Page 86 of Light My Fire Three Times
The good girl inside me wants to retreat. But the woman standing here, naked and trembling and alive, tips her chin up and says, “I want… this.”
Jesse curses softly and pulls me back into another kiss, harder this time, his hands roaming. Karl bites at my shoulder, possessive, teasing. And Leo presses his body against me, heat at my back, his hand sliding around my hip as he exhales. He’s finally given in.
It’s dizzying, overwhelming, intoxicating.
Hands.
Everywhere, there are hands.
Jesse’s rough palms cupping my breasts, thumbs circling until I’m gasping into his mouth. Karl’s fingers are gripping my thigh, sliding higher, higher, until I can’t keep from arching intohim. And Leo’s hand has found the small of my back, guiding me against him so I can feel exactly how hard he is.
“Fuck, Liv,” Jesse groans against my lips, grinding me against him. “You’re perfect.”
Karl smirks into my skin, his breath hot on my ear. “Look at her, she likes this. Our sweet little Liv, letting us wreck her.”
His teeth nip my earlobe, and I whimper, shoving against his chest in half-hearted protest.
But he only laughs, low and dark. “See? She does like it.”
Leo murmurs my name like a prayer, and when I turn my head, his mouth crashes into mine.
Different than Jesse. Slower, deeper, a kiss that steals the ground out from under me. My knees buckle, and he catches me, pulling me tight against him while Karl and Jesse refuse to let go.
It’s too much. It’s not enough.
I’m pressed between them, my body theirs to explore, and I can’t tell whose hand is whose anymore, just that every brush makes me burn hotter. Fingers trace over my nipples, down my stomach, skimming the ache between my thighs until I’m shaking.
“Please,” I whisper, shocking myself.
The word is desperate, and it sends all three of them into motion.
Jesse growls something filthy and drops to his knees, his mouth hot against the inside of my thigh. My legs tremble, but Karl holds me upright, one arm locked around my waist, the other tweaking at my nipple until I’m crying out.
And Leo tilts my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes as he kisses me slowly and deeply. He wants me to feel every second, even while Jesse’s tongue finally slides against me and my whole body jolts.
I moan into Leo’s mouth, my hips bucking against Jesse’s face, while Karl mutters against my neck, “Good girl… fuck, you taste so sweet when you beg.”
Good girl.
That’s what they all think I am.
But right now, with Jesse’s tongue inside me, Karl’s teeth marking my skin, and Leo kissing me like I’m salvation itself…
All while they strip themselves down to absolutely nothing.
I don’t want to be good.
I want to be theirs.
All of theirs.
I don’t recognize the sounds coming out of me: breathless whimpers, broken cries, shameless moans.
All because Jesse’s mouth is buried between my thighs, his tongue sliding deep inside me, then dragging up to circle my clit in relentless, wet strokes.
My hips grind down against his face, chasing every flick, every press. He groans against me, hungry and greedy, and the vibration makes me jolt so hard I nearly topple.
Karl doesn’t let me. His big hands grip my breasts, thumbs brushing my nipples until they’re hard and aching, his teeth sinking into the side of my neck.
