Chapter Seven
Sunny would have gone to her knees if she could have. She’d have pleaded in her sweetest voice for them to not stop, to keep going, to give her more.
They teased the exposed skin of her stomach, her chest, her thighs, but never went where she really needed them to. They tortured her by avoiding anythinggood.
Connor would stop at the hem of her skirt, Garrison wouldn’t dip lower than her waistband and Trent refused to stroke across her hard and aching nipples.
A click, then Trent helped lower her arms and sit her up. He had unhooked them from the strap and from each other.
She frowned. She’d wanted more, so what were they doing? She’d expected Trent to spread her thighs and press his fingers into her wet and desperate cunt. Even if they were in public, even if she wasn’t sure about that, she’d thought the moment she gave them her permission, they’d pounce.
“Don’t look so worried,” Garrison said as he stood her up. “You said you didn’t like too much public play, which is fine by me. When you come, Fox, that’s for our eyes only.” His voice was lower than usual, and the words ratcheted her need up another level.
Trent undid the last hook of her corset, then caught it before it fell to the ground.
The sudden cold against her nipples was shocking, but so was the fact that she was topless in a club, in full view of other people.
A thin whine left her as she tried to cover herself, but Garrison was quick to grab her wrists and gently bring them behind her, locking them together again.
“Nervous?” Trent asked, amusement in his tone.
“There arepeoplearound,” she whispered.
“Yes, there are, and they can see that you have the prettiest tits in this entire club.” Trent cupped her breast, the sensation all the more erotic with the fact that he was doing it in full view of others.
“I don’t like public.”
Trent leaned down, past her lips, so he could drag his tongue around the edge of her areola, a slow tease while avoiding her actual tip, then pulled back. “You said you didn’t want to be fucked in public. Do you even remember your answers?”
No, she really didn’t… It suddenly came back to her, though, how Trent had asked about being on display, and she hadn’t said no. Her body had heated at the idea of others looking at her. She didn’t want an audience when she was going to come, when she was entirely vulnerable, but as it turned out, some exhibitionism turned her on…
Tanner had never done this sort of thing, had never taken her into public, had never shown her off. He’d hidden her like a thing he owned, always seeming disappointed with her. The fact that these three seemedproudof her felt odd but welcome.
Trent ran his thumb over her nipple, pulling a soft cry from her, before he took her lips in a kiss. He was demanding, rough, and he refused to leave her poor, sensitive breasts alone even then. Instead, he closed his fingers on the points, squeezing, making her cunt pulse with need.
When he broke the kiss, he squeezed her breasts once more. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with these,” he whispered before moving back.
And Sunny was sure she’d die. There was no way a person’s heart could pound this fast, that she could feelthisout of control and survive, right?
There have to be limits to what a body can endure!
Connor walked first, with Garrison behind him and Trent beside her. Trent draped his arm over her shoulders, his hand hanging so he could fondle her breast at will while they walked.
Sunny kept her gaze down, afraid to see anyone, but when they moved through one area, she looked up.
No one laughed at her. No one stared with mockery in their expression, as if she were some freak. A few smiled, kind ones that said they were happy she was enjoying herself. A few others had lust darkening their gaze, and while that would have set her off before, something about Trent’s possessive hand on her breast, the way the cuffs pressed against her wrists, all said the same thing.
I’m safe.
It let her enjoy it, even as it made her uneasy. Maybe that was the truth, though. She’d needed that unease, that edge, to really enjoy something.
They passed the security guard—it was the same man from the previous day—and went to a different private room, this one a few doors farther down than the last.
When Trent pulled away to close the door, she frowned.
Connor let out one of his snorts before setting their bag on a table to the side. “What’s wrong, darlin’?”
“There’s no bed.”