Chapter Four
Everything froze in an instant.
Her breath caught. Blood roared in her ears.
The brush of warm air over her lips taunted and drove her at once. The power was hers to own.
“Make me come.” Her demand was heightened by the throaty rumble that accompanied the words. The wild seductress blazed to life, and Brie had no will to suppress her.
And she didn’t have to.
A chorus of groans penetrated the silence to tangle with the energy buzzing within her. Those breaths hit her lips in a choppy clip that told their own story.
“Fuck.”
The barely there whisper ghosted over her mouth in a final confirmation of his want. This man wanted her.
Just as she was.
Wild. Naughty. Bold.
She yanked him down in a desperate need to feel that want. To claim it as hers.
His mouth closed over hers in a rush of heat and passion. She opened without thought, frantic to feel the heat of his tongue, the crush of his strength.
He took everything she was offering and pushed for more. His tongue thrust in to tangle with hers in a heady bolt of connection. This man owned her right now.
And she wanted to claim him.
He shifted, changing their angle to deepen the kiss even more. She fell back a little, welcoming the control. She gripped the back of his head, not caring if her lungs ached for air, only distantly aware of the other men slipping her panties off.
She didn’t need to worry about anything. Not with him in the lead, and he had been since the moment he slid in behind her on the table. She couldn’t see a damn thing, yet she could sense it. The authority hummed off him.
She gave herself over to him. The hot caresses of his tongue as it played with hers. The little nips he snuck in to sting her lip before he dove back into her mouth. The hard pinch and twist on her nipple that jolted her focus to the crazy burning sensation racing over her chest on a rush of tingles.
He caught her soft cry and swallowed it before overriding it with a deep groan of his own. The note held the frustration building within her along with the recklessness pushing her to do more. Take more.
Have more.
The hot slick of a tongue through her pussy jolted into her core, igniting a wave of heat that engulfed her with its carnal caress. She squirmed in his arms, seeking more and relief at once. A tongue circled her opening, teasing but not entering. Would it? His finger still pressed on her clit, the pressure building without offering relief.
All she needed was a flick. A little movement.
Please.
Desperation clawed at her skin and pummeled her brain with its frantic anguish.
She ripped her mouth away to suck in air, her breaths too clipped to get that deep, filling gust she needed. But she didn’t care.
“Please,” she whispered. She tracked her other hand down his arm until she reached his watch. She pushed on his wrist, but it didn’t budge. Not even a slight shift on her clit. That tongue, the devious, glorious one circling her vagina, was beyond intense.
Evil almost.
In the best possible way.
Another tortured moan fell from her parted lips. Hands rubbed every part of her legs, from the sensitive crease near her pussy to the space behind her knee and down to the soles of her feet. And then there was him. Surrounding her. Supporting her.
“Anything you want,” he said, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “You’re so passionate. Trusting. Open.” Each word was emphasized by a slow circle on her clit.
Oh, my God. Lights exploded behind her eyes as the craving blew into overdrive. This man, this insanely wonderful man, knew exactly what to say and do. And she didn’t want to lose it. Not his touch or his words.
His confirming, accepting words.
“More,” she begged softly. “Tell me more.” She could ask here without fear. She’d never know who these men were. And the one she did know, she’d never see again.
Her head fell back even more as he pressed a line of kisses down her throat. She never doubted that he had her. He wouldn’t let her fall.
“I can’t take my eyes off you,” the clipped voice said by her foot. The hard press of a thumb massaged her arch in a mind-numbing caress. “Of how receptive you are.”
“You’re stunning.” That was Jacob. At her other foot. “Unbelievable.”
A deep rumble of consent tickled over her pussy before that man dipped his tongue into her. Finally. Fuck. Yes. But then it was gone, that silky, wet heat withdrawn before she could truly appreciate it.
She squirmed in his arms, mind overloaded with the sensual praise and touch. She had no clue what she looked like, but right now the only thing that mattered was that she felt exactly as they’d described.
Here, with these men, she was all those things.
“You’re ours tonight,” he said right before his mouth closed over her nipple.
She cried out, the gentle warmth sinking to her core. The over-sensitized nub suddenly became the focus of everything. He bathed it in wet licks and light sucks that turned deep until she arched into the maddening pull. Men had sucked her nipples before, but never like this. Never with such slow, sensual grazes of his teeth that teased at the damage he could do.
Her head spun until she was lost. “I’m yours,” she said, fully believing it.
Rumbled growls of agreement filled the air to feed the wanton freedom she longed to revel in. This was...everything.
Freedom and joy. Bliss and acceptance.
The moist, wet slick of a tongue around her toes had her reflexes attempting to tug her foot from the man’s hold.
She stilled. What the... Oh...my... The soft caress of hot wetness where it shouldn’t be—where it’d never been before—was intensely confusing. One of them pulled her big toe into his mouth, sucking deeply, slowly. The sensation rippled through every part of her. Jacob joined in on her other foot to provide a dual pull like nothing she’d ever experienced. The intimate suggestion of the act was overwhelming.
Her initial rejection gave way to stunned wonder in increments of disbelief. Her muscles relaxed, the tension fleeing beneath the carnal assault.
“Wow.” The word didn’t come close to communicating the emotions storming through her.
“It’s the simplest things sometimes,” he said as he nuzzled that tender spot beneath her chin. It forced her head back, and she only wished she could bend more. Give him more room. Give these men everything they wanted.
The slow, steady swirl of his finger over her clit was precisely what she needed in that moment. The pent-up energy burst free on a wave of languid heat that quickly turned to an inferno. Her entire body became a conduit of erotic sensation. There was nothing but the wet and warmth and touch and...
“Do you want to come?” He nipped her chin before he forced her head up and claimed her mouth again. He took with this kiss. Stole her reservations and incriminations. Her smallest doubts and biggest fears. He took them all and gave her his strength. His power.
Him.
The connection wound around her until she wanted to crawl within him and never leave. Not this safe place or this reckless feeling that left her both grounded and freed.
He released her mouth, and “yes” burst out of her without thought. “Please. Yes.” The tendons on his wrist moved beneath her fingers where she still gripped him, the contact yet another oddly intimate point that brought the moment deeper.
This was just sex. Yet it was more.
Everything condensed into a tight ball of want, need, desire and lust right below his finger. That damn perfect finger. He rubbed harder. The tongue on her pussy plunged deep within her, followed by the jab of a finger—or two.
Her cry pierced the room. She curled up with the jolt of fulfillment that only increased the longing pulsing from her.
“Beautiful.” The word stroked past her ear. “Stunning.” She clung to the praise, letting it feed her. “So free.”
Yes. I am.
“Show us.” The command swept over her before it snuggled in beside her desire to please. “Let go. Give it to us.”
Her release broke open on a hard clash of finally. “Yes!” The rejoicing exclamation shot out to punctuate the wave of heat and energy blazing from her pussy to her fingers.
She clung to him, grounding herself to the moment, when it’d be so easy to slip into the unknown. She dug her fingers into his hair and rode her orgasm until she couldn’t breathe. Until she shattered.
The pressure finally eased. The mouths moved away. His finger slowed.
Brie sucked in a long breath. Exhaled. Floated in the glow of boneless euphoria. There were no words to describe how light she felt right then.
There was no tomorrow. No stress. No fears or worries.
His hand smoothed up her abdomen. Her feet were set back on the table. The mouth on her pussy was gone.
They were winding down.
And she wasn’t ready for this to end.
He kissed her jaw in that soft confirmation of goodbye or maybe thank you. Gentle. Lingering.
Her heart wept in that instant. Not yet, her mind screamed. Or was that her soul?
She tensed, tightened her grip on his hair to hold him there. Right there. He stiffened. The room went still and the energy condensed, waiting for her.
Her heart pounded out a beat of fear, but it was negated by a sudden surge of determination. This was her chance, probably her one and only, to have everything. Be everything.
And she wasn’t backing down.
She brushed her lips against his. The grazing stroke blazed a path to her chest to loosen the constraints clenched around it. This man. Who was he? What did he look like? Would she ever know?
Did she want to?
She couldn’t answer that, but she did know one thing. She laid her lips against his, ran her tongue over the soft rise of his. Her voice was low and seductive when she finally told him what she really, truly longed for.
“I want to fuck you.”
At least once. Before this glorious night ended.