“Then I'll never fucking spank you again. Or I'll let Hawk do the spanking.”
I glance at Hawk, and his expression is a stone mask. The only hint of anything is a slightly raised eyebrow, as if he's daring me. “And, um… I wouldn't like that?”
Viking moves in behind me so he can reach around and cup my breasts. His hard cock presses into my back. “Only if we get to watch this time.”
Bear, who's started stroking that huge cock of his with one hand, glances over at Hawk. “Seriously? Why did nobody tell me?”
“Busy,” Hawk says with a snort. Short, to the point, as always.
“In that case,” Snark says to me with a laugh, “let's get you ready.” He slides down onto the bed, then pats his face and wiggles his tongue. “Have a seat.”
I'm convinced. I swing my leg over and straddle him. I haven't even settled all the way down before the tip of his long tongue slides over my sensitive skin. I let out a surprised gasp. “God, I love that tongue.”
“He's fucking spoiling her,” comments Viking as he pulls my hand around to wrap my fingers around him. He pulses in my palm as I stroke him while Snark makes me squirm.
“Have you ever considered a tongue ring?” I ask innocently.
Snark laughs. “Thanks for giving her ideas, Hawk.”
Bear grabs my hair. “Hawk put his ass on the line to save you yesterday, and I think you need to show your appreciation,” he growls. His playful growl, not the angry one, but that doesn't make his grip any weaker. He pulls me forward, leaning me towards Hawk. He's still covered by a thin blanket, but I'm being guided right towards the impressive bulge waiting underneath it.
I wet my lips in anticipation. “He does deserve a reward, doesn't he?”
Hawk's lips quirk into a little grin, and he pulls the blanket aside. He's so fucking hard for me.
“You know, I never asked. Didn't that hurt?” I eye the steel bell coming out the tip of his cock.
“Like fucking fire,” says Hawk, looking completely unbothered by the thought.
“Less talk, more sucking.” Bear pushes me down the last couple of inches.
Right. I'm not even sure how I'll concentrate when Snark is already doing—oh!—yeah, that.
Still, I open to let him in. I explore him, tasting his salty skin, and his excitement as it coats my tongue. Then steel slides over my tongue before going back to smooth skin. I try to tease the points where piercing and flesh meet, thinking that it might be more sensitive. He hisses suddenly and his cock jerks.
Guess it is.
Bear pushes me further, pressing down on the back of my head until Hawk bumps against the back of my throat. I twitch from the contact, my nostrils flaring for air.
“Fuck, her mouth is hot,” hisses Hawk.
“It fucking is,” agrees Bear, then pulls me up, until the head's the only thing in my mouth. I take the opportunity to draw a deep breath, before he pushes me back down.
It turns out I don't mind a man in control, as long as it's the right man. Or men.
Snark slides his tongue right up inside me, then does some sort of magic motion over my clit with his finger, making my breath hitch. I can't even tell how he does it, I just know it feels amazing. I'm on fire and turning liquid at the same time. Shivers and goosebumps as he grips my thighs and pulls me close. Like I'm going to melt all over him. God knows I’m wet enough.
Viking traps my nipples between his fingers, his coarse hands rough against my breasts. He pinches, and they light up like they're struck by lightning. I gasp around Hawk, and the rush of air must tease something, because he moans quietly. We're all interconnected.
I can't sit still. My body's completely out of my control, as my breathing speeds and that tingly heat that signals an impending explosion fills me. Snark tightens his grip so I can’t get away from him. His strong fingers dig into my thighs so hard it hurts, but his tongue on my clit is pure pleasure.
I moan, deep in my throat as everything goes tight. Bracing both hands against the bed, I push off and try to lift my pussy away from Snark's overstimulating tongue, but he's not letting me go. Hawk finally pulls himself from my mouth, and I draw a lusty gasp before releasing it as a scream.
I explode, and there are hands all over me. My breasts, my thighs, my sides, around my throat, and kisses, between my legs, on the top of my head, between my shoulder blades. I'm tumbling through a sea of men, of attention and sexy, sweaty skin. I scream again, then collapse. They catch me together.
“Oh my God,” I whisper as I come to. “You guys are going to kill me.”