Page 14 of The Heiress's First Date

His best friend’s cum slides out of me in an obscene show, and by the look on his face, he sees everything. I try to close my legs, but his hands snap to the inside of my knees, holding me open for his inspection. “Such a pretty mess, Princess.”

“Gabe...” His name is something between a moan and a sigh.

His gaze flicks up to mine, and he looks so pleased with himself. And with me. He shoots Alex a quick look, almost like he’s making sure his best friend is still here, still in this with us.

He slides his palms up the inside of my legs, not tickling me exactly, but I’m ready to come out of my skin. Somehow, he takes me from relaxed and sated to hot and ready. And I don’t think he even tries. He just does. He’s learning how I like to be touched. Heck, he’s learning things about me I’m not sure I knew about myself.

“Just like Alex promised.” His thumbs slide through the slick. “He always keeps his promises; did you know that?”

My heart soars at that. I reach for Alex’s hand and lift it to my lips, kissing the back. What kind of promises would he make me? A girl can dream.

King scoots down the sectional and strolls off, bare feet padding against the wooden floor. But I don’t have time to ask after him, to make sure he’s okay, because Gabe ducks his head and tongues my clit.

My back snaps like a whip, thighs spreading, and every ounce of focus in my body redirects to that single point of connection. Then his hands are on me again, spreading my legs impossibly wider.

“Hold her,” he grunts, and Alex tugs his hand from mine, hooking it around my knee.

“Ohmygod. Gabe!” My hand shoots down, threading through his hair. My hips lift, driving my pussy against his waiting mouth, and he devours me. Long licks swiping through the wet mess. Teasing between my lips, then driving up inside me.

It’s forbidden and glorious, knowing he’s tasting Alex and me. Knowing he’ll take Alex however he can get him.

“Don’t say that like you’re not enjoying yourself.”

I lift my head to gape down at him. He smirks at me and then dives in again, those electric blue eyes not wavering from mine.

How could he even think I’m not enjoying myself? I swear electricity shoots straight from his tongue up my spine and zings around my brain like a pinball. I give his hair a little tug, pulling him even closer. He growls against my clit, and I drop back against the pillows, losing myself to the sensations.

Did I say three minutes?

Make it zero.

Alex’s fingers flex into my thigh before he switches hands. Rolling up onto his elbow, his big body curls around me, offering me that steady support I crave. Does he have to smell so yummy? Would it be weird if I licked him?

“You’re incredible, Katie Bird.” He brushes a kiss over my lips and then whispers, “I love the way you let us love you.”

My heart bounces around in my chest, and my breath whooshes out, unsteady. The L-word on his lips does amazing things to my lust-drunk brain. It’s like a warm bear hug. One that I’ve desperately needed for so long.

Blinking up at him, I try to form words. String together a complete sentence. Something, anything, vaguely coherent. But I fail miserably because they have officially melted my brain.

Kingston returns, sliding on the sofa to my right. He mirrors Alex’s position, clasping my right thigh and tugging it higher. The strength in his hand, in those blunt-tipped fingers, is impossible to ignore. He climbs things for fun, tests his grip strength on the regular, and occasionally does one fingered pull ups.

It’s not enough and at the same time, I’m on overload. I need more of them. To feel Gabe inside me, surrounding me. And King.

“Are you ready for me, Princess? Or do you need a break?”

Thoughtful Gabe Rothburn might be the sexiest of all his many facets.

Do I need a break? Maybe. But I don’t want one, so I shake my head and tug on his hair until he moves over me, shuttling his cock against my pussy.

His handsome face makes my stomach squeeze, and I reach for him, pulling him down into a kiss. His lips are wet and tangy with my release and Alex’s. The combination spikes my need, driving it impossibly higher.

He tilts my hips up, and the tip of his dick notches against me. I exhale, oh so aware of the plug because of this position. I’m achingly full and yet not full enough. It won’t be enough until they’re all filling me to the brim. Surrounding me.

“Do it,” I whisper against his lips.

He pushes forward an inch, just enough to tease me. I bear down, but I’m still so empty.

“You want my cock?”

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