Holding my gaze, he leans in and flicks his tongue over the drop of blood pooling over my warm skin.
Everything after that is a blur. My panties and what is left of my bra don’t hold up against their demands either. The scraps of silk and lace are shredded at our feet.
“Con,” I no more than whimper and I’m in strong arms, with a chest at my back and Bastian replaces Dante from the front.
My eyes drag up his clothed body. I reach for him, slipping my hands beneath the black material of his dress shirt. One button after another pops open and all that glorious muscle I knew he held away from prying eyes comes into view.
With my bare ass in Con’s strong hands, I lean forward and rake my teeth over the hard tips of Bastian’s nipples. His eyes are fierce and burning as they track my movements between one and the other. I sneak a peek and every time our eyes lock, I feel the pull of his energy deep inside me.
Behind me, Con rocks his hips against my backside and I stiffen when the hard length of his cock nudges the seam of my ass. He’s practically inside me.
“Easy,beautiful. Easy,” he soothes in his native language when my panicked eyes meet his.
“I’ve just…”
“Your ass is in need of a good fucking. This sweet pink hole needs a man’s cock filling it while another claims that virgin blood.”
If it were only that simple.
“Please,” I beg. But I don’t know if I am asking for them to give me just that or to let me go so I can run away and hide in the darkness of my past.
I tense but instead of driving into my ass and taking what he wants, Con pushes us into a bedroom and spreads me overtop a waiting Dante. Plains of hard muscle spread out before me. I’m sorry I missed him stripping out of his dress shirt and gray slacks, but the results are stunning.
His thick cock juts upward as he strokes the ready flesh. He must have entered this room from another door while Bastian and Con kept my attention on them.
I wet my lips. “Dante,” I husk.
“Come here, little birdie, and taste me.” My attention drifts down his perfect body.
Pre-cum spills over his fingers and I’m suddenly ravenous for what I shouldn’t want.
I crawl forward on my hands and knees. I lean forward to lick the sticky mess off his knuckles. Salty and sweet. Inside I’m screaming to hit the brakes, but I can’t stop now. Deep down I know I don’t want to. Fear has no place here. I need to focus on that voice and let the other fade into nothing.
If only for tonight. God, please help me.
Beside me, Bastian pulls my hair from my face and neck. He holds it high for me when I open my mouth and take the hard inches his brother offers me into my mouth. I groan around Dante and he’s right there with me only his groan is raspy and masculine. Pre-cum covers my lips and I go to lick it off but I’m stopped short.
“Come here.” A finger draws my chin up and I transfer my attention from Dante to Bastian who takes my mouth in a hard, claiming kiss. In the time it took me to lick Dante’s cock clean, Bastian had stripped, too.
My eyes go wide as we share the taste of his friend on my tongue. Unrelenting fingers sink into my hair and I’m held in place when I try to pull away.
I guess if he doesn’t have a problem with pre-cum, neither do I. I kiss him hard, sucking Bastian’s tongue between my lips. He does the same and together we drink in each other until we can no longer breathe. Between us, Dante continues to stroke himself, watching.
Con comes up on the bed behind me and drags his warm tongue from the base of my spine to the top between my shoulder blades. His breath fans across my cheek as he speaks softly to me.
“Spread yourself over Dante. Let him feel your heat on his cock. But don’t take him yet,krasavitas. Not yet. Let us prepare you first.”
Bastian backs off so Con can ease me over Dante. From our knees to the tips of my breasts our skin glides together. Con guides my knees to either side of Dante’s hips. I shudder at the feeling of his massive girth spearing through my drenched folds.
“Dante,” I whisper with contradicting needs rushing through me. I want him to drive into me, take my virginity already and fuck me so hard I pass out. The expression in his eyes flickers between wanting to deliver on my silent wishes and promising to make it so much better.
“Come here,” he urges and I move higher until his mouth is on mine and his hard length caresses over my throbbing clit. I break away, gasping for air, but stay close enough that our lips are barely separated.
I buck wildly at the jolt of electricity pinging through me. I rock my hips overtop him and immediately gasp as his hot shaft moves through my juices. I do as Con instructs and keep Dante from entering my virgin pussy, but it’s so hard to resist. Every heartbeat sends a pulse of lust arrowing through me.
Three sets of hands caress, feel and erase the nightmares staining my memory. At least for right now. And that is worth everything in the world to me.
My heart runs at top speed unchecked. I’m slowly pushed forward and I brace myself on my hands. My hard nipples drag through the light dusting of hair sprinkled across Dante’s chest and I love it. The scratch of friction is just another assault on my senses.