Laura’s eyes widen, and my father clears his throat, probably to change the subject to avoid an uncomfortable situation. They’re not stupid—they must know the type of debauchery we enjoy.
Kian rises and moves out of the booth so Stella can slide in beside me. He slides in after her, and Ronan follows. My fingers glide on the hem of her dress as I slide it up her legs until my pinky finds her heat. What do we have here? My little Stella had a little too much fun while she disappeared with Ronan.
I smirk, and she shakes her head, pleading with her eyes for me not to do anything.
My father smiles. “So, what did you want to discuss with us?”
I gaze at my father before smirking at Stella. “Why don’t you tell them, Stella?
She jerks as my knuckles graze with her sensitive clit. Her eyes flash with shock, deer caught in the headlights, a sweet pink flush creeping up her pretty round face.
Laura leans in on her elbows. “What’s going on, Stella?”
I purposefully drop some silverware under the table. I grab an empty water glass and work my way down to retrieve it. I grab her thighs and force her legs open, staring at the cum leaking from her pretty pussy. No one said I couldn’t eat dessert before my meal. I could eat Stella’s pussy for the rest of my life and be satiated.
Grabbing her hips, I jolt her upper body lower to gain better access to her cunt.
“Well, we wanted to talk to you two about our—" Stella’s voice shakes as I swipe my tongue on her sensitive clit, “—our, umm, wedding.”
A thud hits the wood table above me. My sweet kitten is trying to hold her bearings with my tongue manipulating her pussy.
“Who are you marrying?” my father asks.
A traditional asshole with no imagination. Who does he think she’s marrying?
I push my tongue in her, moving the cum in and out. There’s something insanely hot about eating her out after Ronan or Kian fucks her. The idea of sucking both her cum and theirs drives me fuckin’ wild. I move my hand to my pants and unzip my fly, releasing my hard cock.
Stella stays silent, her focus on my tongue and not what my father’s asking. I nip at her clit to warn her not to let on what I’m doing under here.
“We-we are getting married. Oh, God. The four of us.”
“Why do you sound like that,” Laura asks.
“I feel a little faint. When’s our food getting here?” Stella asks breathlessly.
Good girl, trying to distract them.
“Good question. I’ll go see what the holdup is,” my father says.
“I’ll come with you.” Laura scampers after my father.
Kian burst out laughing. “Seems like you two got saved.”
I ignore him and push one finger into her cunt while my tongue focuses on her clit.
My hand pumps over my cock vigorously as I moan into her pussy. Fuck, she tastes so good. I don’t know if it’s the mixture of her and Ronan’s cum on my tongue or the idea of our parents catching us, but it’s all too much to bear, and I shoot directly into the glass. She shivers as my tongue moves rapidly against her clit. Her hands grip my head, pushing my face further into her warmth until her legs shake as she rewards me with her cum on my tongue.
Stella’s legs shake as I take one more swipe at her center, moving Ronan’s cum up to her clit.
ChapterSeven
STELLA
Mortificationand adrenaline rush through me as Axel climbs up from under the table. He winks before placing a glass filled with white liquid in front of me. I don’t need to ask him what he wants. Axel gets off on humiliating me, and if I’m being honest, I get off on him doing it. It’s this twisted game we play. I’m sure our games seem the opposite of love to others, but those people don’t have a man who would jump into a burning building or oncoming traffic for them.
I survey the three insanely handsome men beside me who would do anything for me. People can judge all they want about how we live or what we’re into. But they can eat their hearts out because they’ve never felt what I have.
I move to grip the glass, but Axel’s firm hand wraps around my wrist. “Not yet, Rabbit. What would be the fun without a show? Wait until they get back.”