ChapterEighteen
Beth was a hot, blubbering mess. Her mind was fried. Her thoughts were skewed. She was barely aware of what was up and what was down. And all she could do was feel.
She felt like she was floating, but the touch of cool, crisp cotton beneath her made her realize she’d been maneuvered onto the bed. She relaxed into it, grateful for their comforting support, glad to be off her feet, as she tried to recover her senses.
The hands were there again, touching, stroking, caressing. Careful fingers skimmed her hair and face, the length of her legs, the soft mound of her tummy and heavy swell of her breasts. But none of it deliberately intimate. It soothed and settled, instead, avoiding her carefully waxed pussy and nipples. Gently they helped her to rebalance her shattered senses after her orgasm had decimated her.
She blinked her eyes open and stared at the calming expanse of the plain white ceiling for a moment as she came back to herself.
As the befuddlement wore off, she became aware that Mitch and Jed were snuggled up close on either side of her. Not only that, but a quick glance showed they were both stripped down to their boxers.
Somewhere on the edge of her subconscious she was aware that Sawyer wasn’t with them. Instead, in her hazy peripheral vision, she was aware of him flitting around the room, removing things from drawers, and setting them on top of the cabinet next to the bed.
“That was… Wow!” Her voice was croaky, her throat dry. Sawyer immediately appeared by the side of the bed with a bottle of water in his hand.
“Here,” he said, offering it to her. “Take a few sips of this.”
One of the others helped her lean upwards, just enough that she could do so comfortably. Then she returned the bottle and collapsed back onto the firm mattress.
“So, have you recovered enough for round two?” Mitch asked with a twinkle in his gold-flecked eyes as he grinned at her.
She hadn’t thought it possible, but immediately her body started to perk up again, totally on board with the idea. It was just her sluggish brain that was having trouble keeping up; still far too happy to float in the sultry memory of salacious, beguiling sensations. It was almost embarrassing just how affected she was by a simple climax.
“Sorry,” she apologized. “It’s been a while.”
“You were beautiful,” Jed whispered. “Watching you come so hard and knowing we gave that to you, is its own reward.”
If she hadn’t already been head over heels for these guys, then words like that, along with their selfless consideration would surely have turned her head.
As it was, she already felt like she was in way too deep, which was slightly surreal since this was all so new, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. Not when everything that was going on was so mind blowing. Let’s face it, no one in their right mind was going to worry about stuff like that when all this was happening.
And that was the end of the talk. Mitch and Jed dropped their heads back to her breasts, licking and sucking, tweaking, and twisting, kneading, and nipping, and again that dual sensation of them doing two different things, both at the same time, shorted her circuits.
Experienced fingers slid over her tummy and down her thighs, stroking and teasing; close, but not close enough to where she really needed them. Far sooner than she thought was humanly possible she was writhing and canting her hips, desperately trying to direct them to her neglected core.
The end of the bed dipped, and Mitch and Jed immediately gripped her legs, spreading them wide apart as Sawyer took his place between them.
For a fraction of a second Beth felt obscenely on display but her fleeting embarrassment was swept away as she looked at Sawyer from beneath heavy eyelids. His chest was sculpted, his abs delineated, and he had that sexy V at his hips. And in his hands, he had a bottle of lube.
Beth felt her pulse kick up a notch, but like the well-oiled machine that they were, the other two immediately distracted her by playing with her pussy. One traced her folds and up and down her seam, while the other flicked her pouting nub before pressing down and rotating it with sure, deliberate strokes.
Beth arched into them; her splayed legs held open by one of theirs trapping each calf. Her eyes drooped closed again and when deft fingers dipped into her core, first one, then another, while they continued the assault on her breasts, she barely even acknowledged the third hand until the pressure against her puckered rosette rose up to compete with the other sensations.
Beth sucked in a quiet gasp, but despite all the training she’d done at home, she clenched reflexively. This was different from when she plugged herself.
There was a sharp slap to the tender flesh of her inner thigh, and the swift bite of pain shocked her enough that the demanding digit managed to simultaneously breach her muscled ring. It pressed in and out, lighting up the nerve ending with each stroke. This was different from her self-use of a butt plug too and her breath rushed out of her on a low moan, then lodged in her chest as he added a second finger and began scissoring them to stretch her open.
“Your club information says you’re an anal virgin,” Sawyer said, the timbre of his voice husky with desire. “But your muscles are softening quickly.”
What did he expect? Her muscles didn’t stand a chance under the onslaught of three pairs of hands and two mouths drowning her in so many conflicting sensations.
There was a dark chuckle close to one of her ears and a slap on one of her breasts.
“Impertinent sub,” the voice that didn’t laugh murmured.
Shit! She’d really got to get her wits about her enough to stop speaking her thoughts out loud like that. Especially if it was going to get her into trouble. Not that she objected to this kind of trouble.
“I…” She breathed through the burn as the fingers in her ass pressed deeper inside. “I t-trained myself with butt plugs,” she confessed, her mind whirling as the fingers in her slick pussy pressed deep at the same time, giving Beth her very first taste of double penetration.