I can do is arch and feel the sensations as they course through me.
From somewhere outside the bedroom, a timer goes off. The first man huffs but kisses me one last time, letting me taste the sweetness on his tongue. Then he’s gone, leaving me alone for the short time it takes for the second guy to come in.
The footsteps are heavier, and I wonder if it’s maybe Callan.
Before I can try to test that theory, something hot splatters on me, and I cry out in surprise. I can smell the remnants of smoke and something that might be cinnamon and cloves, so I put it together that whoever this is, he’s dripping candle wax on me.
Once the shock wears off, the heat simmers low, and I realize I like the feeling.
Another drop of wax hits my nipple, and I hiss at the pleasure and pain on somewhere so sensitive.
His other hand finds its way between my legs, and I spread them, letting him drip more splashes of wax across my thighs.
Each drip makes me moan, and not knowing when they’ll come or where they’ll land really adds to the anticipation. And then he works his fingers into me, chuckling low when he finds me already wet for him.
He fingers me, fucking me with deep strokes of two fingers, while splattering wax across my stomach. It feels good, the combination of the steady pleasure and the unpredictable pain keeping me on edge the whole time.
Because I can’t see him, when he touches his tongue to my clit, I jerk in surprise, crying out sharply.
His mouth is so good on me, and I can feel myself getting more and more turned on, but before I can get too into it again, he pulls away when the time is up.
The third man comes in next. He kisses me and then I feel an icy cold shock moving across my breasts. It’s wet, and I realize it must either be an ice cube or an icicle from outside.
He teases it across my breasts, the cold sensation so different from the heat I was feeling before. His mouth finds my pussy, picking up where the other one left off, and I spread my legs wider, wanting more.
The icicle dips in alongside his tongue, and my breathing hitches in surprise.
“Oh fuck,” I moan.
All I get in response is a knowing chuckle as he keeps licking at my pussy, lapping up the arousal that’s flooding through me with every touch. It feels so good, and I want to sink into it and let myself come undone. I’m reminded of the way they edged me before, keeping me so close to my peak but not letting me have it for what felt like hours.
I don’t want that this time. This time, I want them to give me what I need.
“Please,” I say, not caring that I sound needy and begging in the moment. “Please, I need more. I need all of you on me or in me or whatever it takes.”
Almost like it was a command, the blindfold is removed from around my eyes immediately. I blink in the light in time to see Callan and Ares come in, standing with Tate to surround me on the bed.
“That wasn’t enough for you?” Tate asks, teasing. “You need more?”
“It was good,” I tell them, not wanting them to get the wrong idea about this. “It was really good. I haven’t dated a lot of guys who wanted to go down on me. Most of them acted like it was a chore.”
All three of them have nearly matching expressions of surprise. “Were these men insane?” Ares asks. “Why the fuck wouldn’t they want to go down on you? You taste so fucking good.”
“They’re cowards,” Callan says simply. “And idiots.”
“And they’re not here right now, so we can show you how real men treat women,” Tate finishes.
He moves to get back down between my legs, licking up the slit of my pussy in one smooth, slow motion. My eyes fly open wide at the way that feels, breath already coming faster.
Tate holds my gaze as he smirks. “See? Fucking delicious.” And then he dives back in, like he’s a man starved. He eats me out like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, leaving me squirming on the bed, gripping the sheets as the sensation crashes over me.
“I want a taste too,” Callan says, and Tate graciously moves to let him have one.
Callan dips his tongue directly inside me, like he wants to lap me up from the source. I shudder at the way he spreads me open, arching up to try to get more friction where I need it.
