Page 76 of Sanctuary (The Wanderers 1)

Chapter 22

Layla slept for a few hours, easily relaxing between Jay and Gatlin. For weeks she’d napped and slept always in the arms of two of her men, but this was the first time they’d been naked.

She loved that no one made a move to put their shorts back on, and it oddly didn’t bother her that they didn’t hand her anything to wear either. Instead, they had pulled a sheet up over them and snuggled against her body.

She was warm when she awoke, as usual, and pleased to find that both Gatlin and Jay were still asleep. Not surprising. Though she’d slept fitfully the night before on the loveseat, none of her men had slept at all.

The sheet had slipped down to their thighs, and Layla took the opportunity to fully take in the shaft that was pressing against her belly. Jay’s. Gatlin was at her back, his arm wrapped around her waist, his hand resting beneath her breasts.

Even in sleep, Jay’s length was thick and full, and she licked her lips, wanting to know how he would react if she took him into her mouth.

Obviously, she had no experience in this area, but it was time to fix that, and she wanted to be able to give back to all of them, knowing full well she would always receive more than she could possibly give.

Trying not to disturb him, so that she could explore for as long as possible before Jay was aware, she dislodged Gatlin’s arm and slid several inches down the bed.

The door to the bedroom was open, and she was glad. She seriously never wanted a closed door to make anyone feel left out. It would be strange for a while, knowing that three men might often be watching her interactions with their fourth, but considering the way they all looked at her while she paid attention to any one of them, she surmised that they were just as turned on by watching as participating.

Layla leaned her cheek on her palm and lifted her other hand to lightly dance her fingers up and down Jay’s shaft.

She flinched when it twitched and began to enlarge. She didn’t get away with exploring without detection for very long before Gatlin’s hand cupped her breast and Jay’s hand stroked through her hair.

Without a word, she leaned closer and licked the head of Jay’s erection, fascinated by how smooth the skin was. She watched as she stroked her fingers up and down the shaft, feeling powerful as it grew larger by the second.

It was hard to believe it had been inside her. That she’d been stretched that far by not just Jay’s shaft but everyone else’s too.

Gatlin thumbed her nipple, making her breast swell as a sense of restlessness consumed her. She was aware of him rising up from behind her so he could watch as she licked a line all the way up Jay’s erection.

Gatlin’s own shaft was pressing against the small of her back, patiently waiting for its turn to be on the receiving end of her attention. And she would give it to him, gladly.

“Layla…” Jay’s deep voice penetrated the silence.

She wondered if she was doing something wrong and lifted her gaze to his. “Tell me…” She cleared her voice. “Tell me how to make you feel good.”

He smiled at her, his fingers still stroking through her hair. “Everything you do feels good, baby. And we never want you to feel pressured in any way to take us into your mouth, or anywhere else for that matter.”

She swallowed. “I want to. I want this. Please, just… Tell me how.”

Gatlin thumbed her nipple again as he leaned over and kissed her shoulder. “You do whatever feels right, hon.”

Her face heated but she forced herself to ask more questions. “I know I’m inexperienced and a bit naïve, but logic tells me you’d like me to suck your erection into my mouth and swallow your, uh, come.”

Jay groaned, the kind of sound that let her know he was turned on by her words. That and the fact that his shaft jerked in her hand.

“I’m right then,” she announced without looking at his face again. She kept her gaze on his length, dancing her fingers up and down it several more times before she leaned in closer and wrapped her lips around the tip.

The salty, masculine taste of semen was heady and made her feel powerful all over again. She did this to him. He liked it.

His hand tightened in her hair absently as she sucked him in deeper, wondering how far she could go before her gag reflex took over.

His next groan of approval emboldened her further, and she rose up to take him deeper on the next pass, carefully keeping her teeth tucked under her lips as she hollowed out her cheeks.

“Jesus,” Jay muttered. “Layla… Baby…”

“That is so hot,” Gatlin murmured.

When she had reached as far as she could go, she wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft and pumped the remainder in conjunction with her mouth.

It didn’t take a botanist to know she was doing something right. Jay wasn’t the only one affected. He shifted his weight so that he was flat on his back, giving her more room to maneuver. His hand in her hair went stiff with tension. The vibrations of his moans reached her lips.

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