Page 26 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

I remind myself to breathe, even as my eyes drift closed with pleasure. I’m trying not to moan too loudly, but I’m not sure it’s working.

He switches nipples, his big hands palming my ass, squeezing me through my jeans. I can feel my pulse pounding through my whole body, my core already agitated with desire. I’m positive that my panties are already soaked through, and we’re not even naked yet.

Teeth scrape my nipple, just barely. More goosebumps, and I gasp. Dalton chuckles, the sound low and raspy in his chest, as he pulls my shirt, sweater, and bra off over my head and tosses them onto the rug in front of the fireplace. I shudder at the sudden cold, but he wraps me in his arms and presses his lips to my neck, his other hand firmly in my hair.

“Don’t tell me you’re cold,” he growls, pulling me against him.

I gasp as I feel the thick, hard length in his pants, and I roll my hips against him without thinking. It’s like my body is already begging for it, especially since getting so close this morning.

Really?My brain whispers.That was with a different guy and everything.

I lock that particular voice away firmly.

“Just a little,” I whisper back. “You’re so warm, though.”

“I bet we can do better,” he says, and next thing I know, I’m on my back again, on the couch. Dalton’s already undoing my pants and pulling them off, along with my panties. I’m exposed all at once, completely naked while he’s still clothed, and he kneels between my legs.

For a long moment, Dalton just looks at me. I swallow hard, starting to get embarrassed, but then he takes one hand and runs it all the way down my torso, from collarbone to mound, in silent awe.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he murmurs.

I don’t answer. How do you answer that question?

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he says, his voice still reverent. “It’s no wonder we all want you.”

Wait.

All?

But then he’s kissing my collarbone, sucking one nipple and then the other into his mouth, pressing his lips against my sternum, my belly button, and without thinking I moan and open my legs wider, his hands pushing my knees apart.

Dalton gives me one long, slow lick, starting at the bottom of my slit and working his way up until the tip of his tongue is teasing my clit, sending a jolt through my body as my fingers and toes curl. He just chuckles, his breath warm against me, and holds me tighter.

The man has an incredible tongue. He licks me long and slow, then short and fast, lapping at me and teasing me until I’m on the edge, then switching so that he’s barely touching me with quick butterfly strokes. I sound like a caged animal, moaning and grunting, so worked up that I’m starting to sweat.

Dalton doesn’t seem to mind atall, just keeps edging me, teasing me until the moment I’m just about to come and then backing off. He’s making me so crazy I think I might lose my mind, licking and sucking at me again and again but never letting me finish.

Then, suddenly, he stops. He pushes himself up and his body’s on top of mine again, and I wrap my legs around him as he kisses me, trying to rock myself against his long, hard bulge, seeking release however I can get it.

“I didn’t finish,” I gasp, against his lips that still taste like me.

I don’t mind it. Honestly, it’s kind of hot.

“You didn’t finishyet,” he says, supremely cocky.

I can’t help myself any longer. I grab his shirt, yank it off, throw it somewhere behind me, and then I’m already scrabbling at the button on his jeans, unzipping him, his hot girth in my palm as I rub him through his boxers.

Dalton shudders. He exhales hard, every muscle in his perfect body tensing over me, so I squeeze down the length of his cock, my legs still around his hips.

He groans, a long, low sound from somewhere deep in his chest and it rumbles through me, setting my nerves on fire. We kiss again, desperately and hungrily, and then he’s kicking off his pants and boxers, pulling me up to my knees, pushing me against the back of the couch, practically tossing me around like a rag doll.

I’m sitting on his lap, straddling him, but he’s got me pinned with my ass in both his hands, his mouth hot on mine. I grab his cock again and stroke him, listening to the sounds he makes as I do, the way his fingers dig into me ever harder with need.

One thumb drifts down, strokes the edges of my slippery lips. There’s a catch in Dalton’s breathing, like he smiles, then he bites my lip and makes me gasp.

“You’re soaking wet,” he says, his voice deep and rough.

“I know,” I gasp, as he strokes me again. His cock is huge in my hand — bigger than the dildo that made me nervous just a week ago — but now I’mexcitedand only a little bit anxious.

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