Page 47 of Pretty Secrets

The bus comes to a stop. He pauses his movements, but keeps pressure on my clit, pressing down as sparks crackle from the source.

Shuffling ensues while I hold my breath, keeping my own hands still. “Just get off the fucking bus,” Leo growls.

“Fuck off, Jarvis,” a voice retorts, one I don’t recognize.

There are more footsteps, and then silence. “She needs a moment,” I hear Alaric call out. Then some more jostling. “What do we have here?” he asks.

“We have a soaking wet woman in our care,” Leo answers. “Is taking care of her needs part of the deal?”

“It is when you got her to this place,” I groan, angling my hips toward him.

It isn’t until I hear Oliver’s voice that I remember he’s here and the declaration he made earlier. My sudden spike of panic is erased in an instant when he responds, “If my girl is turned on, she loves it when someone goes down on her. Makes her so wet.”

“Really?” Leo asks, the tenor in his voice telling me he’s turned on too. He lowers the sweatshirt. “Let’s see you fondle those tits, Astor.”

My shirt pulls up, exposing my thumb while I return to flicking it over my nipple. The cool air gives me another surge of electricity.

Fingers grasp my foot, pulling it around and yanking so that I’m lying on the bus seat. A firm hand places my knee against the seat in front of me. “We have to do this quickly,” Alaric states. “They’ll be waiting.”

I’m surprised he’s not calling this off. The fact that my professor is watching me touch my breasts makes this so much hotter. I yank my shirt higher and arch into my palms, plucking my nipples while waiting for something to happen.

“Who gets the honors?” Oliver asks. I’m assuming he’s still blindfolded, but I really don’t know. I’m just surprised he seems as into this as Leo.

“I say we don’t tell her,” Leo suggests seductively. “Keep your hands on your tits. Play with those perfect mounds and just enjoy.”

A body moves between my legs. I have no concept of who it is other than the seat depressing with the weight of his body as he moves my ankles around his shoulders. His hot mouth pauses at my center. He doesn’t groan. He doesn’t speak. He just laps at my seam, and I cry out.

The tongue retreats, and I hear three distinct groans. My mind whirs with the possibilities. Would Leo lick me like that? Or would he just obliterate me with his tongue in quick thrusts?

Is my professor on his knees for me right now? That’s so wrong, but oh so fucking hot.

Or my best friend? Who knows exactly how to get me off this way.

How did I fucking get here?

Not that I’m complaining.

Someone pinches my thigh, and I gasp as the pain threads up my leg. The tongue currently devouring me moves away. “Relax,” Alaric rasps. “Enjoy this because in a few minutes, you’re going to be tested in ways that you’ll be glad we gave you something else to focus on.”

As soon as the words sound, the tongue is back on my clit, lapping and sucking. I move with him, arching my hips into his mouth, with still no inclination of whose mouth it is.

I try not to guess. I just go with it, reveling in the sensations charging through me and the excitement of one guy’s lips on my pussy while two others watch.

“More,” I demand on a dark groan. I shift to grab onto the hair, but hands stop me, lifting them back to my breasts.

Once more, the mouth rises from my needy flesh. This time, it’s Leo’s dark voice. “Say our names. It’s not just one of us doing this, and you’re so damn turned on you can’t stand it.”

“Got it, Eden?” Oliver prompts. “Say our names.”

Lips latch back onto my heated flash, sucking my clit into his mouth. “Fuck, Alaric,” I pant. “Oliver,” I groan. “Leo…” He spreads my pussy lips, diving forward with renewed interest. A guttural sound comes from the back of his throat, and I rear into his mouth, pinching my nipples to the point of pain.

“Again,” Alaric demands.

I rock into the skilled tongue. Fuck this is all sorts of wrong and so fucking hot. “Leo, yes. More please. Oliver…Alaric…”

His tongue swirls over my clit, moving faster and faster. All mental capabilities float away. My cries heighten when my climax finally hits. I ride it out as my head falls backward. A late scream lodges in my throat, and then threatens to escape when a hand clamps over my mouth. I cup my breasts, my breathing stuttering out of me. My erect nipple brushes across my palm while the greedy mouth stays on me, breathing unsteadily over my cunt.

The body leaves and the hand over my mouth disappears, but I stay where I am, still trying to control my breaths. Agile fingers arrange my clothes, then pull me up by the belt loops. “You should see the look on our faces.”

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