Page 58 of Princes of Hollywood

“Go right ahead.” Mason smirks, gesturing to my pussy.

Aiden has been quiet, but I feel his presence more than the others. I want his mouth on me. I want all their mouths on me.

Wyatt steps between my legs again and slides his hand around the back of my neck. Our eyes lock and he waits a moment, like he wants me to acknowledge it’s him that’s going to do this to me.

Leaning in, he takes my mouth. I open beneath him, eager for his touch. His hand cups my breast, and I moan. When he lifts his lips, his eyes are darkened. “Things are a little different. Roarke was stroking his cock while I teased her. But it would be good to know if she needs Roarke as stimuli to make her come.”

“It may be the audience that gets her off.” Aiden’s voice arouses me. “We’ll definitely need to experiment more.”

My lips part as I pant in need with Wyatt hovering over me. He takes my nipple in his hot mouth. This needy noise releases in the back of my throat as I arch into him, pushing more of my breast into his mouth.

He licks and sucks, making those noises fill the room. I can’t even be embarrassed. I’m too turned on. His fingers slide over my clit and he moves his body a little to the side, making me aware that both the other men can see his fingers on my pussy.

When he slips a finger into me, he sucks a little harder.

“Ah, fuck.” My head falls back as desire consumes me.

“So fucking wet, kitten.” He slides a second finger along with his first, pressing them both deep inside me. The slick sound of his fingers thrusting in and out makes me want to hide and glorify in what he’s doing at the same time.

Wyatt kneels between my legs and latches onto my clit with his mouth. I cry out as wave after wave of ecstasy flows over me. My pussy convulses around his finger as I come.

“No Roarke needed.” Mason’s voice sends an aftershock through me, but Wyatt doesn’t let up.

He adds a third finger as his tongue circles my clit. My breath catches as I fall over the edge again, coming in a rush of fluid onto his hand. Slowly, he eases me down and draws his fingers out of me before kissing my pussy.

My breath shudders in and out of my lungs. Fuck, I could get used to that.

Standing, Wyatt kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue, but I don’t shy away from the kiss.

“You did well, kitten,” he says so only I can hear.

When he steps back, he adjusts his cock. “While I went down on her, she watched Roarke stroke himself off, and afterward licked his cum off his hand. Then Roarke showered with her and I dried her off.”

He leans back against the wall, his hard cock pressing against his shorts. My pussy flutters, imagining how thick he’d be inside me.

Mason stands. “May I, mouse?”

I bite my lip, having no idea what he’s asking for. But right now, I’d let him do just about anything to me. I nod, watching his every move as anticipation swells again.

His finger touches my wet pussy, and I exhale sharply.

“Soft and wet. Do you desire us, mouse?”

It’s not even a question. Not to me. These men are attractive, but there’s something deeper that makes me want them all. Maybe it’s that broken piece of me that will never truly be whole. Maybe I’m just searching for something to hold onto for a little while.

“Yes, sir.” I remember the kitchen yesterday. How he wanted me to call him sir.

He circles my clit with his finger before drawing a line with the tip down to my entrance. “Are you considering what we want?”

His finger slides into me, taking my breath away. The temptation to rock against his finger is so fucking hard to resist, but I do. “I don’t know what you want of me.”

“Hmm.” He begins to slide his finger in and out slowly—just the one finger over and over as he watches. “I have a packet of documents for you to look over. I’ve included a separate list. Before we can truly continue this, we need information.”

“What kind of information?” My voice is breathier than normal.

He adds a second finger, making me moan at the stretch. His eyes seem uninterested in what he’s doing to me. If it weren’t for the outline of his hard cock in his pants and the darkening of his light eyes, I might believe he’s indifferent.

“Before we can go forward with a sexual arrangement, we need to know your limits and what you’re comfortable with.”

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