“Ed, would you do the honors?” Radigan slowly tugged her hands down and around to the front.
Her heart beat so hard she could hear it in her skull. One of the men to her left moved toward her. The bald one. His heat and intensity reached her before he did.
He looked hungry.
Radigan pulled her hair over her shoulder, and stared down at her.
Shivers bled into her limbs as she waited for Ed to touch her. Knowing it was coming meant nothing when the warmth of his fingers tucked beneath the top of her dress.
She huffed out a tiny breath when he released the catch on the top of the band, and then, oh so slowly, drew down the tab on the hidden zipper.
Her arms tightened on the fabric as it relaxed around her. Nerves skittered through her and she bit her lip, trying desperately to trap the plea to ask Radigan to make them leave.
“Tell him thank you.”
She moved her tongue along her top teeth before she spoke. “Thank you, Ed.”
“For what?” he asked from behind her as he leaned down, his nose moving along the exposed flesh of her shoulder.
“For undressing me?”
“But you still have clothes on,” he replied with the hint of dry humor.
She smiled, appreciating his wit since she was so nervous. “Yes I do.”
“Relax those arms for us, and I’ll take care of the rest for you.”
His thumbs moved in tiny circles at her waist, settling her, encouraging her to trust him. She looked up at Radigan and he stared back at her, blinking in that sexy way that made her want to pant–and beg.
She relaxed her shoulders and then her arms, allowing her dress to slither down her body with Ed’s help.
“Fuck.” Javier, across the way, spoke for the first time and his cursed addition made her blush.
She’d paid a small fortune for the scraps of lace she now stood in. The only things covering her tingly bits were more adornments than actual cover.
Her bra was a demi cup, strapless, in a deep, rich purple. Her nipples peeked above the lace, hard little nubbins which had rubbed against her dress all night. Each time she moved it was as if a lover was teasing her, taunting her, driving her a bit closer to the edge of her arousal.
The sensitive buds ached for something more as Radigan looked down at her.
He moved his erection against her. Whether it was on purpose or subconscious she didn’t care. He wanted her, needed her he’d said. That was all she cared about.
Ed picked up her feet one at a time and pulled the dress free. His hand grazed the curve of one cheek of her backside as he stood, and he kissed her shoulder. “Very nice, Ms. Blair. Purple is my new favorite color.”
Her matching thong panties separated the cheeks of her rear, highlighting her creamy skin.
He dragged his fingers across her waist as he walked back toward Javier.
She almost wished she still had her heels on, so she could feel the part of the sexy vixen about to be ravished by three sexy men.
Radigan brushed his fingers down her arm, across her waist, back to her ass. He palmed it, squeezing it in his hand.
When a guy had done that before she’d been immediately turned off. But with Radigan? It was different. Everything was different. His appreciation for her made her want to close her eyes and preen beneath his touch. But she didn’t dare. She didn’t want to miss a moment of his attention.
He released her wrists and held her waist with both hands, trapping her hands between them.
“Pinch your nipples. Show me what you like, what you do when you’re alone and no one’s watching you.”
She covered her nipples instead and leaned in close with a tiny smile. “But you are watching me.”
“Even when you don’t think I’m watching, I’m still watching. I see you when you think you’re alone in the corner of a crowded room. You’re all I see.”
He added the last sentence with his eyebrows pulled low in concentration. She wondered if she’d heard him right.
She wondered if he’d meant to say it out loud.
Acacia bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, running her knuckles over the tips of her breasts.
Heat expanded inside her, more than likely turning her skin to a dusty rose, and she knew her nipples would get darker, too.
“Why are you hiding from me?” Radigan whispered next to her ear.
She smiled and tilted her head, feeling shy. “You make me feel hidey.”
A low rumble of a laugh shook his chest and she knew he’d be smiling at her.
“I like that I can make the big and bad Ms. Blair feel shy.”
“It’s different than that.”
His fingertips brushed a piece of hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her ear. She rubbed her nipples with her thumbs then pinched them lightly between two fingers. Arching her back moved her closer to him, and she tried to remember what she was telling him.
“You make me feel brave.” She opened her eyes, and found him staring at her nipples as she worked them like he’d told her to. A slight flush had risen on his cheeks and she ached to kiss him, to hold him, to submit to him. “You make me feel…”
And that was it.
The gist of why she’d avoided him for so long sat amongst those four small words. Before their first encounter and afterward.
He made her feel everything. Nothing with him could simply be go along to get along. It was all emotions and needs and dreams right at the forefront. He brought that out in her without so much as a lift of one of his eyebrows.
She’d tried to stay separate from people because she didn’t want to put her trust in the wrong hands. She didn’t want to take the risk of getting hurt, so she’d never really put herself out there in the first place. Giving her heart to someone was scary. Giving her body to someone, her mind to go along with it, struck fear inside her. It had her entire adult life.
A wet tongue licked across her fingers and nipples, pulling her back to the here and now. “So pretty,” Radigan praised, before tonguing her nipples again. “Arms down to your sides.”
She complied without any hesitation and he popped the front clasp on her bra.
He dropped it at his feet. “Now behind your back.”
The bra didn’t afford her any real coverage, but the perception of it had sure helped. She shivered, though she wasn’t cold, and clasped her arms behind her back.
Radigan cupped one of her tits, pinching the tight tip, as he nibbled on the second one.
She clenched her teeth, keeping her moan in check, and then he pinched harder. A gasp broke the silence in the room and bounced off the high ceilings. It could have echoed back but he bit her other nipple and she squeaked again.
“What did I tell you when we were together the first time?” He blew across her wet nipple, making it harder, while she tried desperately to remember what he’d told her the first time.
“I don’t know, Sir. I can’t think very well right now.”
He palmed the space between her thighs, rolling his fingers over her throbbing clit.
She moaned again, unable to keep any of the sound, nor her lust from him.
“I told you I wanted to hear what I did to you. What you liked.”
He rubbed her entire slit through her panties and she knew his fingers had to be getting wet.
“And what you really liked.” He leaned down and bit her shoulder.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” came out of her mouth. She was unable to stop anything she was feeling.
“That’s my girl. I want every sound. Every word, every come.”
His fingers sped up on her clit, the material scraping across the hyper–sensitive bundle of nerves, and she wanted to beg him for relief.
She’d gotten off many times by her own fingers since they’d been together, but a handful of orgasms didn’t even come close to how amazing it felt to be taken by him. He knew what to do, how much pressure to give her. Or pain.
He stopped for a second and she
opened her eyes to stare at him. Her mouth was open and she panted without the ability to stop.
His eyes pinned her as he slipped his fingers beneath her panties. They slid into her wetness and he took her mouth with his. He licked past her lips as he pushed a couple fingers into the tight sheath of her sex.
She sucked on his tongue as she wanted to suck on his cock, and his fingers moved faster, deeper. The pressure was perfect and her head moved back of its own accord as she came on his fingers. She couldn’t stop it, couldn’t control it. All she could do was let it have her.
“Give it to me. I want it.”
She cried out. “Radigan. God.”
He pumped his fingers inside her, scraping her clit on each pass, and her entire body vibrated with the strength of her orgasm.
He fisted her hair, bringing her mouth to his again and she dug her fingernails into the flesh of her arms to keep from reaching for him.
Fire and ice came together in his kiss, throwing her arousal up to a higher notch as he continued to fill her with his slick digits.
He tore his mouth away, withdrawing his fingers, and shoved her to her knees. His fingers dragged across her clit, which he flicked at the end as she was on the way down.
“I can’t wait. I need in your mouth. Your pussy.”
“Yes Sir.” It was the most natural thing to say.
He tore at his belt and the button and zipper keeping his erection from her. She helped him, both of them frantic to connect, flesh to flesh.
It didn’t take too long for him to pull his cock out. The thick shaft and purple head called to her and she licked his hand, up his exposed shaft, and swirled her tongue around the flared head.
“Suck it. Remind me of what I’ve been missing.”
She swallowed him whole, taking him to the back of her throat on the first bob of her head.
“Fuck.”
She didn’t know who said it, but it wasn’t Radigan. She had her eyes focused right on him. On his face, the way his eyes grew dark, his expression serious as he fisted her hair. He didn’t simply stand there and let her move up and down.
No.
He fucked her face with his cock.
The taste of his pre–cum splashed across her taste buds and she moaned. The sensation must have traveled to him if the clenching of his jaw was any indication.
Her fingers latched onto the sides of his pants. He’d told her to put her hands behind her back, but she had to touch him. She had to.
It had been months since she’d felt this. The connection. The exchange as she gave herself to him and he filled her up in return.
Two more strokes in her mouth and he pulled out, taking two steps away. He stepped just far enough that she was forced to let go of his pants.
She knelt before him, her tits aching and heavy. Her wet panties were still crooked on the lips of her pussy, and she’d never felt more beautiful.
She felt sexy.
Used.
Dirty.
She fucking loved it.
Radigan fisted his cock again, stroking it as he said, “Help her up.” He glanced to the side for a portion of a second and then he was trained on her again. “I want in that pussy. Now.”
Ed and Javier helped her up and she stood on shaky legs.
Javier tugged her panties down as she leaned into Ed.
They held her up. They wouldn’t let her fall. Tears welled in her eyes for reasons she didn’t understand.
Radigan jerked his shirt from his pants, slipping the buttons through their tiny moorings and then shrugged the garment from his shoulders. He toed off his expensive dress shoes, followed quickly by his pants and boxer briefs.
The men beside her stroked her skin, petted her hair, which just served to make her more impatient for the man striding toward her. He’d put on a condom.
That was good.
Made no sense why she was disappointed.
Her disappointment took a back seat to anticipation as he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and they both groaned as her pussy landed on his cock.
“Your pussy’s so hot. Is it for me? Do you want my cock?”
“I haven’t had anyone since you.” Where the admission came from she didn’t know. But it was important for her to tell him there had been no other.
“Why?”
She thought about it for a second, not coming up with any concrete reasoning. She ran her fingers through his hair, as he held her up, and she bit her lip again. “There just hasn’t been.”
Maybe when he was through with her she’d be able to come up with a reason, but that didn’t seem imminent, as he lifted her higher, notching his cock at the entrance to her pussy.
Her mouth fell open as he pushed inside, using her body as the counter–weight to fuck her onto his dick.
He didn’t jab inside and pound away at her. He moved her up and down, incrementally gaining depth inside her body as he infiltrated each of her senses.
The scent of his cologne did funny things to her body. Her nipples peaked again, her skin shivered even though she wasn’t cold. She tugged on his hair, wanting a kiss, but he somehow held her back.
“Ask.”
“Please Sir.”
“Please, what?”
“Please may I have a kiss, Sir?”
“You may.” He glanced over her shoulder and smiled. “Ed, the lady would like a kiss.”
“My pleasure.”
Before Acacia could move a muscle in protest, Ed moved around to her side, grabbed a handful of her hair, moved her head around and took her mouth. He didn’t nibble at her lips, didn’t nip or tease her. No. He kissed her. He kissed her with a passion she’d hardly ever felt from a man. He tilted her head to the side, as Radigan continued to fuck into her.
Her pussy spasmed around his cock and she gripped his hair a bit harder, not knowing what to do with all of the feelings coursing through her body.
A whimper escaped into Ed’s mouth, as Radigan moved one of his hands, rubbing the tiny pucker of her ass.
“Feel good?” Radigan wanted to know.
Ed pulled her head back and she licked her lips, tasting him on her mouth.
She faced Radigan and stared into his eyes. “Yes Sir, so good. You know I like anal.”
“I remembered. I remember how hard you came when I put my fingers up your ass. Or my tongue…”
Acacia moaned as a tongue licked across her asshole.
Her feet moved restlessly as that tongue pushed forward and large hands grabbed her ass cheeks, holding them apart.
Javier.
“Yes, that’s who’s on his knees behind you. Licking you.”
She didn’t know she’d spoken his name out loud and she bit her lip to keep from saying anything else.
Radigan glanced at Ed and then back at her.
Ed slipped his hand between their bodies, finding her clit with perfect accuracy. He rubbed it, sliding in her juices, and kicked her arousal into some kind of speed they hadn’t even named yet.
“Huh, huh,” she panted, and Radigan smiled at her.
“I knew you’d love this.”
His certainty in her, his joy, it pushed her over an edge she didn’t even know she stood next to.
“Can I come, Sir?” Her pussy locked down on his shaft, one stroke away from coming all over his cock. “Please,” she begged, terrified he wouldn’t give her permission because she didn’t think she could stop the inevitable.
He moved her up and down, fucking her onto him in quick jabs. The head of his condom–covered dick hitting that special place inside where nirvana lived.
“Come.”
Four letters. One little word. And it made her the happiest woman alive.
She sucked in a huge breath, her entire body one tight muscle contraction. Three things happened at once. Ed bent down, biting her arm, hard. Javier tucked a finger against her ass, shoving it in, to fuck her in counter strokes to Radigan. And Radigan? His cock swelled inside her as her
pussy locked down on him.
“Come.”
Her body imploded. Her head tipped back on her shoulders as every muscle in her body tightened and she yelled.
She cried out on each stroke of his cock. She said his name, or shouted out her thanks, as wave after wave of release swept through her veins.
Ed’s tongue lapped at her skin, and Javier moved his finger inside her ass as she clamped down on the dual penetration.
Her orgasm grew in intensity when Radigan jerked inside her. His eyes closed as he came. He bucked and she arched into all of the sensations surrounding her body.
She was going to float away if they didn’t hold on to her. Tingles started in her pussy and ass, bubbling up her back until they settled at the top of her head.
“So good,” she mumbled as she lost the battle with her eyelids, which she was trying to keep open.
Ed moved his arm.
Javier slid free of the clasp of her body, and Radigan hugged her close.
She had no clue how her legs were still around him, but she laid her cheek on his shoulder, releasing his hair and holding him close.
He spoke to the two men, something about locking up, and he groaned again as her body spasmed around him.
Feeling aftershocks when his dick was still inside her was the best way to fall asleep.
They moved into one of her guest rooms on the main floor. Someone turned down the covers and Radigan laid her shoulders on the bed.
He pulled free of her core and she sighed, her legs falling open. Modesty apparently hadn’t returned, which she was thankful for as he leaned down and licked her clit a couple times.
Nothing felt better than being licked by a gorgeous man after he’d taken care of her with the help of his guys. Well? Maybe having two more men watching him do it.
He gave her one last lick and stood, then tucked her into bed. “Close your eyes, pretty girl. I’ll be back in a little bit.”
She wanted to wave to them and say something witty but all she could do was smile and roll onto her side.
He was gone for a few minutes and she must have dozed off.
She jumped when he got into bed beside her, but he pulled her closer to his body and covered them up together.
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