Page 209 of Stick It
“You’ve ruined me in this dress,” Griffin growls into myneck. “All I’ve been able to think about all night is bending you over the nearest flat surface and taking you in it.”
“You and me both,” Finn mutters, nibbling my ear.
They share a look, heat flashing in their eyes, possession, need, before Griffin whisks me over to the sofa. I’m bent over the armrest, my ass in the air as he lifts my dress and kicks my legs apart.
Groans go up from all of them when they discover the strip of red lace I’m wearing underneath.
“Did you wear this just for us, Little Menace?” Jax purrs, fingering the edge of my thong.
“Yes.”
“Such a dirty girl.” His words are a praise that heats my blood. He squeezes my ass before coming to kneel at the edge of the sofa beside me. “You wanted us to fuck you, didn’t you?”
The words are stolen from my lips when Griffin drags the scrap of fabric down my legs, baring me to him. “So wet already,” he coos, his hands gliding over my bare skin. His fingers slip between my slick folds, and I shiver.
With his pants unbuckled, and hair disheveled, like he’s spent all night running his fingers through it to stop himself from reaching for me instead, Finn moves to kneel in front of me. He kisses me slow and deep, and I groan into his mouth as Griffin’s fingers slide inside me. I feel Ethan and Jax’s hands on my skin, the four of them setting me alight.
I gasp into Finn’s mouth when Griffin pushes into me from behind, groans falling from our lips.
“Think you can take more, baby,” Finn asks, his words caked in need and darkness.
“Please.”
Leaning back on his heels, he takes his cock out of his pants. I flick my tongue out, swiping it over the tip and smirking when heshivers at the simple touch. “Fuck, Hellion. I’m not going to last long in that mouth of yours.”
Parting my lips, he slides into my mouth, and I fall into the heady pleasure of the two of them taking me, the feel of Ethan’s hands on my skin, Jax’s encouraging, filthy words in my ears.
The three of us come together in a symphony of moans and grunts and ecstasy. I’m still catching my breath when Ethan hauls me up. My legs are shaking, but he holds me close as Jax steps up to my back. His fingers trail over my skin as he lowers the zipper of my dress.
“While these Neanderthals wanted to fuck you in this, all I’ve wanted is to strip it off you,” he whispers seductively in my ear. He peels the fabric down slowly, reverently, kissing his way down my back until it falls into a puddle at my feet. Then they switch places. Jax takes me into my arms while Ethan falls to his knees at my feet. With care, he unbuckles the straps of my heels, slipping them off my feet one at a time.
“Mmm,” he groans, lifting his head and licking his lips. “I can smell you from here.”
My cheeks pink. Griffin’s cum coats my inner thighs, but Ethan doesn’t seem to care as he pushes my legs apart and buries his face in my apex. I cry out as he swipes his tongue between my folds, flicking it over my sensitive clit. He moans into me.
While Jax’s hands are a vise around my waist, Finn stalks over, his pants still undone and cock already growing hard once more. Bending at the waist, he takes a pert nipple into his mouth, sucking on the flesh until I’m arching into him, my hips bucking against Ethan’s face.
“That’s it, Little Steelhawk,” Griffin encourages, joining us. “Be a good girl and come for Ethan.”
My body reacts on impulse to the command, and I come with a cry. Boneless, Jax collapses onto the sofa, bringing mewith him so I’m straddling him backward. His erect cock prods at my entrance, before he pulls me down with a firm grip on my hips.
I groan as he fills me, the aftershocks of my previous orgasms still skittering through me and heightening every sense.
“Think you can take both of us?” Jax’s voice is strained, his breathing heavy as he fucks into me. I blink my eyes open, finding Ethan standing in front of us, fisting his hard cock. Images of when Griffin and Jax shared me flash before my eyes, and I nod, eager.
“Such a good girl for us,” Ethan praises, leaning forward to tug at my lip with his thumb.
“A filthy dirty girl,” Griffin adds.
Ethan hums his agreement.
“Yeah, but she’s all ours.” Finn flashes a possessive grin, his freckles glinting beneath the lights in the room.
“Damn straight, she is,” Ethan agrees. “Our girl.”
“Ours,” the others repeat.
Jax shifts with me on his lap so we’re sideways on the sofa. “Can’t wait to take this tight little ass of yours, Menace. Been dreaming about it since Griffin had you.”
