Page 21 of To the Moon and Back

Busy hands tugging at my top, unbuttoning my shorts.

We really are doing this.

My pussy tightened, a heavy sensation pulsing in my clit. I had no idea what Chris and Jed had planned other than it would be hot and sexy and orgasms would be involved.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” Chris said, discarding my bra.

“Small but perfectly formed,” Nial said. He reached behind himself, grasped his t-shirt then dragged it over his head.

I didn’t blame him—the temperature was rising.

The wind direction changed and rain suddenly pelted the window next to me, a barrage of watery bullets rattling the pane.

“I’m so glad we’re tucked up in here,” Jed whispered.

“Me too.” I hooked my hand behind his head, pulled him closer.

“You need us to stop, you just say the word, okay?”

“I won’t.”

“But if you do…promise.”

“Yes, Jed, I promise.” I released a long, low groan.

Chris had taken my right nipple into his warm mouth. His teeth just grazing the end of it, a mixture of discomfort and pleasure that always yanked my chain.

“He’s getting that right for you, eh, sweet cheeks,” Rich said.

“Yes…” I blew out a breath as Jed scooped my other breast up, tugging the nipple between his thumb and finger.

“Nice?” Nial asked.

“Mmm…” I squirmed, the heat between my legs growing.

Chris must have sensed that, because the next thing I knew my small denim shorts were being removed, along with my knickers.

“Nice tat,” Jed said, running his finger over a butterfly on my right hip.

“It was my first.”

“I should examine it more closely.” Chris was on the floor, between my legs and pushing my thighs apart.

I leaned back onto Jed, who had his arms around my waist, as my pussy was bared.

“All those people, thousands of them, wanted you,” Chris said. “But tonight you’re all ours, you belong to us four.”

I bit on my bottom lip, a full body tremble attacking me, and dug my fingers into Jed’s forearms.

Chris ducked and stroked his tongue over my pussy.

I gasped, then sucked in air. This was a dream come true.

Glancing at Rich and Nial, I curled my toes into the carpet.

Nial had shoved at his jeans and was holding his erect cock, working it slowly. He always was a bit of a voyeur. Watching me with Rich turned him on, and this was obviously doing it for him too.

Knowing that gave me another shot of confidence. “More,” I said, running one hand into Chris’s hair. “I need more…please.”

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