Page 47 of Room One Hundred and Twenty

Going along with their plan, I turn around and take claim of the middle of the table. Laying flat, I hiss as my body makes contact. I don’t have long to relish this strange experience, not when the hiss of the whipped cream is pointed at me.

This is going to be messy.

Hitting my breasts first, Nicolas sprays circles across them. My nipples tingle as he makes sure those get covered. Any area they’d want to taste, the creaming topping hits. When the can sputters and spits, he immediately snatches up a second can.

“Make sure to coat her pussy. I want to lick her clean.” Jake grabs a container of sprinkles and spreads them across the white fluff. Whatever doesn’t hit my body crashes against the surface down below.

Without thinking, my thighs clamp close at the promise of his tongue being anywhere near my growing arousal. Not a moment later, Nicolas is prying them apart.

“We could turn you into a cream puff if you’d like. I bet I could fill you up with an entire can.” Contemplating his options, I hiss as he hits my sex with the cool spray. “You could beourcream puff, Eloise.”

The smell of rich chocolate hits my senses and Jake’s sound chocolate syrup. I don’t know if I want to laugh at these two or beg them to get started.

They’re having far too much fun. The smiles on their lips give them away.

Chocolate hits my throat and then my chin before my lips. Tastes as rich as it smells. A groan manifests in the back of my throat as the sweetness hits my tongue.

“Whoops. Sorry about that.” Jake grins as he sets the bottle down. As if to correct his mistake, he turns my face and leans in. Without warning, his tongue swipes across my chin. Before I can catch up with his movement, he’s licking my lips next before drawing me into a heated kiss.

It’s hard to focus when he’s licking and sucking at my tongue. If he’s trying to erase any trace of chocolate, then he’s failing miserably.

Something hits the floor with athunkand my body jerks when teeth graze one of my nipples. Nic has decided he’s wanted a taste as well.

Closing my eyes, I tilt my chin back as Jake targets my throat next. Cleaning up his mess, the lower he goes, the sooner I lose track of whose tongue is whose. They lap and suck at my skin.

Over and over, I’m hit with a jolt of chills. I’m tingly everywhere and the heat between my thighs is growing to be too much. Whatever cream is on my pussy is only going to melt into a liquid at this rate.

As my body is suddenly tugged toward the edge of the table, my eyes flutter back open.

“I won’t waste an ounce of this cream,” Jake promises as he flattens his hands against my thighs. Peering down, he curses and beckons Nicolas to take in his work. “She’s fucking soaked, man.”

Once they’re both looking, I’m left fighting the urge to squirm. Feeling so exposed, my body arches when Nicolas swipes a finger along my slit before plunging it between his lips.

“You sure I can’t be the one to lick her clean?” Nicolas licks his slick finger.

“I called it first.” Dropping to his knees, Jake groans when he inhales the slick mixture. “This is all mine.”

I don’t have the strength to laugh, not when Jake wastes no time slipping his tongue between my folds. Hardly even brushes my clit, he’s too busy pushing his way past my walls.

Deeper and deeper, he licks. Even though I know for a fact there is nothing inside, Jake acts like I’m stuffed full. When my hips jerk, he presses me flat against the table.

Nicolas stands tall, licking his lips as he takes in the view. Like a form of entertainment, a grin remains.

“Nowthisis a view.” He drags his eyes lower, watching Jake lick me clean. After a moment, he curses under his breath when I whimper. Reaching out to grab my hand, he presses my palm against his erection. Harder than rock, heat soaks against my palm. “Look what you’re doing to me, to us, Eloise.”

As if I need to be punished for turning them all on, he plants a hand between my thighs. If I thought Jake’s tongue was tantalizing, Nicolas’ fingers against my clit are far worse.

No matter how much I try to jerk, it doesn’t matter. The grip on my hips is secure.

Crying out, I look to the only man who has yet to touch me. The one who has been watching this entire time,waiting.

“Rhett.” Whining his name, I moan as Jake’s tongue delves deeper. Reaching out for the man, my voice gives out with a croak.

More.More.

I need it. I need them. All three of them.

“About fucking time.” He wastes no time erasing the space between the wall and the table. “You’re a mess, Eloise. You should see yourself. These two are just making it worse.”

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