Page 92 of Web of Lies
“Dude!” Chase shouts with wide unblinking eyes.
Seger captures Chase’s wrist in a tight hold, bringing his fingers to his mouth. Seger moans, sucking my essence off them in one slow, exaggerated suck. My core clenches around nothing. I swear, If Chase’s fingers had been in there, I would have squeezed them right off.
Chase rips his hand away from Seger, slapping the side of his head. “Not cool, asshole.”
Seger smirks, turning his heated gaze to mine, licking his lips like the predator he is. “You taste delicious. Has anyone told you that?” He whispers, teeth sinking into the sensitive spot beneath my ear. I shiver, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“No,” I say in a single breath.
Seger’s lips work down my neck, his hips grinding into my ass. I always thought I wouldn’t be able to enjoy intimacy with my touch sensitivity, but with these guys, it doesn’t seem to bother me. I can’t tell if it’s my attraction to them or if my body naturally trusts them, but it’s a relief to know I can do this. I can do this with two people and a third in the room.
“How come no one came and scooped you up before?” Chase whispers against my lips, pecking at them.
Seger groans against my neck, his breaths picking up. His hips work off mine more and more, desperately seeking the friction. “Fucking hell, I’m going to come in my pants just from this,” Seger whispers against my neck. “I’ve wanted you for too long,” he whispers again, his hand trailing up my stomach. “You’re so fucking amazing. Smart. Beautiful.” He squeezes my breast, running my nipple between his fingers. A sharp cry falls from my lips at the new sensations buzzing under my skin. Seger works my nipple, making my pussy clamp down on nothing.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Chase mutters through kisses, working his lips down the other side of my neck. Seger turns my chin toward him, slamming his mouth down on mine.
Seger demands my mouth, dominating everything, plundering me like an unexplored jewel lying in his hands. Taking. Taking. Taking. But giving so much. Much like he eats food like a savage, he kisses like one too demanding, taking my breath away with every tongue stroke. His hand is squeezing the life out of my tit, kneading it like it has all the answers to life. Shit. Maybe it does? He groans, roaming down south, past the waistband of my leggings. While Chase takes over, caressing my chest, squeezing them, and torturing my sensitive nipples between his fingers.
Heaven. I’m in heaven. I could die sandwiched between these two.
Seger rolls me onto my back, climbing over my body. He hovers just above me, moving a piece of hair from my sweaty forehead. Buzzing encases my body again, like ants crawling over my flesh. But it’s not like before. No anxiety. Just need. Plain and simple, desperate need. For him. For them. Don’t stop touching me.
“Can I taste you?” He whispers, gently kissing my lips. All movement stops between us, and I swear, all I can hear is my heartbeat.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Chase whispers beside me, bringing my eyes to his. But what Chase doesn’t understand is I want to. I want to feel Seger’s tongue between my legs, making me come undone.
“Tell me to fuck off, Kaycee. I swear to you, I will never make you do something you don’t want to.” Seger whispers; the sincerity lingers in his desperate voice.
I lick my lips, cupping Seger’s face with my palms. My cheeks heat, and I want to avert my eyes. “Yes,” I whisper. “But I—no one’s ever done that for me before.” I bite my bottom lip, sinking my teeth in so I don’t lose my nerve.
With Eli, we never made it that far. I hesitate in saying it. These boys could have girls falling at their feet with the snap of their fingers. They’ve probably done this a million times, and here I sit a tiny, inexperienced virgin. My body trembles, and I half expect all three of them to laugh and walk away.
A sly grin takes over Seger’s face. “You hear that, Benoit? You may have gotten the first kiss, but this? I’m about to make her forget all about that. I’m going to burn my name into her pussy, so she never forgets whose tongue is the best.” I swear my pussy clenches even harder at his dirty mouth, and my eyes roll into the back of my head a little at his words.
“Shut up,” Chase grumbles beside me. “But you better take care of our girl. She deserves only the best.”
Our girl. Oh, fuck me. Yes.
Seger doesn’t waste any time getting to work. His scorching lips burn a path down my jaw. Chase lifts my shirt with a look, asking for approval. I nod. Yes, just take my shirt off, but he doesn’t. He lifts it, giving them both access to my chest. Chase twirls one nipple in his mouth, leaving me a panting mess. Seger’s mouth works down my bare stomach, twisting and twirling his tongue on every inch of flesh. They worship me like I’m a goddess to them, treating me with every ounce of respect.
The bed dips again, just as Seger looks up at me. Fire fills his gaze. Lust. Want. Need. His fingers rest at the hem of my leggings, and he rolls them down. Zepp lies beside me, taking my hand in his, squeezing. Adjusting himself, Seger slingshots my panties across the room. I swallow hard, straightening out my erratic breaths. But nothing works. Seger is about to look at my bare pussy and lick it. Over and over. He’s going to taste and fuck me with his tongue. Holy hell, what have I gotten myself into?
“Relax,” Zepp whispers, brushing his lips against my cheek. “He’s going to make you feel so good.”
His warm breaths brush against my cheek just as Seger’s tongue licks up my soaking slit, wiggling his tongue around.
Oh, fuck!
Seger moans, vibrating against my core. Zepp groans against my neck, peppering me with kisses until he reaches my mouth. His tongue dances with mine, slowly. Taking his time, he savors my tongue against his. I cling to him in desperation, pulling his lips tighter against mine.
A desperate cry falls from my lips. My back arches off the bed, heat filling every molecule in my body. Seger is a gift. A mother fucking pussy-licking gift sent from the Gods, chosen to make me come harder than I ever have in my life. Screw using my fingers or that miserable vibrator. I need him twenty-four-seven at my beck and call.
His warm mouth sucks at my clit, alternating between licking and humming. My breaths heave in my chest as a familiar tingle takes over my lower belly, and before I know it, I’m moaning so loud, coming right in his mouth and around the two fingers inside of me.
“Holy shit,” Chase mutters into my neck with heavy breaths.
My eyes squeeze shut, trying to catch my breath and my fucking sanity. How the hell did I get myself into this?
