Page 72 of Princes of Hollywood

Roarke gives me an encouraging smile. “See? Easy. Have you ever been tied up during sex?”

“No.” I bite my lip, feeling a rush of awareness flow through me.

“Would you be willing to try it?” Roarke’s hands slide around my waist.

With these guys? “Yes.”

“What about being blindfolded? Have you?”

“No.”

“Would you?”

I squirm a little on his lap. “Yes.”

“Outside of us, have you had sexual encounters with more than one person before?” He slides down in the chair and pulls me closer, so I can feel his erection between my legs.

“No,” I breathe out. My pulse quickens.

“We’ll definitely change that, poppet.” His hands guide my hips over him, sending sparks of arousal burning through me as his darkened eyes hold mine.

“Are you open to me fucking your ass?”

My lips part as he rocks his hard cock against my pussy. There are too many layers between us. “Yes, Roarke.”

“Good girl. Hands on my shoulders.” He grins. “Mason? Have anything to add?”

Roarke’s fingers find the button to my shorts. He opens them and his hand goes inside my panties and his fingers thrust up inside me. I shudder at the feel of him inside me, but my body knows what it wants as my hips rock on his hand, chasing that feeling.

“Aiden wants to wait four months before he takes your pussy, mouse, but we’re impatient men.” Mason’s voice sends dark thrills through me as I rock closer and closer to orgasm. “We want to continue to push against your boundaries. Is that something you’re comfortable with?”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper. My fingers curl into Roarke’s hair as his fingers continue to move within me. It’s right there. I can feel the release barreling down on me.

“We want to fuck you, poppet. Only you. Without condoms. Will you let us?” Roarke’s words roll over me like a freight train.

Moaning, I come on his fingers. He strokes me through it while I pull on his hair and ride him as waves keep crashing over me.

When my hips slow, he pulls his fingers out of my pussy and sucks them into his mouth.

“I don’t know which tastes better, poppet. Your cake or your pussy?”

I watch his lips move before leaning in and taking them with mine. His lips part and he takes over the kiss, cradling the back of my head.

Chapter 19

Need Me Right

MASON

Sharing with an exhibitionist might be difficult. Roarke and Greer kiss like none of us are here. Honestly, I was shocked when he was the first to comfort her. That’s not like Roarke.

Roarke has sex with women. He doesn’t comfort them or try to make them smile unless it’s to get into their pants. Granted, he’s gotten into Greer’s pants, but that wasn’t his main objective. He wanted her to tell us the truth.

Her sexual experience may not have been with her permission. It was in her voice and how she closed up before we even asked. I saw my anger reflected on Wyatt’s, Aiden’s, and Roarke’s faces.

She’s twenty-one years old now. She’d been with Chad for almost the last year. That means some of the four before him hadn’t been her choice. How young had she been? Did she ever get therapy or even seek help?

Roarke pulls back from her lips. “Answer me, poppet. Can we forgo condoms if we swear to only be yours?”

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