Page 97 of Darcy
Dodger and Slate are grinning at me with knowing glances as Arlo starts pressing kisses along the creases at the top of my thighs. In this new position, his fingers have so much more freedom to play. His shoulders pin my legs obscenely wide, keeping me spread as his forefinger presses lightly against my entrance.
When he finally tongues my clit, I have to clamp a hand over my mouth to contain the moan that threatens to slip free. I scoot back, trying to get away before I embarrass myself, but there’s nowhere to go. I’m trapped between the bench and his mouth as he slowly sinks a finger deep inside me and curls it up to rub against my G-spot.
“Eat up,” Slate encourages, gesturing to my pasta. “It would be a shame to let it get cold.”
I can’t even summon the strength to glare at him. My face has gone slack with pleasure as my body hurtles closer and closer to orgasm with every flick of Arlo’s tongue.
“How’s yours, Lo?” Dodger asks.
Arlo leans back just long enough to answer. “Delicious.”
I use the break to snatch up my fork, determined to at least act natural, but the moment he starts licking me again, it clatters noisily against the edge of my bowl.
“Better hurry up, Lo,” Slate murmurs. “It appears our littleangelitais not as good at multitasking as we thought.”
“Play with her ass,” Dodger says, as I pant, caught on the edge of rapture. “That always sends her over the edge.”
Arlo freezes for a second, then grins against my sensitive flesh. “Oh, really?”
The finger in my pussy gives another curling thrust before slipping free, leaving me gasping and empty as it trails farther back to push insistently at my asshole.
“Lemme in, Dark,” he says, between licks.
“We should plug her ass before we go to Prophet’s tomorrow,” Slate suggests as Arlo’s finger slides past the sensitive ring until it’s buried up to his first knuckle. “Tease the shit out of him.”
Dodger’s phone is out before I can shoot down the idea.
“Already ordering one. What colour would you like, baby girl? Pink, purple, or blue.”
I can’t answer him. If I open my mouth, I’m going to whimper, or scream, and then everyone willknowexactly what’s going on.
“Pink.” Slate decides for me as Arlo’s finger sinks deeper at the same time he spears my pussy with his tongue.
I bite my lip, but Dodger slides in closer and frees it, claiming my mouth in a fierce kiss.
“You want to know a secret, baby girl?” he whispers. “Prophet is an ass man. Once he finally falls, he’ll be begging you to let him fuck you back there.”
“Don’t let him,” Slate murmurs, kissing my neck. “Torture him a bit first. He deserves it.”
Arlo pulls his finger back, then pushes a second in beside it. The stretch and burn as he stretches me open makes me gasp, and Dodger uses the opportunity to twine our tongues together.
Slate’s hand comes up to cup my breast through the fabric of my clothes, kneading the flesh until my thighs tense around Arlo’s head.
Together, all three of them push me over the edge. My orgasm makes my hips buck wildly against his mouth, and my ass clenches on his fingers. I grind, thrash, and shake as pleasure courses through my body. The boys keep going, helping me ride the waves until I slump between the three of them, breathing hard.
“Gorgeous,” Arlo praises, withdrawing his hand and sliding smoothly back up into his seat.
I reach for him, but he’s already undoing his fly, freeing his cock from the confines of his leathers. The head is purple and angry, and when I wrap my hand around it, a pearl of pre-cum starts to bead at the tip.
“Up,” Arlo growls, hands clasping my waist and lifting me until I’m straddling him.
I look up in shock, because even with the curtain, surelysomeoneis bound to notice me riding him in the middle of a restaurant, but the look on his face tells me he’s beyond caring as he lowers me down onto his cock.
“Arlo,” I moan his name, and he captures it in his kiss.
“Move on me, Dark,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’m yours. Take me.”
One of his hands falls between us, his thumb angling to rub against my clit as I snap my hips back and forth over him. The wet sounds of us fucking fill the tiny space, and I claim his mouth again to muffle my quiet moans. With his thumb sending fireworks through my body with each thrust, it doesn’t take long for me to tense.
