Tobias steps in front of me, temporarily blocking my view of Gabe. He looks me straight in the eye and tucks his pinkie finger into the front waistband of my panties, dropping to his knees and slowly, slowly peeling the garment down to my ankles. He is nearly eye level with my sex, but still has to lean down slightly, heat spreading in his eyes, tilting his head as he studies me there. His chest starts to move faster, his hands clenching tightly around my panties.
“She’s almost ready.” His warm breath on my flesh makes me gasp, my left hand reaching for Banks and he takes it quickly. Tobias watches the movement, his upper lip stiffening. “Almost,” he repeats. “Gabe is going to need her right on the edge if he’s going to get her to the finish line.”
“Stop talking about me like a race car.”
“My apologies.” He lays a hot kiss on my sex and against my will, I start to tremble. Damn this deeply ingrained attraction to him. I hold my breath and watch as he sits down and lays the back of his head on the edge of the bed. “If you were a race car, you’d be a Ferrari, by the way. That sort of makes us your pit crew.” He crooks his finger at me, swallowing hard enough that I can see the lump lift and plummet in his throat. So much bravado. “What say you come closer for a little tune-up, love?”
I want to punch him in the face and feel him on top of me at the same time.
How is that possible?
As if sensing my confusion, Banks kisses my shoulder, his knuckle trailing up and down in the split of my backside. “Do you want that?” He reaches between my thighs from behind, dragging his middle finger through my flesh and spreading the wetness all the way back. Like, the back, shooting my eyes a little wider. For a moment, with these three hungry males surrounding me, touching me in places I haven’t been touched before, I wonder if I’m out of my depth, but I discard the worry just as quickly. I’m in control here. They’ve put me in control. “Do you want to kneel over his face, Elise?” Banks asks urgently against my ear. “While I kneel behind you?”
Yes.
Yes, I want to experience everything with these men tonight. They make me feel safe and lusted after and the way I’m attuned to all three of them in different ways is overwhelming. With everything in my life so undecided, they’ll make me forget for the night. They’ll occupy me mentally and physically until there’s only them. Only pleasure.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Tobias closes his eyes for a moment, as if relieved. When they open again, I swear I see the flicker of a flame in their depths. “You’re going to put your left knee on the bed and lean forward, palms flat on the mattress.” His color is deepening, chest heaving rapidly. “Tell me when I find the right rhythm, love. I already know the spot.”
With that statement hanging in the air, he takes hold of my bottom in a firm grip and pulls me forward, opening his mouth against my slit and inhaling roughly. “Must be exhausting walking around all day with something so priceless tucked away between your legs.” His tongue parts me, moving like a winding river over my clit, then retreating with added pressure, no joke, making me squeal and fall forward in the exact position he asked of me, eyes temporarily blind. “Smart girl. You know you can trust me with it.”
He smacks my ass once, twice, the cracking sound crystal clear and sharp, then palms my right cheek and spreads me wide. For Banks, I realize. He’s holding me open for Banks. Vaguely, I hear another thud behind me on the floor and acknowledge through the mounting hunger that Banks is kneeling now, too. His breath is on my bottom, between it and because of the way I’m positioned, hips tilted, his breath also ghosts over the underside of my core, where Tobias is asserting himself with slick drags of his tongue, his harsh moans adding infinite enjoyment to the action. Vibrations.
“Never had anything so delicious in my fucking life,” Tobias grates, his fingertips skimming up my inner thigh, rubbing a thumb over my entrance before pressing, starting an uncontrollable tremble in my legs. “How does the rest of her taste?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute.” Banks flattens his tongue against that untouched place and grunts, stiffens the appendage and rides it in swift motions, up, back, up, back then revels in me by rolling his head side to side, his fingers digging glorious bruises into my buttocks. My vision doubles along with the pleasure, my core winding up like a clock, breasts heavy, teeth chattering, hands fisted in the comforter. “She’s a little nervous. And a lot excited.”