Page 54 of Pretty Lethal
I moan into his mouth as his lips part and his tongue dances with mine in a sensual tango. Adrift on a cloud of carnal desire and undeniable chemistry, the two of us float out to sea, oblivious to Hawk and Wilder’s presence in the room until I feel one of them at my back.
Searing hot lips meet my neck as hands slip beneath my sweater, the skin-on-skin contact utter bliss as the hands begin to wander.
A groan from somewhere to my left has me breaking Kai’s kiss as I turn my head, finding Hawk watching the three of us in pure rapture as his hand squeezes his dick through his pants.
“Watching you claim what’s yours is so fucking hot, Little Sparrow. Tell me, do you want all three of us?”
Kai’s lips set my blood on fire as he courses a path down the column of my neck while Wilder’s hands continue exploring my body, though I only have eyes for Hawk as I rasp, “Yes.”
The feral gleam that flashes in his eyes is positively predatory and sends a gush of wetness seeping into my panties.
Hawk smirks before prowling toward me. Brushing his fingers along my hairline, he praises, “That’s my good girl,” before flicking his gaze to Wilder and Kai. “Let’s take this downstairs.”
“Downstairs?” I question, knowing he means the cinema room yet wondering why he’s choosing there instead of one of the bedrooms. It’s not as though we need to hide anymore.
Hawk simply smirks. “It’s soundproof, remember? We don’t want the neighbors hearing your screams and thinking we’re torturing you, do we?”
I have a full-body shiver at the wicked intentions in his eyes, combined with Wilder’s sensual touch and Kai’s blistering kisses.
A squeal escapes me as Wilder grabs me around the waist and throws me over his shoulder. “Wilder!” I yell as he strides toward the stairs and descends.
His only response is a slap to my ass, which has me biting down on my lower lip to stifle my moan as my pussy clenches around nothing but air, wishing he’d follow it up with something more satisfying.
His shoulders shake with silent laughter, knowing damn well the effect he has on me, and the world upends as he drops me onto the sofa in the cinema room.
His body covers mine, his lips seeking me out in the darkened room until I’m drowning in all things Wilder Clearwater. His cinnamon-spice scent envelops me like a soft blanket on a winter's day, while the press of his muscles, pushing me down into the couch cushions, has me arching against him.
It’s only when I hear Hawk and Kai enter the room sometime later—it could be minutes or hours, time loses all meaning when I’m wrapped up in any one or all of them—that I detach myself from Wilder to find the two of them setting pillows and a duvet on the floor.
Their eyes rake over Wilder and me before Hawk barks, “Take her clothes off.”
Climbing off, Wilder helps me to my feet, and I pull my sweater over my head. I reach behind me to undo the clasp of my bra while he takes off my boots, before finding for the button of my skirt and pulling it, my tights, and panties down.
I can feel the weight of all three of their stares on me as I stand naked before them all. Looking at each of them in turn, they all wear similar expressions of starved men who have been wandering aimlessly through the desert and stumbled upon the most exquisite oasis. I’ve never felt more beautiful, more worthy, more desired, or more loved than I do at this moment. It’s a heady feeling that goes straight to my head and gives me a buzz I could absolutely get used to.
“Sit with her in your lap,” Hawk orders Wilder. “Spread her legs so we can see that pretty, pink pussy glisten just for us.”
God. Juices leak from my core and dampen my thighs at Hawk’s filthy words, and I let Wilder pull me down onto his lap. He’s removed his top and jeans, leaving him in just his boxers, and I can feel every inch of his long, hard dick as it presses against my back.
He maneuvers my legs to the outside of his, and sits with his thighs spread wide, consequently putting my most intimate parts on display for Kai and Hawk to drool over.
“Look how nice and wet that perfect little cunt is,” Hawk groans, massaging his straining cock with the palm of his hand through the fabric of his pants.
I can feel the slick moisture dripping out of me from their heated stares, giving away my desperate need for them to do more than simply look. I need them to touch, to taste, to stroke, to lick, and to fill me up until their names are a chant on my tongue and stars dance before my eyes.
“Find out how fucking good she tastes,” he directs to Kai, who doesn’t hesitate before stepping forward, pulling his t-shirt off as he closes the distance and getting on his knees in front of me.
His large, warm palms slide up my calves and along my legs, and he leans in to trail the tip of his nose along my inner thigh before burying it in my center and sniffing. He groans in absolute pleasure, the entire sight driving me wild as I impatiently wait for him to spear me with his tongue.
When he finally does, I gasp at the intense shot of pleasure, my entire body jumping at the touch as my hips tilt, needy for more. Moan after moan falls from my lips as he licks along my folds, swiping up my essence and humming at the burst of taste on his tongue.
As my body goes up in flames, my head falls back against Wilder’s shoulder. My chest rises in heaving pants as his hands slide along my ribs until he’s cupping my breasts, kneading them, and pulling on my nipples until they become sharp peaks. With my eyes at half-mast, I glance across the room to find Hawk watching us intently with his dick in hand. His gaze roams everywhere, from the rapture on my face to Wilder’s hands playing with my tits, to watch as Kai fucks me into oblivion with his tongue. All the while, he jerks himself off, and the erotica of it all sends me careening toward the edge. “Oh, god,” I moan. “I’m going to come. Don’t stop,” I plead, barely aware of the words spilling from my lips. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
“That’s it, Little Sparrow, come all over Kai’s tongue,” Hawk coaxes. At the sound of his voice, my orgasm explodes violently out of me until I’m grinding my ass against Wilder’s cock and creaming all over Kai’s tongue.
I’m still cresting the waves when I feel Wilder shift beneath me before the tip of his cock nudges at my entrance. I groan as he easily slides inside and begins to fuck me with slow, languid movements.
“Fuck,” he hisses against my neck, his face buried in the crook at my shoulder as he pumps rhythmically. My hand comes up to grasp the back of his head, holding it there as he lazily coaxes my body toward a second release.
