Page 116 of Web of Lies
“Yeah,” Zepp says through a breath. “I think we do.”
“You’re stuck with us now, babe. No running away,” Seger says, sitting down next to Chase and me, locking us all in on the couch together.
“Or you’ll lock me in your basement, right?”
Seger smirks, giving me a small wink in return. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t enjoy being tied up to my bed in the basement while I make you come repeatedly.” I tilt my head, imagining the sensation of them between my legs again, like last time. Mmm—yes—Seger’s tongue diving in between my folds, sucking at my throbbing and needy clit. I squirm in Chase’s lap, making his hands fall to my waist.
“Yes,” I give a breathy moan.
“Oh, yes.” I close my eyes as Chase’s lips fall down my neck, kissing my skin and igniting the need inside of me. My pussy clenches around nothing, and they’ve barely touched me. All the images of what’s coming between the three of us that’s getting me slick with need.
“You’ve had a hard day, Sunshine.” Chase groans into my neck, swirling my hips in a circle on his growing erection.
“Maybe we should distract her?” Seger whispers, coming forward.
“Mmm, a distraction sounds pleasant,” I moan, every word getting lost in the fantasies surging through my mind.
Chase’s hard dick nudges my clit. Even through his jeans, I can feel how rock-hard he is. Fire burns through my veins, lust taking over. I’m not in control of my body anymore. It’s all up to my pent-up hormones that have been on ice for years, ready to explore further. I want them. All of them.
I reach up, taking Seger by the back of the neck, forcing his soft lips onto mine. His tongue slips past my lips, mingling with mine in perfect harmony. I groan into his mouth when Chase’s hand clamps down on my boob—squeezing it, as his other hand directs my hips in circles. Chase’s lips work down my neck, sucking and biting, leaving his mark on my flesh. It’s like a statement for everyone else in the world.
She’s ours. Back off.
“Take this off?” Chase groans against my neck, tugging at the bottom of my shirt. I nod my approval, breaking away from Seger’s lips. I stand, pulling my shirt over my head, turning towards Chase while he sits. His eyes eat me alive, taking in my figure. His fingers brush against my stomach, burning fire against my skin. Goosebumps erupt along my flesh despite the heating inferno blazing inside of me.
The way his eyes follow my every breath, dilating as he takes in my body’s every reaction to them almost makes me come undone. My pussy flutters with every heartbeat, pounding between my legs. It begs for relief. His fingers brush against my ribcage to the top of my breast, dragging them over my simple blue bra. The tip of his finger circles like a shark, rubbing the harsh fabric against my hardened nipple. His breath hitches when my nipples pebble under his touch, and he grabs a handful of my breast again.
“You good?” Seger asks, plastering himself to my backside. His fingers trail up my leg, over my hip, finally stopping to squeeze. I nod, leaning my head against his shoulder. His warm lips linger on my neck, trailing kisses everywhere, sucking and nibbling, leaving little gifts behind on my skin.
“Can we take it off?” Zepp asks through a straining voice, gesturing towards my bra.
Following Chase’s movements, I stare down at the bra holding in my boobs. “Kace,” Zepp growls in a low voice, the evidence of his arousal pushing against his jeans. He palms himself, groaning from the strain of it. His fingers trace against my jaw, running his nose against my cheek. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” He whispers his lips on the opposite side of Seger’s. Their lips work together on my neck. Chase works his mouth against my stomach, tongue flattening against my flesh.
“Seger,” I groan as his teeth sink into my ear lobe.
“Yeah, baby?” He mutters into my ear, his fiery breaths pouring over my flesh.
“Unhook my bra,” I strain to say, as all their movements stop. Three sets of eyes land on me, checking to see if I’m serious.
“Yes, my queen,” he whispers playfully.
The warmth of his fingers curls against my back, unclasping the three clasps that hold the prize they want. Warm fingers take each of the straps down my arms, freeing me from the confines of my stuffy bra. Cool air breezes past, hardening my nipples under their intense stares.
“So beautiful,” Chase says, rubbing a thumb over my hard nipple. His dilated eyes meet mine, my breaths picking up from the friction.
“So perfect.” Zepp drops to his knees at my side, his fingertips brushing against my ribs, working their way up.
His tongue follows up my flesh, sucking my nipple into his mouth, making my pussy pulsate again. Every time they touch my nipples, they send me into a frenzy. My brain wants to shut off from the pleasure soaring through my body. Limbs turn to jelly—my brain is mush. Zepp’s tongue swirls around and around, making moans fall from my throat that I didn’t know were possible.
“Ours,” Seger whispers, taking my other breast into his hand, squeezing it in his palm, swishing a thumb across my nipple.
I groan, reaching behind me, momentarily putting on a brave face. My palm connects with Seger’s hard as steel bulge pulsating in my grip. The deep groan he emits when my hand slides against his dick sends tingles down my spine. Thrusting his hips forward to meet my hand as his cries fill the room. Reaching inside his tight jeans at an awkward angle, my fingers curl around him. His gravelly groans fill the room again, hips forcing him entirely into my hand. His jeans hit the floor, apparently commando.
The sound of zippers and clothes falling to the ground fills the apartment. Zepp and Chase each take their dicks in their hands, stroking their lengths in slow, exaggerated strokes. Up and down, thumbs gliding over their weeping heads, spreading their precome for lubrication. I rub my hand up and down Seger’s enormous length, loving the feel of his velvety skin against mine, throbbing and warm, ready to erupt. He buries his face in my neck in approval, thrusting into my hand. His breaths pick up against my back, blowing warm air against my flesh, biting into me. I cry out with a small moan. With my eyes closed, I take in the euphoric feeling of all the guys surrounding me, touching me, feeling my intimate skin beneath their fingertips.
My trust in them reaches a new level as two fingers slip beneath my leggings and panties, thrusting into me without warning. My pussy stretches, fluttering around the thick fingers. I don’t look to see who is doing it; it feels too good to question it. The fingers glide in and out, their palm grinding into my swollen clit. A torrent of blazing fire bursts through my veins, tingling down my spine. I pick up my speed with Seger, rubbing my thumb against his slit, mimicking what the boys are doing to themselves.
“I never thought a fucking hand job could feel so good.” Seger chokes out in my neck, keeping his hips in sync with my hand thrusts.
