Page 34 of Holiday Hostage
I groaned and twisted my hips, searching for firmer contact against his hands.
He chuckled against my spine, the ripple of muscle tightening my core.
“Don’t worry. We’ll take care of you.” Reed raised his head, his dark hair tousled from my fingers. “If you change your mind, tell us to stop.”
“I won’t.” The iron in my voice brought a warm chuckle from all three men.
“I love a decisive woman.” Tarron pinched my chin between his thumb and forefinger and turned my head to face him.
He kissed me long and slow, and Reed lowered his head again.
The feel of all three men touching me at the same time brought a momentary rush of overwhelming sensations.
I relished the attention, the roughness of Maverick’s hands contrasting with my softness, and the scrape of Tarron’s teeth along my jaw before he moved lower.
My head fell back against Maverick’s chest
Tarron was on his knees beside me. I didn’t understand why until Maverick nudged my legs apart and Tarron moved between them.
My knees threatened to give out before he even touched me.
Reed and Maverick were ready, the two of them shoring me up between their bodies as Tarron eased his mouth over me and licked.
Fire raced through my veins, a sudden lack of control dropping me onto Tarron with unashamed pleasure. “Again.”
He blew a hot breath over my clit and twirled his tongue over the sensitive area.
Maverick pulled my ass over his cock, and the roughness of his tactical pants on my bare skin caused my nipples to harden further.
“More.” The pleasure built steadily, and it was all I could do not to ride Tarron’s face.
“We have time.” Reed’s voice had a dark huskiness to it that made me want to fall head over heels. “Your pleasure is our pleasure, Payton.”
I moaned when Tarron dipped a finger into me, his tongue continuing to make slow, tantalizing circles over my clit.
My legs trembled, forcing Maverick to tighten his hold on my waist. “Please.” Shame had no place here. I needed one of them inside me, or I was going to go insane.
Tarron rolled to his feet, and his sudden absence slowed the rushing tide of my orgasm.
I shivered and drew my arms across my stomach.
Reed took a step back and reached for his pants. “What do you want?”
I eyed him, one eyebrow raised. “Do you really have to ask that?”
“Maybe we want to hear you say it.” Maverick kissed the side of my neck, then nibbled on my earlobe. “Do you have any idea how sexy it is when a woman says she wants to feel our cocks?”
He pressed said cock into my ass, rolling his hips so I felt every inch of it through his pants.
Reed’s hands remained on his belt, but he didn’t remove it or his pants.
He’d kicked off his boots at some point, leaving them in a pile with the others in front of the fireplace.
“I want your cock inside me, Maverick. I want Reed’s cock, and I want Tarron’s cock. I want them all.” I reached behind me and tugged on his belt, spinning in his arms and running a hand inside his pants to grasp him.
Fuck he was huge. “Do you want me to tell you how big you are?”
“I know that part.” He bent me over his arm and cupped my mound. “What I want to know is how well you’re going to take me in that delightful pussy of yours.”
