Page 58 of Foolish Games

“I have.”

“Show me,” Sebastian says, and he leans down, lazily running his tongue through my slit.

I gasp, a shudder wracking my whole body this time as heat floods my center. My gaze flies around wildly, landing on each of the three men holding me. They all stare down, transfixed, while Sebastian licks me. No one is so much as breathing. I can hear the wet sounds of his tongue against my flesh, and arousal pools between my folds. He moans and grabs my hips, his mouth latching onto me.

I yelp in surprise, and he chuckles against me, the sensation vibrating into me from his hot mouth.

“Sebastian,” I cry. “Stop.”

“Mmm, look at me,” he says, lifting his head just enough to meet my eyes. He holds my gaze while he eases a finger into me. My body quakes, and he lowers his mouth again, his eyes on mine while he fucks me with his mouth and his finger. I watch him eating me out, a challenge in his eyes, like he’s waiting for me to break. For a moment, it’s just us, the sizzle of connection between us as we’re locked in a battle of wills.

I will not let him humiliate me in this final, unforgiveable way.

“Stop,” I pant as his tongue slowly drags over my clit.

“Let go,” he says again. “I dare you, Little Miss Perfect. Be as bad as me.”

I try to hold back, but when I see the others watching with such hunger again, my clit throbs hard and fast. They don’t think I have anything to be ashamed of. All three of them look like they’d fuck me without a second’s hesitation. Tony unzips, reaching into his pants and jerking himself while he watches.

Billy’s rough fingers stroke my wrists. “I got you,” he says, his tone disturbingly comforting. “Just relax, baby girl. Give him that sweet cunt.”

Something about the hunger in their eyes, the way they’re all watching like I’m the sexiest, most desirable woman they’ve even seen, makes me hotter than I’ve ever been in my life.

Sebastian gives my clit a little tug with his lips and then raises his head again. “Give me what I want.”

“What?” I gasp.

“Say it,” he says. “Tell me how you want it.”

“I don’t,” I say between panting breaths.

He pulses his finger inside me. “Either you tell me, or I’ll have to guess. Do you like it in your ass instead?”

“No,” I say, squirming again.

“Then where do you want me?”

“My pussy,” I blurt, dropping my head back on the hood of the car.

“It’s my pussy,” he growls, slamming his mouth to my pussy again. He grinds the flat of his tongue against my sensitive bud, shoving his finger deep inside me again. Then he starts eating me in earnest, like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, like I’m his last meal on earth. He sucks and thrusts and moans, getting rougher as he continues.

Suddenly, I see that two strangers have joined us, and my arousal peaks. I cry out involuntarily, my thighs opening as pleasure pushes me higher. I want to be angry, to resist, but as Sebastian’s hot tongue strokes in a slow, rhythmic pace against my wet center, replacing the cold air each time it hits my clit, I can’t help myself. His mouth takes me and makes me his, controlling my responses against my will, until I can’t remember why I didn’t want it. It feels so good I think I’m going to explode if he doesn’t stop or die if he does.

Just as I think I’m about to lose control entirely and scream at how good it feels, he sits back on his heel. I suck in a shuddering breath when he works a second finger in, stretching me wider.

“Look how good she’s doing,” he murmurs, gliding his fingers in and out a few times, the slick sounds filling the silence as clouds of breath rise from our circle. “This sweet little pussy is making a mess all over her fancy car for me.”

Lexi and the other two have joined us too, watching over his shoulder, but I can’t muster any self-consciousness. All I want is for his mouth to finish the job it started.

“Do it,” I gasp out, quaking against the cold steel.

With a chuckle, he winds his fingers against my walls, then leans in, lapping and sucking up my wetness. My hips buck involuntarily as he sucks gently at my clit. I close my eyes and give myself completely, lifting my hips and buzzing with the knowledge that so many people are seeing this, seeing him get the better of me. I don’t care. I’m the one getting off from it.

He teases me with his tongue, slowly pulsing his fingers inside me at the same time.

“Harder,” I cry, nearly sobbing with pleasure as I shove my pussy into his face, trying to find the relief I need.

“Look at my sweet little Princess, such a good girl begging to be wrecked by a bad boy,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my flushed center. “Tell me what you want me to do now.”

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