Page 129 of Holiday Hostage
Our bodies settled together, my fully covered cock straining toward her.
She laughed and hooked her leg over my hip. “Show me how much you love me.”
Tarron and Reed joined us on the bed. They took up a spot on either side of her. Reed kissed her while Tarron focused his attention on her breasts.
I kissed my way down her body, pausing at her navel and swirling my tongue along the dip in her hip before trailing toward the apex of her thighs.
She moaned into Reed’s mouth and fisted a hand in my hair when I dipped my mouth between her legs.
Heaven was here with Payton.
Anywhere with Payton.
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PAYTON
I’d thought they worshipped me before, but this was on a whole new level. I arched into the sensations happening across my entire body.
They knew all my secrets, all the things that drove me crazy, and they put all that knowledge to use as they stroked me everywhere.
We’d been wild in the tub.
This was as opposite as possible.
Every touch was so delicate that I almost didn’t even feel Reed brush his knuckles down my ribs.
Tarron laved my nipple with his tongue, making slow, sensuous strokes that Mav matched between my legs.
He played with my clit and slipped a finger into my pussy. I clenched around the single digit and searched for more.
His laughing breath warmed my skin, and he added a second finger, curling them with every slow thrust until my whole body trembled.
My left hand found Reed’s thigh, and I worked it up and beneath the band of his sweatpants to wrap around his cock.
His quick inhale sent a surge of pride and heat through me.
I stroked him in time with Mav’s thrusts, riding the high of his fingers and tongue.
They took me to the cusp of my orgasm and held me there in a quivering mess of shaking muscles and desperation.
I whimpered in the back of my throat, the pleading evident. It might have made me feel weak with anyone else, but not with them.
They did not abuse their power and helped me climb to greater heights with every teasing touch.
Part torment, part euphoria, it would lead to a mind-altering orgasm.
Reed raised his head and stared down at me, watching my face as Mav added a third finger and gave in to my aggressive thrusts as I pressed my clit harder onto his mouth.
“How do you want us, Payton?”
Reed ran his hands through my hair, his roughened fingertips drawing a delicate shiver from me as I bit my lower lip.
So many ways.
There were a million things I wanted to do to them.
Things I wanted them to do to me. I shook my head. “I don’t want to decide. I want you all to take control.”
