Page 248 of The Invite
Cupping the undersides, Augustus squeezes and rolls my nipples with his thumbs. I moan, arching my chest for his touch. “Shall I allow them a taste, little prey?”
I shake my head. “Maybe if they had told me the truth sooner, I would’ve.”
“Augustus lied too, sweetness,” taunts Ace.
It’s like I’m talking to a stranger. The Ace I knew till yesterday was respectful and caring. This one is unfriendly, malicious, and filthy-mouthed.
“He did, but he loves me,” I retort, smirking at Ace. “And he can touch me even when I’m mad at him.”
“I own that body, don’t I?”
A bite to my ear draws the answer out of me. “Yes.”
“Show them my pussy,” orders Augustus. “Slide your panties to the side and let them see that tight hole.”
Trailing my hand to my center, I touch my panties and they’re soaked. They have been since the moment I put a knife against Ace’s throat. Both men’s gaze zeroes in between mythighs as I bare my pussy. Their matching eyes turn half-mast at the visible flesh.
“Is she wet?” Augustus asks them, making my cheeks turn pink.
“Drenched,” groans Ace.
“Her pussy looks untouched, Augustus,” says Maverick. “Have you not been fucking it day and night? Do you even fit inside her?”
Oh god!
It’s so wrong how they’re shamelessly talking about me like I’m not even here. It’s degrading yet I love every second of it. My entire body is burning up, begging for someone to soothe the flames.
A hand—Augustus’s—collars my throat, followed by a command. “Put your arms around my neck, pet.”
Once I obey him, he plants his feet on the insides of my thighs and uses it to spread me open wider. The material of my panties stretches, causing a divide between my folds. The friction feels heavenly on my clit.
“Take off her panties.”
Ace eyes me hungrily, crawls forward, and runs his palms up my thighs. I shiver when he reaches near my hip bones, hooks his fingers in the elastic, and drags the fabric down my legs achingly slow with my legs spread. Rather than throwing them away once they’re off, he brings them to his nose and inhales.
My jaw drops at the dirty act.
“Your girl smells divine, Grayson,” he drawls.
“Wait until you taste her.” Choking me lightly, Augustus groans, “I ate her hours ago and I’m ravenous for another lick.”
My pussy quivers.
Maverick chuckles with his gaze locked on my core. “Looks like our pretty teacher wants a mouth on her now too.”
“Please,” I beg. Their filthy talk is driving me crazy.
“Come and feel how tight she is, Maverick,” invites Augustus, ignoring me.
His best friend climbs on the bed. His bulky yet ripped frame dips the mattress as he switches position with Ace, who lies down sideways beside us. I blush as our eyes lock. Leaning forward, he lifts the mask an inch to suck one of my toes into his mouth before letting it go with a pop.
Soon I’m distracted and moaning as a thick finger circles my entrance and slowly pushes inside. I clench around it, taking it in to the knuckle.
“Is she always this tight?” sighs Maverick in awe.
I can’t do anything as he presses the pad of his finger against my front wall.
“Always.”
