Page 185 of Filthy Lovin Heroes

“Where’s the security room, baby?”

Elle

Looking sexy and pulling off sexy with the walk and talk didn’t come natural to me. Sure, I played a part as a waitress and earned good tips, but I did that for money. With Jace and Cade I didn’t want anything fake between us for my one night with them.

Jace excused himself to find the security room and Cade took up all of my personal space. The heat of his body enveloped mine seconds before I fell into his open, possessive arms. No words. No preamble. Just a I’m here, and this is happening kind of expression on his handsome face.

I loved it. Not sure how they read my mind, but I sure hoped all the clues I laid out for them worked and by all accounts, I think they did. Cade couldn’t take his eyes off my lips.

I didn’t want to talk either. Too many things could be said and promised, and none of us could afford that happening.

I wanted them to use my body. And then tomorrow I would call my mother and accept the job in Miami.

His lips were on mine and his tongue swiping across my lower lip. Strong, rough hands pressed on my shoulders and rubbed the length of my arms. After taking my hands in his, he placed them on his shoulders.

“Keep them there,” he husked warmly.

I moaned when his slid down the baby soft leather bodice pinning my boobs high and sighed when I felt the tug of the zipper start to ease.

“Where’s Jace?”

“Turning off the security cameras. We don’t want any sex tapes making the rounds.”

My lips formed an O.

A second pair of hands settled on my hips, and he pulled me against a hard body. A massive ridge pressed into my ass, and a hungry noise slipped from my throat at the promise.

“We have unfinished business,” he whispered against the shell of my ear.

Power swirled around them like a force of protection and hunger so overwhelming it felt alive. So thick it filled the room and made the hair on my arms rise from the currents rushing through the ample space.

Four hands slid over my skin and teased every inch as Cade exposed my breasts to the cool air. I shuddered and shook in their arms. A little more and the zipper came undone, leaving my plump breasts free to bounce.

“More beautiful every time I see you,” Cade growled, his jaw clenched, eyes burning into mine.

“She tastes like fucking candy from heaven and looks just as sweet.” Jace’s words were murmured in between licks and nibbles across my neck and down my spine. It was like he knew where to stroke the tip of his tongue and tease me with a nip to make me sigh or gasp.

Two thick, very large cocks pulsed hot and hungry against my ass and thigh. They surrounded me.

Jace skimmed warm lips lower and lower until he knelt behind me. His fingers teased over my hips and down the short length of my uniform skirt until he found the edge and slipped a hand beneath.

Cade, reading his friend’s next move, pressed a leg between mine and spread me wide open over the thickness of his thigh. Strong hands yanked my skirt around my waist, and I whimpered as Jace slipped his thumbs into the band of my panties and dragged the soaked scrap of cloth from my body. The sticky, wet silk covering my pouty lips peeled off and the guttural, possessive growl he gave made a fresh wave of girl cum spill from my channel. I blushed hard when Jace helped me slip my feet from them before stuffing them in his pocket. I knew he saw how wet they were, but more than that, I saw the raw hunger in his eyes.

“Let’s get her on her back. I need a taste of this sweet little pussy before I die from need.”

“Good idea.”

In someone’s arms, I moved through the club. I expected to feel the coldness of a table on my back when they spread me out, but all I felt was the warmth of a shirt. I looked and found Jace had peeled away his button-down and spread it out for me.

But honestly, all I could only see every rippling inch of his bare chest. Sports did a body good, and God help me, this man took his job seriously. I held a hand out, and he took it, guiding my fingers to grip his cock. “Show it to me. I want to see you.”

Eyes blazing, Cade slowly unhooked his pants and peeled back the zipper to reveal a huge cock with a fat, swollen head peeking out from the band of his black boxers. Precum dripped from the crown and I couldn't help wanting a taste. I’d never gone down on a man before but with him—both of them—I wanted their taste on my tongue as much as they wanted mine on theirs.

Between my legs, Cade pushed my knees wide, exposing all of me to the cool club air and his hot, searing gaze. My stomach caved when he kissed a hot path from just beneath my breasts to the spot right above my clit, giving little teasing flicks of his tongue as he went.

“Cade,” I groaned to the sound of a throaty chuckle.

“Greedy, wet, and horny,” he murmured, sliding the tip of his tongue up my seam. “Perfect trio.”

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