Page 117 of Crushing Clover

“Shut the fuck up,” he said. It wasn’t much of a comeback. I tried to meet his gaze, but he refused to look at my face. “Hold her still. I don’t want her breaking my neck.”

Breaking his neck? He pushed my thighs apart, and I forgot to make it difficult for him.

“See? It’s an act. She’s not reluctant at all.”

I tried to snap my legs closed but it was too late because Saint’s hips were between them. There was a bulge in his gym shorts, and although I wanted to keep fighting, my body wanted what he was packing.

I expected him to whip his cock out and push into me, but he knelt on the floor and inhaled me. Shocked and embarrassed, I tried to push his head away.

“Please don’t.”

“Are you so impatient for my cock that you don’t want me to taste you?”

“I’m sweaty!” I reminded him.

“I’m used to fucking men, and you think I’m going to worry about a little workout sweat?” He arched a brow. “I’ve had far sketchier things in my mouth.”

I bit my lip and watched as he slid lower, his messy hair trailing over one eye, giving him an eviller air than usual. Heslid his tongue over me, and I immediately bucked, horny and nervous and angry. I tugged against Lucky and Rush’s hold, but they grabbed my knees, too, and held me wide for Saint’s convenience.

“You’re right. She doesn’t taste the same.”

His words brought an unexpected, unwelcome twinge of jealousy. Was he still comparing me to fucking Arabella?

That son of a bitch.

It would be kind of romantic—for her—except she didn’t want him. I couldn’t imagine why. With his sparkling personality, and the romantic way he wouldn’t let me up on the furniture until Rush forced him to, he was a real catch.

Determined not to enjoy it, I clung to my anger, but he was too good with his mouth. He kissed me as though he were kissing my mouth, his tongue delving between, brushing my clit hood in gentle, teasing swipes. He was patient, tasting me like a dish he was savoring—teasing until I thrashed against the hands that held me down. Only then did he spread me open, inspecting me, exploring me with a slow and curious tongue.

Closing my eyes, I tried to avoid thinking of how good it felt, but there was no escaping the sensations he was forcing on me. He took my clit between his lips and suckled it until I was sobbing with frustration. My cries filled the home gym with a buzzing sense of desperation, and I found myself digging my heels into the weight bench, trying to push harder against his mouth.

As I’d suspected, they held me still as he pulled away, leaving me wanting, like I knew he fucking would.

“What’s the matter, trouble? Is there something you want to say to me?” He wanted me to beg, but he wouldn’t give me what I needed, even if I did. There was nothing I could do except quietly sob and struggle.

“You’re not being very obedient. Tell me what you want, or else.” He leaned in with deadly accuracy, and slid his tongue over my clit, exactly where I needed him. I tried to protest, but he fastened down on my clit with the most perfect, delicious suction, and brushed his fingers through the liquid approval my body was creating.

“Saint!” I blurted in desperation, even as I tried to stop myself.

“Yes?”

Both Lucky and Rush were touching me now, running their hands over my body, murmuring in appreciation. Rough fingers plucked at my nipples, and I spread my thighs wider for Saint, needing more. I shuddered as the finger he plunged into me imitated the cock I actually wanted—any of the three in the room would do, for fuck’s sake. I wasn’t in the position to be picky. He withdrew his finger, and I whined at the loss, but a moment later it was prodding my bottom hole.

“Nooo! Not again.”

“It’s so adorable that she doesn’t like having her ass played with,” Rush said, his sexy smile mocking.

Even now, it felt rude and strange being touched there, but no amount of bucking or trying to kick him away dissuaded him. I expected him to jam his finger into me, but he dragged it up and down, bumping over the sensitive area, probably enjoying my squeaks and gasps of protest.

“You must have been fucked in the ass before you got to us,” Lucky said, squeezing one of my breasts, as though the feel of it in his hand was one of his favorite things.

“I was, I… It…”

“Are you shy?” Rush asked with a chuckle. There was no point in denying it, seeing as how I could feel the blush burning my face. I nodded tightly.

“But it’s not just that,” Lucky insisted. “How many times have you done it?”

“Before I got to you? Once or twice, depending on how you’re counting.”

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