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“Like this?” I’m on my back, but every part of me is supported. There’s even a lumbar cushion near the edge. But it leaves my lower body dangling off the edge.

“Precisely, though you’ll be more comfortable if you place your heels on the edge there, or you can lean them on the bars, there and there,” he says as he points to the metal bars that separate the riders.

In fact, I’m pretty sure there could be up to four riders on this thing. Now that I’m thinking about it…what the hell? I swallow hard. “So this thing…it’s made to have more people on it, right? And people stand around it to touch them?”

“In a way,” Dante says as he approaches. His gaze has gone feral. “But tonight, there’s only you and only us.”

“And it’s not only for touching,” Nico adds as he joins us, pulling his tie apart on his way.

Right. Not only for touching. I knew that. But I’m rambling because I can’t think straight. I’m too aroused. Putting my heels up means fully exposing myself to Sal right now, and the other two once the wheel turns. They’ll see…everything.

Well, they didbuyeverything, so…

I put my heels on the edge of the rotating platform. Thankfully, there’s a spot for me to rest my feet, so it’s not uncomfortable. What is uncomfortable is the way Sal is looking at me.

Not lasciviously. It’s almost as though he’s conflicted, or having too many thoughts at once. He takes a breath. “May I touch you, Tabitha?”

At this point, I’m so turned on that I might die if he doesn’t. I hiss out the word. “Yes.”

His touch is just as careful as before, two strong hands smoothing down the inside of my thighs. Right when he’s about to get there, though, he skims his hands over my belly, resting them at my hips.

For the love of god, man?—

“I need a taste.”

“Yes.”

He moves faster than I expected he could, ducking between my legs before wrapping his arms around my hips to bring me to the edge of the platform. He’s kneeling before me, but there’s no question that he’s in control right now. A shock of pleasure hits when something touches my clit.

His tongue. It has to be his tongue. Fingers don’t move like that.

I inhale hard as my back arches from the shock of it. I’ve touched myself, of course, but this is something else. His tongue is everywhere—up, down, side to side, twirling. I can’t keep up. But then he hits a spot that makes my vision blur.

A voice rasps in my ear, “He loves doing this.”

I blink up to find Nico right there. He’s leaning onto the merry-go-bound to watch closer. I’m losing my composure, and I squeak out, “What do you love?”

He looks perplexed for a moment, but then Sal sucks on me, and my eyes squeeze shut. The pleasure is almost too much, and I can’t breathe right.

Nico growls, “I love a lot of things, but right now, I’d love to see you come, Tabitha. Let me play too?”

I quickly nod, dying for more. At first, he trails a feather over my throat and shoulders, tickling me to distraction. But he quickly changes that out for his fingertips.

His hands are smooth and warm on my skin—first my shoulder, then my collarbone, then finally, my tits. Why does it feel so good to have them held right now? A hot throb aches deep inside of me, and I have never been more ready.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please what?” Dante asks.

“I need… more.”

He smirks. “Give her more, Sal.”

I don’t know what he’s doing—there’s too much sensation. I can’t keep up with it. All I know is that I was teetering a moment ago, and now I’m falling. My whimpers come faster, and I grab Nico, pulling him to my mouth for a kiss. He takes over from there, his hand hooking beneath my jaw to tip me back. His tongue pries my mouth open the way Sal’s does lower.

And then, I’m coming so hard that I might die. A stream of bad language flows out of me and into Nico’s mouth, curses and criesalike. I can’t hold still, but Sal keeps up, following every gyration until I finish bucking. Throb after throb echoes through me, ecstatic pulses.

But it’s not enough. I break Nico’s kiss and pant, “More. Please.”

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