“That’s what I’m getting, too,” Tobias says, smacking my sex lightly. “That’s what makes a good girl tight and wet at the same time, isn’t it?”
I’m being set loose into the atmosphere like a stray balloon, and I want to remain here, with my men, so I search out Gabe’s eyes and find him watching me with rapt concentration, his fingers busy applying a condom to…a very king-sized erection.
“Oh…God,” I cry out at the sight of it, because it’s almost too much when my body is already on the verge of a life-altering orgasm. The idea of sinking down onto something so large would normally have me saying hell no. But I’ve never been this prepared. This needy. This wet. At some point, my fingers have snagged and twisted Tobias’s hair and I’ve tipped my hips higher for the unfamiliar sensations Banks is spinning through me. Pleasure converges on me from two sources and a third lies before me, tempting me, my hips beginning to buck in anticipation of sitting on Gabe’s lap. “Please, please, please, please…”
“No begging necessary, love. That’s our job.” Tobias’s voice sounds like it’s coming from a vast distance when he says, “How close are you?”
“Close,” I choke out. And the pure sex in his voice shunts me even closer.
Right to the edge. I could let myself catch fire right now, but I bite down on my tongue and try to ignore the fact that I’m shaking—shaking—and prevent myself from letting go. I want it to be for Gabe. He needs me the most tonight and…I don’t know when I started interpreting their needs and fulfilling them, don’t know when I started caring about each of them as individuals—and a whole—but here we are. I’m almost desperate to show him how strong he is. How desirable. To feel exultant in the process. Powerful. Alive.
There is a whisper in the back of my head saying mine. Unfortunately or fortunately—no idea which—I hear the same claiming whisper for Banks and Tobias.
I’m yanked clean out of my frenzied thoughts when Tobias presses two slow fingers inside of me and grinds out a sound that has me mentally chanting chocolate cake and at the very same time, Banks applies unyielding pressure to that untouched place. A secret place inside of me that has never been reached swells, the pressure in my lower body turning my blood to molten metal and my muscles into taut ropes.
“I’m going to h-have—” A tremor rocks through me and I bear down, my forehead on the mattress now. I’m positioned so I can watch what’s happening behind me, below me, and the vision of Tobias using his fingers between my thighs, his movements skilled and knowing, will never leave me. Never. It’s a fantasy come to life and when he slaps my clit with his tongue and pushes those digits deeper, I know I’m at the end of my line. “I’m there,” I scrape out. “Please, I’m—”
Tobias moves swiftly while cursing under his breath, sliding free of the opening between my legs. Banks snatches my hips in a grip, unwilling to let me go, eyes appearing black in the dull light, but Tobias wrestles me loose and drags me up the bed toward Gabe.
“Fuck!” shouts Banks. A dazed glance over my shoulder shows him pacing at the foot of the bed, both hands on his head.
Meanwhile Tobias is out of breath, sweat soaking the front of his dress shirt. He seems thrown. Caught off guard. “I should have stopped sooner, but the more I licked it, the better it tasted. And love, it tasted like fucking paradise to begin with.” His eyes drift shut and he glides his tongue along the seam of his upper lip, remembering, savoring. “Already imagining next time, Elise.”
I can’t swallow. The need for release is making me dizzy.
Gabe is reaching for me and I want to go, but a deep, inner urge has me curling a hand around the back of Tobias’s neck and bringing him down for a kiss. It’s closed-mouthed and sweet, but it’s also breathless and there’s an unexpected jolt in the center of my chest. Tobias is startled by the kiss, a sound breaking off in his throat, but by the time he starts to take the kiss deeper, I’m pulling away, straddling Gabe while still holding Tobias’s hand, fingers clenched tightly together. He’s my comfort now? I couldn’t stand him twenty minutes ago—
Gabe surges up and captures my mouth in a hard kiss and there is nothing sweet about it. I’m bent backward over his thighs, our tongues tangling, his calloused palms scraping up my back, then downward to take rough hold of my bottom.
“I need to fuck you,” he says urgently against my mouth. “Please let me in, woman.”