The Bachelor is happening.
His breath on my skin makes me squirm, and I feel the moment he realizes its effect because his lips brush the hollow of my neck.
“Does.”
Kiss.
“This.”
Nip.
“Feel good?” he murmurs as his teeth graze up my throat, sending sparks along my spine and making my body hum to life.
I moan my agreement as he walks us back toward my bed, stopping only to toss me into the waiting arms of August.
When the hell did he sit up?
Wy’s hands move from my waist up my stomach until they’re under my shirt, palming and squeezing my breasts over the cups of my lilac and black lace bra. My body heats at his touch.
“I think she’s wearing too many clothes, O. What do you think?” he asks, pausing his movements to pull my shirt off before unhooking my bra and sliding it down my shoulders, dropping it to the bed.
I don’t fight him, eager to feel their hands on me again. My body buzzes with anticipation, my nipples hard long before the air caresses them.
Resting against his chest, August kneads his thumbs into the base of my skull, massaging his fingers into my temples, relieving some of the day’s tension from my body.
I whimper, lulling my head forward to provide him greater access when I feel my right leg being hoisted into Karl’s firm hold.
These tag team massages will never get old.
“I don’t know who taught you both how to do this, but they deserve all the money in the world,” I sigh in utter contentment.
They both huff a small snort of laughter.
“We haven’t ever done this with anyone, Angel. Care isn’t something we do unless you’re involved,” Karl professes.
I lift my eyes to his, and again I’m met with a faraway look before he blinks his gaze back into focus. I seriously need to get him alone to find out what causes that haunted stare.
However, before I can fully catalog that thought, August captures my hardened peaks and rolls them between his calloused fingers, leaning me further into his body. Pleasure spikes in my veins as he increases the pressure, pinching my nipples until my mouth falls open with a panting mewl.
My attention snaps from August’s hands on my tits to the feel of air hitting my thighs and the sound of tearing fabric. Goosebumps line my legs as he cuts my pants. I gawp, too stunned to speak.
“I agree. She does indeed have on too much,” Karl murmurs, slicing through the last of my leggings, leaving me in only my matching lace boyshorts.
Tossing the knife, Karl climbs on the bed until he’s positioned his knees under my thighs, lifting my hips slightly off the mattress. Bending, he brings his mouth to my stomach just below my belly button, and nips his way to my pelvic bone as he peels my panties down, bringing them to his nose and inhaling once he’s fully divested me of them.
“Fuck, Angel, you smell divine,” he says, his voice husky and filled with desire.
I watch, my heated, half-lidded gray eyes locked on his movements, as he brings the crotch of my panties to his mouth and licks the very obvious wet spot.
Groaning, he palms himself. “You fucking taste even better.”
My whole body is crimson at the debaucherous act.
Fuck, why is that so damn hot? My eyes heat.
Shit. I feel my muscles clench.
August must sense my excitement because he grips my hair, pulling my head to the side as he lowers his lips to my pulse point and whispers, “Discovering new things about what turns you on, Love?”
The vibration of his voice against my flesh makes me shiver. I remember the last time the three of us were like this, and I moan at the memory. The way they had me spread across the bathroom counter as they distracted me from it all.
August’s teeth latch onto my neck, and I groan at the way his lips suck on my skin, contrasting the force in my hair. Heat traverses my body as every nerve ending goes on high alert.
Shit, this is better than watching porn.
“Let’s discover even more,” Karl commands. August leans back and I squeal as Karl flips me onto my stomach.
My face is level with August’s visibly hard cock as Karl massages my ass, occasionally slipping his finger between my folds. I can feel the moisture build with every pass over my clit.
I moan as he dips another digit inside, pumping in and out before taking my juices and rubbing circles into my clit.
“Pull him out,” Karl instructs, pointing to August but not stopping his assault on my pussy.
I tilt my face up and meet August’s hazel stare. The hunger that greets me has me biting my lips.
August lowers his head until his mouth crashes against mine, our tongues moving in synchronicity, neither battling for dominance, a perfect balance of give and take. We both groan our pleasure, deepening this kiss, wanting, no needing, more before he pulls back.
“You heard him, Riri. Take me out,” he dares.
Spurred on by the challenge in his eyes, I don’t hesitate, unzipping his jeans and pulling him out.
I stare at the metal balls lining almost the entire length of August’s dick. My gaze snaps up to his heated whiskey eyes, which look more whiskey when filled with yearning. “How did this not hurt?”
He snorts, “Pain is a state of mind.”
“Okay, Confucius,” I quip, rolling my eyes.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.