Page 53 of Penance

“And?” he coos at me teasingly.

His thumb finally flicking my clit and making my thighs clench, attempting to squeeze together.

“And?” I echo in confusion, my head dropping back, knocking against the frosted glass panel.

“Yes,” he hisses in my ear, “and?”

I glance at the devil. Those turquoise eyes stealing my breath away as Kacey sinks another thick, inked finger inside of me, stretching me with a delicious burn. My legs unable to widen further, the leather trousers restricting both our movements.

“Max,” I breathe, just loud enough for my voice to kiss Max’s ear.

His body rolling as his hands fist on the table.

“Max,” I repeat more confidently, making sure he can hear the truth, Kacey smiles against my skin.

“Good girl,” he praises huskily, his nose running up the column of my throat, he breathes me in. “Do you want him to touch you, Sweetheart?” Kacey questions, his voice low enough for only me to hear as he nibbles on my lobe. “His hand on your hand, nothing more unless you want it, you can say no.”

I swallow as Kacey picks up his pace, my pussy sucking on his fingers. Trying and failing to pull him deeper, demanding more,needingit. Praying to the devil himself to let me come. But Kacey is apparently the master of edging because every time his fingers brush against that super sensitive spot inside me he slows. Leaving my body trembling and aching for release.

“What do you say, Sweetheart. Shall we test his sharing capabilities?” he chuckles against my skin.

The vibration thrumming through his teeth, the sound working its way into my very bones. I nod, slowly removing my right hand from his thigh, nervously placing it on the edge of the table. Kacey kisses my cheek, the warmth of his lips against my goosebump covered skin has me shivering. Turning his head to face his boys. His free hand slides onto the back of mine, pressing my palm into the table, guiding us towards Max’s clenched fist. I look up at him through my lashes, my heart hammering in my chest at the fear of his rejection. Kacey’s fingers still pumping into me at an unwavering pace even as he focuses his attention elsewhere. Max looks down at our approaching hands with a frown, my eyes instantly diverting onto Huxley. Our gazes lock, giving me a comforting nod, he winks at me again and I feel the tension easing out of me. Huxley giving me the bravery to, once again look over at Max.

“Hold her hand for me, bro,” Kacey instructs casually.

Kicking my feet further apart with his booted foot, making me gasp. My teeth slam down into my bottom lip as the vibration from his kick runs up my legs. Pulsing in my clit that is so very desperate for attention. Max drops his gaze down to our joint hands. Kacey’s lifting from mine, returning to his pint, swallowing the last drops of amber liquid before he places it back on the wood. The movement so casual as though he’s not knuckle deep inside my pussy beneath the table. Max looks up at me then and although tempted to avert my gaze, I don’t. I hold steadfast. Kacey twirls his fingers inside of me, I pant, an unbidden whine clawing its way up my throat as Kacey’s thumb ghosts across my clit. I stamp my foot in frustration. Huxley chuckles as a look of sheer exasperation takes over my face.

“Please,” I breathlessly heave out the words, my tongue too dry as I try to wet my lips.

“Please what, Darlin’?” Huxley mocks, enjoying my pain far too much.

I’ll remember that when he tries to ram his monstrous dick down my throat later, I might justaccidentlycatch him with my teeth.

“Please, for the love of fuck, someone make mecome,” I groan at being denied.

Toxicity in every syllable as Kacey’s thumbjustmisses my clit again and his fingers draw almost all the way out of me.

A hand slides into mine atop the table, my head snapping up, gaze instantly colliding with Max’s. His fingers finally locking between my own, gripping me like he can’t believe he ever let go. I tremble at the intensity in his gaze. My throat closing as Kacey slams his fingers back inside me so ruthlessly that I come the second he rolls his slick thumb over my clit. My head snaps back, knocking into the glass partition with a thunk. I cry out, Kacey’s free hand slapping over my mouth, my hot breath puffing against his hand. I bite into his palm, my chest heaving with breaths as I come around his fingers. He continues to glide his fingers in and out of me, his thumb lazily stroking my clit as I start to come down.

When I open my eyes, three ravenous beasts stare back at me as though I just put on the best damn show of their lives. Kacey pulls his fingers out of me, removing his hand from my trousers and doing them back up. He looks at Huxley as I look between the two of them, matching mischievous smirks on both their faces. Kacey rests his elbow on the tabletop, his hand glistening with me. My lips pop open, my grip tightening on Max, his thumb smoothing over the back of my hand. My breathing picking back up as I glance around at the other punters whose attention is thankfullynoton us. Kacey leans into me, his lips skimming over mine, a smirk the devil would be proud of on his lickable lips. He leans back slightly, bringing his fingers closer.

“Suck,” he commands.

Without hesitation my mouth opens wider, ready to take his thick fingers into my mouth. But instead, his arm moves across the table. His elbow firmly in place, he reaches across, offering his slick fingers up to the devil. I watch with rapt attention, my juices shimmering like diamonds under the low lights. Kacey’s fingers scissoring in front of his face. Max never takes his eyes from me. My breath stuttered to a stop in my chest, heart thrashing wildly against its boned prison, screaming to tear free. I wait,wewait, seconds feel like hours and my insides churn as I see anger flair in his clear turquoise eyes. Just when I think this is over, he leans forward. Taking Kacey’s thick fingers into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks. He twirls his tongue over them, sucking them hard into the back of his throat and I’m still not breathing. I’m hanging over the edge of a cliff just waiting to plummet. Max pops Kacey’s fingers free, running his tongue across his teeth, smacking his lips lustily as he continues to hold my gaze. An unreadable expression on his swollen lips, his eyes hard to read.

“Delicious,” he rasps, and my lungs suddenly remember how to work.

I choke on air, hot, sticky and humid, tinged with beer and sweat. My lungs squeezing painfully as my heart continues to pound like a wild deer being chased by a wolf. Kacey grips my chin. The predator in him not liking to share my attention too long, he did just make me come, he wants his reward.

Kacey’s lips crash into mine, attacking my mouth with his. Beer and excitement on his tongue. I melt into him, my overwhelmed body flopping against his chest, relying on him to keep me upright. He licks into my mouth, long tangling strokes of his tongue. Worshipping my mouth like it gave him the very air in his lungs and the blood in his veins. I break away from him first, placing a soft kiss against his lips before I lean back in my seat. His hand dropping to my thigh, squeezing possessively.

Max’s hand still clasped in mine, I flex my fingers, smiling as the little girl inside me squeals with happiness. I’m reluctant to let go, but only having one hand makes it difficult to do anything. Deciding on how best to grab a drink. I lean forward, opening my mouth wide, I take hold of a shot glass between my teeth. Throwing my head back quickly, the creamy, sweet, minty flavour burning its way down my throat as I swallow. My tongue darting into the glass, licking out the last drops before I spit it down onto the table. Huxley chuckles, Kacey shakes his head. I grin wide at Max as he gives me more than a frown for once, a little glint in his serious eyes.

“I’m gunna grab a smoke,” Max announces, squeezing my fingers in silent request for release.

Reluctantly I spread my fingers, allowing him to pull free. Feelingsomething, I don’t know what, not sad, just a little depleted?

Having his hand in mine felt like home.

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