Page 51 of Sawyer

“What?” I rasp out, my breath coming out in little bursts. They can’t mean…

“I want to see her come right now.” Sin grabs my face and kisses away my protest. His kiss is different, uncontrolled and almost sloppy compared to Rumor’s, but no less fueled by passion and lust.

A hand dips inside my shirt, popping buttons off so that fingers can grip my nipple through my lace bra. Hot need flares in my core, and I roll my hips into Rumor.

“I think she’s getting off on this little bout of exhibitionism,” Bryn muses. “Aren’t you, Sawyer?” He pinches my nipple, and Sin deepens his kiss, preventing me from answering.

“Should I find out?” Rumor asks, though it isn’t a question he really wants answered.

Deft fingers flip open the button at my waist.

I try to rip my lips away from Sin, but he grabs my head and keeps kissing me, bruising my lips with his intensity.

I know what he’s doing. He’s keeping me from thinking and protesting about where we are. Not that I would even if I could, because this burning need inside me demands release, and it wants it now.

Bryn moves back to pinching and flicking my nipples on the outside of my bra. My hips thrust into Rumor’s, and I quickly become unhinged as they strum my body to the point of no return.

Right here, on the fucking sidewalk.

At least it’s a quiet street.

Rumor slips his fingers inside my pants, and that’s it. I’m gone. There’s no more thinking as his thick, callused fingers roll over my slit. I feel my wetness dampen my panties, and I don’t even care.

“Now,” Bryn whispers in my ear as I whimper. Rumor works his fingers up and down my slit, but he doesn’t apply the right amount of pressure I need to come undone. He’s doing it on purpose, keeping his touch light. “Are you going to run again?”

I mewl into Sin’s mouth, where he swallows the sound.

Rumor slips a finger inside my pussy, holding it there.

“Let’s see how badly you want to come, shall we?” Bryn kisses my earlobe. “You’re going to squeeze Rumor’s finger once for no and twice for yes.”

Is he fucking kidding me right now?

Sin pulls back a little but still kisses me in little nips.

“Are you going to behave?” Bryn asks.

I clench down on Rumor’s finger once. Twice.

“Yes,” Rumor says, and in reward, he pushes the flat of his palm against my clit, giving me that precise pressure I want. “Baby girl, we aren’t done yet.”

“See, you’ve put us all in a little bit of a situation here,” Bryn says. “No one can see you, but we’re vulnerable here, so we are going to have to speed this up.”

I whimper as Rumor adds another finger.

“Are you going to listen to us because we have your best interests at heart?” Bryn inquires.

I squeeze once, then falter, and squeeze again.

“Yes.” Rumor slides in a third finger.

Stars spark behind my eyes, and Sin releases my lips. My head thumps against the brick wall, and I gulp in a much needed breath.

“Sawyer, this isn’t even your punishment,” Bryn tells me. “One more question, and then you can come. Can you hold out for us?”

“Yes.” I hope.

Rumor tsks. “Did I tell you to speak?”

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