Page 41 of Entangled in Them

I felt like I was falling down the rabbit hole. What was I getting myself into? I should tell him he was wrong, and that it wasn’t what I wanted, but I’d be lying to myself. I’d been with plenty of men, but never while they were together as well. I’d had the occasional threesome, but then men had always tag-teamed, waiting for one to be done while the other watched, never actually touching each other, or crossing swords. Maybe I liked the idea that I wouldn’t be the only focus. I wouldn’t be the only one responsible for giving pleasure. Because that was what had always happened in the past. I’d been part of the sex, but only as a giver. The men never cared if I enjoyed what was happening, only that I spread my legs or offered up my ass or mouth for them to fuck. I was a vessel, that was all. But now there were other asses and mouths, all willing to receive.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Dillon asked. “You’re imagining what it would be like with all those bodies fucking. Hands and mouths and sweat and cum.”

I swallowed hard and nodded. There was no point in denying it.

“You’re doing this deliberately,” I said.

“Doing what?”

“Planting the thought in my head. Trying to manipulate me.”

He cocked his head to one side, eyeing me curiously. “And why would I do that?”

“Because I think it’s what you want, too, but you’ll feel better about yourself if I’m the one who instigates things.”

I could tell by the slight curving of one corner of his lips that my observations were spot on.

He reached out, and his fingers touched beneath my chin, and his thumb dragged down over my bottom lip. I opened my mouth, my tongue darting out to connect with his skin. Arousal flared hot inside me, and he saw it, his green eyes lighting up.

I remembered how he looked with no shirt, his lean torso decorated with tattoos, and was suddenly angry with the amount of clothing between us.

“Prove to me that what I just described to you turned you on,” he demanded.

I didn’t understand what he meant. “What? How?”

“Put your hand between your legs and touch yourself again, and then show me how wet your fingers are.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but he pressed his fingers to my lips. “Do it, Rue.”

I groaned but didn’t fight him. I was ready to do just about anything he asked of me, and it wasn’t as though I was doing something he’d never seen before. I slipped my hand down the front of my panties, through the small patch of curls, and over my clit. I was already wet, and I sank my fingers deeper, loving the erotic pleasure of not only touching myself while Dillon’s body was only inches from mine, but doing it because he’d told me to.

Curling my fingers, I slipped them into my channel. My eyelids fluttered, and I pushed my hips forward, wanting more. I reached out with my other hand and placed it over the front of his jeans. He was already hard beneath, and I rubbed him over the top of his clothing, feeling the iron line of his erection. He didn’t tell me to stop, so I kept going, rubbing him harder while I jammed my fingers deeper into my pussy.

“Enough,” he snapped abruptly. “Show me.”

With my hand still covering the front of his jeans, I slipped my digits from my body and lifted them up to show him how they glistened with my juices. He caught my hand and brought it to his mouth. Parting his lips, he snuck out his tongue, before licking off my fingers, one by one.

My thighs trembled, my pussy clenching, needing more.

I moved to pull down his zipper, but he caught my wrist. “No.”

His action surprised me.

“Please, fuck me,” I begged. “I want your cock.”

“No, I can’t.”

I widened my eyes and straightened. “I hope you’re messing with me right now.”

“If I fuck you, I’ll only prove to Kodee and Ryan that they were right.”

“That’s cruel,” I protested. “You’re being a tease.”

“I just wanted to make sure I was right about you.”

“Right about me?”

“About what you wanted. I wasn’t going to test the waters with the others until I knew I wasn’t offering you up when you didn’t want it, too. I mean, after last night, I was fairly sure you did, but I needed to be certain.”

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