“Do you want that?” He questions, leaning in to press a kiss over my throbbing pulse. Pressing down on his cock I swivel my hips, the pleasure that zings through me is indescribable.
“Yes.” I reply hoarsely feeling only a little timid when he pulls away and grabs the hem of the T-shirt I’m wearing, pulling it up and over my head. The shirt falls to the mattress beside us, and suddenly I’m sitting in his lap, my breasts exposed, and my cheeks feeling fifty shades of red. Instinctively, I lift my hands to cover my breasts but Sullivan isn’t having it, he shakes his head, and grabs onto my wrists, bringing my hands back to his shoulders.
“You’re beautiful, and you shouldn’t hide that beauty.”
He just called me beautiful. I soak in the words and sink my teeth into my bottom lip when he leans forward and sucks one of the stiff nipples into his mouth. His eyes drift closed, and he moans around the tip, the sound pulsing through me.
My pussy clenches around nothing but air, and I wish so badly that he would alleviate the ache forming there. Pulling away he releases my nipple with a loud pop and moves to give equal attention to the other one.
“You smell like sweet vanilla. You’re intoxicating, and taste like freshly picked strawberries. Fuck, I could kiss you all day, and suck on these pretty pink nipples for hours.” Goodness, his words aren’t helping matters.
I can feel something building deep inside me, it mounts higher and higher as he sucks my nipple, swirling his tongue across the hardened peak while kneading my other breast, his thumb and forefinger rolling the hardened nub gently.
“I’m… that feels good, even better than the massage.”
Pulling away he palms both breasts, his eyes flashing with barely restrained need and in this moment, I want him to snap. I want him to take me, give me the pleasure that I know he can. The pleasure that he’ll give, if I ask.
“I need you…”
“Grind your pussy against my cock. I want to see what you look like when you fall apart.” He croaks, and like a kid being told they can have dessert before dinner I press my pussy against his cock—our thin layer of clothes doing nothing to hide our arousal—taking whatever he will give me.
At first contact I gasp, my pussy throbbing, and heat spreading through my core. Maintaining pressure, I swivel my hips and smile when a deep moan passes his’s lips.
“So pretty, so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, looking up into my eyes, his fingers plucking my nipples with a steady rhythm. I let my body’s reaction to him overtake me, and start humping him, finding the perfect angle that brings me just enough pressure to set me off.
My movements become wild, my hips moving faster and faster, as the pleasure rises higher, and holy hell, I wish there was less fabric between us right now.
“Come for me, Harlow, show me how much you want my cock and maybe next time I’ll give it to you.” The deepness of his voice, and the erotic words set me off, heat pools inside me and then like a firework I explode. My entire being quaking, my pulse pounding in my ears as my pussy clenches over and over again around nothing.
“Fuck…” Sullivan grits out, his fingers digging into my skin.
Sagging forward I fall onto Sullivan, my ear pressing against his chest, the sound of his own ragged heartbeat filling me with warmth.
“It’s been a long time since I came in my fucking boxers, but you, Harlow, hold a power over me that is both frightening and exciting. But believe me, next time I come, it will be inside of you.”
My eyes widen and I gulp, wondering when the next time will be. My stomach is in knots, but the rest of my body is relaxed, a puddle of mush. I pull away, my mouth popping open with a question on my tongue, when the bedroom door opens and Banks walks in. I can’t imagine what he’s thinking as he takes us in, his face is a mask of unshown emotion and before either one of us can say anything he exits the room, closing the door behind him.
I turn back to face Sullivan bashfully and he brushes a few strands of hair from my face. I’m a fucking mess. I just humped one of the guys I’d been taught to hate for the first eighteen years of my life. The same guys who’ve spent countless hours bullying me and making my life miserable. So why does this feel so right, yet so wrong? Having Banks walk in on us, is leaving me with a whirlwind of emotions that I don’t know how to deal with.
“We can’t help it, all three of us want you. The question is, do you want all of us?”