She twists slightly to look at him, and then she bites her lower lip in uncertainty.
Beck narrows his gaze. “Abby, I know you aren’t anywhere close to ready for a punishment, but I’m keeping a tally of the times you bite that lip, and I can assure you I’m mentally preparing a suitable penalty.”
Abby drops the lip immediately, her face flushing in that way I know I’m going to adore. I hope she never loses a certain amount of her innocence. It makes my cock hard. My cock’s been hard for over a week, and no amount of taking it in hand has eased my reaction to her every time she steps into a room.
Abby crawls toward Beck and lets him situate her between his legs, her back to his chest. He gently presses on her forehead to get her to relax against his shoulder. Her fingers are threaded together on her lap.
Beck slides his palms down her arms and then tugs her fingers apart while Levi and I climb onto the bed and flank them.
Beck speaks softly, his lips near her ear. “This is uncharacteristic of us. If you were anyone else, we would already have you naked on your knees with the salty taste of come in your mouth.” The tone he uses does not match the emphasis he puts on certain words.
I watch Abby’s face. The moment she licks her lips, I know for certain we are not making a mistake here.
Beck smooths a few stray strands of hair from her face and then kisses her temple. “You won’t be able to concentrate on your training or relax until you’ve experienced nirvana, so we’re going to give that to you right now. But don’t misunderstand. After this scene, we won’t be so generous. You’ll earn every orgasm.”
Her lips quiver as she nods slightly. She pulls her knees in closer, bending them slightly.
Beck ignores this infraction. We’ll work on her positions later. Right now, he has a plan. It’s not hard to discern. It’s the same plan we all have—ease her into pure bliss so that by the time she shatters, she is ours.
It’s risky because there’s a chance she’ll develop feelings for one or all of us, thinking we’re the only ones who can make her feel so damn good. We’ll have to reassure her that is not the case, but for now, we simply need to get over this hurdle so she can relax. Marginally.
The unknown is making her unable to focus.
Levi and I glance at each other and exchange a knowing look. We’ll wait until Beck gives us the sign to join. He reads women better than any of us. He’ll make her tremble with need before he takes the next step.
He slides her hands around to his sides. “Hold on to my belt loops. Don’t let go.”
She’s shaking a bit, but she does as he tells her, and then Beck glides his fingertips up her arms and down to trail the edges of her bra. Goose bumps rise on her skin and she shivers. It’s fucking hot.
Her nipples swell, pressing against the lace. I can’t wait to see them directly.
When Beck dips his fingers under the top edges of her bra to swipe them over her nipples, she whimpers. Her head rolls to the side as if she can hide.
Instead of removing her bra, Beck tugs the lace cups down, forcing her breasts up high. Damn. Her tits are amazing, and her nipples are a dark pink. The areolas are smaller than I would expect. Sexy. I can’t wait to wrap my mouth around one and suck it in deep, making the tip swell further.
Beck cups her breasts and thrums his thumbs over her nipples until she arches slightly and her whimper turns into a moan. Her mouth falls open and her head tips back on his shoulder. She’s avoiding eye contact. I’ll give her a few more moments inside her head, but then I want her eyes on me.
“Has anyone ever fondled these amazing tits?” Beck asks, his voice deep.
“No, Sir,” she breathes out.
“Close your eyes and relax. Let the sensations wash through you.” He sounds like he’s directing a hypnosis, and it’s working. I know Abby is fully in the moment, but his voice is calming her. When he pinches her nipples, she arches farther. He holds them for several seconds, twisting slightly, and then releases the offended tips.
I inch closer, needing my hands on her soon. Levi is shifting his weight across from me too. The crazy thing is that we’re all fully clothed in button-down shirts and pants. We’ve removed our shoes, but that’s all we’re going to take off right now. This scene is about Abby.
I glance at the end of the bed and see the camera is running. I can’t wait to watch this video. Even though it’s angled toward her lower body, cutting off her head, it will be spectacular.
“Spread her legs,” Beck requests as he lifts his knees slightly, planting his feet and opening wider.
I wrap my hand around her ankle and lift it up and over Beck’s thigh at the same time Levi does the same on the other side. Beck’s thighs are not small. He works out hard just like Levi and I. The muscles on his legs are bulging.
Abby seems to grip Beck’s belt loops harder, lifting her bottom off the bed as a wave of increased arousal washes through her. It’s the exposure. It’s spectacular. My dick is going to be hard all day. Even though her panties are a dark navy, I can see how wet they are, the circle of moisture reaching above her pussy.
I keep my hand on her ankle, stroking the skin. She’s spread so wide in this position. Levi is holding her other leg. It would be hard for her to lift them over Beck’s knees easily anyway, but we all know how much higher we can amp up her arousal by restraining her, even if it’s just a gentle grip on her legs.
Beck reaches between their bodies to unclasp her bra, and it slips down her arms until it is stretched across her belly. She doesn’t let go of his belt loops to help remove it. Good girl.
With full access to her tits, Beck molds them and begins to play.
Abby settles back on her bottom, humming as her nipples swell further in response.
I could watch her like this for hours.
My cock disagrees, but my mind is mesmerized.
Chapter 25
Abby
I’m on fire. Every nerve ending in my body is alert. I can’t focus on any one thing. My breasts are heavy. As Beck switches from gentle caressing to rougher clasping, my arousal increases. The way he thrums my nipples and then occasionally pinches them is turning me into mush.
A tight ball has formed in my belly. I want more. This is the most exposed I’ve ever been to anyone, man or woman, and three men are watching me intently. Hands are everywhere.
Suddenly, hands slide up my thighs, closer to my sex. Fingers trail along the edges of my panties. A rush of wetness leaks out of me at the contact. My labia are pulsing, needy, craving something foreign.
Someone trails a finger down the center of my panties and I shoot off the bed, lifting my hips the second contact is made with my clitoris.
“Jesus,” Levi mumbles.
“Look at me,” Julius demands.
I lift my head off Beck’s shoulder and meet Julius’s gaze.
“Breathe, baby.”
I suck in a long breath, not realizing I was holding it.
“That’s it. Again.”
I blow it out, but when I start to inhale, Levi dips his finger under the edge of my panties, making contact with my labia. I moan instead.
Whatever all the fuss about sex involves—fuss I’ve spent many years pretending couldn’t be real—I want to know it all now. Everything. I lick my lips. “Why are you all dressed?” I ask in a voice I hardly recognize as my own. I’m so naked.
Beck releases my breast to slide a hand up to my jaw. He cups it, tipping my head back so I meet his gaze, and then his lips descend on mine.
My heart rate picks up at the kiss that starts out tender and then quickly evolves into something far more passionate. His tongue slides along the seam of my lips, demanding entrance. I open for him, needing what he’s offering.
He tastes of peppermint, and when his tongue tangles with mine, I moan. I’ve never been kissed before, but I already know Beck is an expert. Confident as always. Taking. Giving. Devouring.
I squirm, trying to turn more fully toward him,
but I come up short when the pressure increases on my thighs and two hands grasp my wrists. I’ve let go of Beck’s belt loops. Apparently, this isn’t acceptable.
Beck continues to grip my chin, but his free hand trails down my belly and skims over the top edge of my panties.
Oh, God. There are no words to describe the multitude of sensations rushing through me. I’m aware of so many parts of my body at once, but most of my attention is on the best kiss I’ve ever had. His lips are soft, but demanding. When he gently sucks my tongue into his mouth, my sex pulses. I will Levi or Julius to touch me more intimately, but neither of them moves.
By the time Beck eases back and releases my lips, I’m putty. He holds my gaze while he speaks. “Take off her panties.”
I flinch, and a second later, my thighs are released as Beck drops his knees. Levi and Julius pull my legs back together and draw the lace over my hips and down my legs while Beck never releases my jaw or my gaze. “Take another breath,” he demands.
I draw in air slowly.
He strokes my jaw. “Atta girl.”
Levi and Julius once again open my thighs, placing them over the tops of Beck’s, who lifts his knees, trapping me as before. Only this time I’m fully exposed. No lace to act as a barrier to their gazes.
Someone’s palm flattens on my entire sex, making me jump.
“Eyes on mine, angel,” Beck commands.
“She’s so pure. I doubt she’s ever shaved this hair,” Levi announces as he gives my pubic hair a little tug.
I’m mortified by his comment, wishing I had gotten that wax Sabine suggested or even used a razor today.
“What color is it?” Beck asks without looking.
“Brown. Lighter than her head though,” Julius informs him.
I close my eyes. Could they please stop talking about my damn pubic hair? Could they please stop talking altogether?
“Eyes, angel.”
I open them again, blinking.
Fingers thread in the soft curls and tug. “We’re going to have to draw straws to decide who gets to shave her.”
Beck smiles but doesn’t respond.
I suck in a sharp breath. Shave me? Oh God, no. They can’t be serious.
Beck strokes my neck with his pinky. “It’ll take all three of us. She’s so squirmy we’ll have to hold her down.”
Levi groans. “God, I’m going to love training her not to move.”
My heated face grows hotter. They’re trying to get a rise out of me, and it’s working. So many thoughts run through my head, the idea of how they might teach me to remain still at the forefront currently.
“We’ll leave that one to you,” Julius jokes. “Beck will be busy breaking her of the lip-biting habit.”
“What will you start with?” Beck asks of Julius, gaze still locked on mine. His eyes are warm and caring, soaking me in.
“Mmm. Maybe I’ll start with some domestic training. I’d love to sit back and watch her cook in nothing but a frilly white apron.”
I know this banter is intentional. They either think they’ll relax me or make me squirm. But Julius’s flippant comment distracts me. I clear my throat, needing to clear the air at the same time. “I can’t cook, Sir. You would not want to eat anything that came from me,” I murmur.
Beck grins. Julius laughs. “Even better.” It’s his hand that slides closer to my core as he leans in and kisses my inner thigh. “Speaking of eating…” he murmurs as his lips trail closer to my center.
I struggle futilely to close my thighs, but Levi and Julius must have anticipated my reaction because they hold me tighter. I can’t breathe. Julius’s mouth is now nibbling along the edge of my labia. I hear him inhale deeply and then hum.
God. How mortifying. I’m not sure I can do this. It’s too much. I know intellectually men go down on women like this, but I’ve never considered it would happen to me.
“Shh shh shh… Baby, stop fighting it,” Beck soothes. “We’re going to make you feel so good.”
“But…” I try to jerk my sex farther away from Julius, but then I gasp when his hand comes down and he uses his fingers to spread my labia wide open. The air in the room hits my wet core.
I don’t know how many damn fingers he has, but one of them trails through the folds, dragging my wetness upward. Or maybe Levi has added his hand to the torment.
The ball in my stomach tightens. I’m going to unravel and explode. I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not. Maybe it is. Maybe after I detonate, the pulsing need will subside. I’m beginning to understand what women must be talking about when they speak of orgasms.
“Keep your eyes on mine,” Beck reminds me.
I swallow, pulling my lips together.
“And don’t you dare bite that lip,” he warns, one brow lifting. “From this moment forward, I will spank your sweet bottom at the end of every day as many times as I caught you biting into your lip. Understood?”
My lips part. He wants an answer. I can’t figure out how to speak for several seconds because I’m hung up on the idea of him spanking me. Finally, I manage a soft, “Yes, Sir.” I should be horrified, but instead part of me wants to test this theory by defiantly tucking my lip into my mouth right now. I don’t, but I want to know what it feels like to be spanked. I watched Katarina do it, and she came hard afterward. It’s irrational, but I saw it.
Julius’s lips move toward my clitoris. He reverently kisses me there several times, still holding my labia apart while someone gently trails a finger across my opening.
I don’t move. I want that finger inside me like I’ve never wanted anything before. But that’s not what I get. Instead I get two fingers pushing against the top of my mound, and I realize my clitoris is now exposed. When Julius flicks his tongue over the swollen nub, I whimper.
Beck continues to hold my face, his expression one of understanding and awe. My vision is blurring though.
Julius presses his lips more firmly against my sex, and then he gently sucks.
I cry out, balling my hands into fists. No one is holding them down any longer, but my arms are trapped at my sides by so many bodies and limbs.
Another suck makes my eyes roll back.
“That’s a girl,” Beck croons. “Let it go, angel. Don’t fight it.”
I don’t even know for sure what it is I’m not fighting, but I want to know.
The finger between my folds is trailing maddeningly around my opening without pressing inside. Isn’t penetration what it’s all about? Why are they waiting? I crave the pressure.
Julius sucks again, harder this time, adding his tongue, which flicks over my clitoris over and over rapidly. His lips are sealed around the little nub that has far more nerve endings than I could have imagined. It seems all my blood has rushed to that tiny bundle.
Beck is stroking my cheek with his fingers, his lips kissing my face all over. He doesn’t take my mouth, but I’m not sure I could respond right now anyway. My concentration is devoted to Julius’s tongue and the way he’s driving me closer and closer to the edge of God only knows what.
I moan when lips circle my nipple and suck the swollen tip hard. Levi…
Julius flattens his tongue on my most sensitive body part and laves it roughly.
I shudder.
He does it again. And then he sucks, licks, and tastes. When he moans, the vibrations from his throat drive me higher.
“Sir…” I groan. I don’t know what I’m asking for or from whom. Just… please.
When Levi sinks his teeth gently into my nipple, I stop breathing.
Julius sucks hard the second my body stiffens.
“So gorgeous, angel,” Beck reassures me, his voice filled with amazement as if he’s never seen a woman as wanton as me before. The reverence in his tone calms me. Making my body hum is pleasing him.
Levi’s finger circles my opening over and over again, teasing, tempting.
And then I’m climbing higher with every passing second, all the sensation slam
ming into me at once. Suddenly, I’m right there at the edge of a cliff. I can’t see over it, but I know I’m going to fall, and it’s going to be amazing while I float back to earth.
The next time Julius flattens his tongue with firm pressure against my clit, I detonate. A loud moan fills the otherwise silent room. It’s coming from me as my clitoris draws up tight and then pulses out my release. Wave after wave of pure bliss leaves my body through that tiny bundle of nerves.
I’m gasping for air when it finally subsides, my limbs limp, my eyes still glazed over.
Julius eases off the sensitive spot, kissing around my pubic bone.
Beck loosens the grip on my chin. His smile is wide. He kisses the tip of my nose. “Sensational. Welcome to a whole new world.”
Chapter 26
Master Beck
I’ve never been this shaken up. No woman has ever had me in the kind of knots Abby has twisted inside me. Thank God I’m wearing clothes. If I were naked right now, it would be far more difficult to avoid climbing over her and sliding into her.
I’m losing my mind. How often do I or any of us take a woman missionary style? Close to never.
I’m holding her close to my chest as I ease my knees down and closer together. Her legs remain spread open, but not stretched as far. She’s boneless. Even her head lolls against my shoulder. Her eyes are closed. Her mouth is turned up in a blissful smile.
There’s nothing better in the world. I hope she hasn’t noticed the huge boner stabbing into her back because we’re not going there right now.
I glance subtly at the camera, hoping I managed to shoot this scene remotely without capturing her face. As much as I would love to have had her face more than her pussy, I don’t want to violate her trust by inadvertently breaking my word on day one, shoot one. Next time I will blindfold her so that I won’t have to worry about the position of her head. The number of things this woman does with her lips and mouth alone would make any man hard.
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