Page 80 of Craving Consequences

“Please ... please...” I grunt into the leather now moist and slick with my sweat and saliva.

Van’s fingers slip free, leaving Lachlan alone to keep me just on the edge. I’m ready to beg, to cry to have him when the flat surface of a tongue sweeps over my opening. The tip nudges and circles. Enters.

“Fuck, she tastes so sweet.” He laps and circles, not stopping even when he goes over Lachlan’s finger and the other man seems unbothered.

“Careful. You’re going to make her cum,” Lachlan warns, grazing my switch. Barely. Featherlight sweeps that aren’t doing anything and yet terrorizing me.

“No, she won’t. She’ll cum when I say, isn’t that right, Everly?”

I remember his threat from the previous night when he made me sit still with his tip inside me. I remember the importance of following the rules if I want to be rewarded.

“Yes,” I croak.

“There. See?” Van says to his friend with smug arrogance. “Our good girl knows better.”

Lachlan hums softly and drags the back of his finger up my slick heat to my opening to join the other man. “How long do you think we should make her wait?”

Horror fills me at the thought of being left like this. “No, please, don’t—”

A sturdy palm comes down on my left cheek just hard enough to knock the remaining wisps of air from my lungs and silence me simultaneously.

“What did we just say, Everly?”

My jaw snaps shut, trapping the tortured whine locked in my throat.

Lachlan clicks his tongue, his disapproval making me shrink. “We haven’t even found our spot yet. We’re not about to let you fall apart against the side of a damn truck.”

Two fingers on two hands push inside me. Move in different tandems. Stretch me in different directions. Making the world spark with an explosion of stars.

“You’ll stay nice and wet for us until we’re ready for you, won’t you, baby?”

I nod obediently. “Yes, sir.”

Lachlan’s finger frees from my opening and glides down to my clit. The firm, deliberate brush steals my senses as the fire coils so close.

“Say it, sweetheart. Say you’ll be a good girl.”

I’m wheezing. Mindless and lost to their authority. “Yes ... yes, I’ll hold it. I’ll be a good girl.”

“Damn right you will,” Van growls, and just like that, their hands are gone.

I’m left panting and struggling, frustrated beyond logic as they help me down onto the board. I can barely stand on my jelly knees as I’m made to face them.

Both grin, dark and twisted, and so hot I expel a fresh flood down the insides of my thighs. They are so beautiful and evil I want to kiss them and hit them simultaneously.

It must have shown on my face. Their smirks only widen the longer I glower at them.

“You’re both mean,” I tell them.

Eyebrows arch and if they had horns, this is when they would be jutting up from the tops of their heads.

“Mean?” Lachlan gasps with feigned outrage. “We already let you cum, remember?”

I try not to let my nose wrinkle at his logic. I don’t have to try for too long when Van kneels at my feet. He gathers up myfallen slippers. Shackles my left ankle in his giant grip and gingerly slips my foot into the first one. Then the other.

“Imagine how good it will feel when we do finally let you,” he murmurs, head lowering, lips skimming my inner calf. Knee. Thigh... “You’ll feel so good on my tongue.”

I bite my lip as the tongue in question slips out and runs up ... up...

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