I got distracted from what he was doing by Drake leaning over the back of the sofa and capturing my chin between his fingers. He stared at me with so much affection, I just about died on the spot. I leant towards him, wanting to be closer.
“I thought you didn’t do warm fuzzies,” I murmured.
“I don’t.”
“Could have fooled me with your sweet words and the look in your eye.”
The way he broke out into a grin made my heart thump against my ribcage. He moved closer, brushing his nose against mine.
“I’m not sweet, Little Nyx.”
He gripped my chin tighter and kissed me. We both knew that was a lie. He could be sweet to me if he was so inclined. I adored the soft side of Drake. It told me my Drake from my youth was still in there. I had to draw him out completely and make sure he stayed that way. He could be cold-hearted to everyone else outside of these four walls, but with his family? Well, that was a different story.
I pulled away, grinning back at him before I looked down at Francis. He was watching us with a wicked glint in his eyes, so I leant down and kissed him too, for good measure. His hand tangled in my hair, pulling me against his chest as his hips thrust up into me. I moaned around his tongue, feeling Prescott lube me up from behind with his body pressed to my back.
“Less kissing, more fucking,” he said in my ear.
I released Francis and gave my voyeuristic king a look over my shoulder.
“I’ll ban you from my lips if you’re not careful.”
He gave me a wounded look, so I kissed him. When I turned back, Drake had stood up and was busy undressing. I watched him. The way his muscles flexed with his movements. His long fingers unbuttoned his chinos. My body shuddered at the thought of him wrapping those big hands around me. To say I was a little obsessed with them would be an understatement.
Feeling a little daring, I reached out towards him when he was bare. He came closer and looked down at me. I took his hands, pulling him against the back of the sofa. His brow furrowed slightly as if he was wondering what on earth I wanted. I placed his hands on my shoulders, forcing him to lean down to reach me.
“I want you to hold me down.”
“What?”
“I… I like your hands. I mean, in general, I can’t stop looking at them but right now I’d like them on me.”
For a long moment, he didn’t react. Then his fingers curled around my shoulders. I let out a long breath, feeling the tension leave my body.
“And what is it about them you like so much?”
I let out a little moan as Prescott pressed a third finger inside me.
“They’re so… big. I feel small compared to you and the fact you can easily overpower me is a turn on, okay? I just find them attractive, and this is officially embarrassing.”
My cheeks were burning, but I maintained eye contact with him, not wanting him to think I was scared of telling him the truth of my feelings.
Drake raised one of his hands from my shoulder and cupped my face with it. The simple gesture made me tremble.
“Do you like it when I wrap them around you?”
I nodded, catching my bottom lip between my teeth.
“When I punish you with them?”
My head kept bobbing. Drake smiled in such a deviant way, I almost wanted to faint.
“Then I shall endeavour to make you happy by giving you what you need, little wisp.”
He released me and I was about to protest, but he walked around the sofa and sat down next to me. Then he was pulling me closer and running his hands all over my torso, squeezing them around my sides and my breasts. I choked on a moan. All three of them touching me had my body feeling over-sensitised and drove me closer to the edge, especially when Drake slapped me across my breast, making it sting.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “Do it again.”
He did. The pain made me crazy in the best way possible. My hand went to his cock, stroking it. I needed to feel him as he touched me. He grunted but didn’t tell me to stop.
“I see you all started the fun without me,” came a voice from behind us.
I knew exactly who it was.
“Then you better make up for lost time,” I replied, not even looking over my shoulder.
And the moment I heard West’s chuckle, I knew I was in for another mind-blowing experience with these four men.
Thirteen
Scarlett
I felt him before I saw him as West approached our little gang of four. He sat down on the other side of me from Drake, his amber eyes glinting with mischief. He stroked my shoulder and gave me a smile.
“I’m sure these three can satisfy your urges, little Scar,” he murmured and didn’t move to join in.