Page 98 of Vicious Sentiments

Suddenly his arm darts out without looking at me and he grabs my ankle. I paw at the sand as I’m twisted onto my stomach, and he easily slides to him.

“You want to play?” his voice is husky, filled with promise, and I don’t fight him as he pulls me up and into his lap. My dress hikes up around my hips as he locks each of my thighs on either side of him. One of his hands slips expertly under the seam of the dress, pressing against my lower back and the other grips my bare ass.

“Maybe,” I breathe, arching my back and letting my breasts fill his vision. There’s something about being wanted and still having the power to say no, knowing that he won’t take without my permission. I can lean into the things that I like about myself without fear of repercussion.

“I’m going to show you what little restraint you have compared tome.” He squeezes my ass and then quickly slides his hand to the front, resting on my stomach until sliding down slowly. His palm is warm against my belly button and I moan. His fingertips dig into the rim of my underwear and then tugs, roughly. They lace tears easily enough and my breath hitches.

I gape at him in surprise, and I’m returned with a wicked, self satisfied smile. I look to Julian, wondering if he’s going to allow this but he’s leaned back on his elbows, admiring the view that is now my pussy.

Cape grips my body against his chest and then twists, laying me on my back in the sand, his body hovering over mine. The dress falls a bit and he pushes it back up as he prowls lower, looking up at me from beneath his dark lashes.

I’m completely on display and I crane my neck, my cheek brushing against the sand, to look down the dark and empty beach.

“Cape…” I whimper, suddenly very sober.

“You asked for it,” Julian says.

Is this it? Are we not waiting for my birthday? My legs shake, and Cape positions his head between my thighs. His pupils are blown out, ravenous as he stares at my pussy. I tense, waiting for his tongue, practically pooling with anticipation. Am I ready for this? My body clearly is. But amI?

I’m no stranger to sex but I’ve only ever been used, tense with fear. The tension in my body now is from excitement and I don’t think this is going to be a one way street. The way Cape and Julian are taking me in makes me think they want to please me. And I’m ready for it, desperate for it, and I feel safe with them.

Cape holds my hips and dips his face, opening his mouth and… and…

Breathes against my clit. His lips only hover over me and his tongue doesn’t even touch me. He just breathes against me, his warm breathblowing sweetly against me. My god. I fist the sand at my sides and buck my hips, but he pins me down and laughs darkly. I can’t practically feel the hot moisture of his laugh and I arch again.

“Awh,” he drawls against me. “Are you having trouble resisting me?”

I thrash against his words, realizing what he’s doing, that this isn’t it, that he’s playing with me and throwing my words back at me.

He breaths again, warming me and I throb, swelling at the action. His lips don’t even graze me, but I know they are there and try to slowly arch up, but Cape is in control and he holds me down.

I let out a disgruntled moan, and he breathes deeper, his hot breath like an entity itself as it caresses me.

“Please,” I beg, turning to Julian, hoping he’ll give in but my eyes widen as I see he’s unzipped his pants and he’s stroking himself. He’s angled in a way that I can’t see his length, just his arm as it slowly slides up and down. My need doubles as he holds my gaze, pleasuring himself to me.

“I don’t think he’s going to help you,” Cape says cruelly from between my legs.

I huff and twist in his grip. “It’s not fair.”

He laughs and shifts onto his knees, still holding me down with one hand. He uses his free hand to undo his own zipper, and I gape as he pulls himself out. Unlike with Julian, I can see all of him and he’s rock hard, the tip glistens with liquid, and he’s so close to my pussy that I can barely contain myself.

“Go ahead and buck again for me.” He holds himself and slides his hand up and down, angling towards me. I hate that my body responds and does what he wants. I wriggle against his arm, trying to shimmy in the sand, thinking if only I could get my legs wrapped around him. But he’s too strong and his muscles only flex more, the faster he touches himself.

“It’s not fair,” I cry again and look to Julian. It’s no use though andmy gaze darts between both of them rapidly, not being able to decide who I want to watch. They move with a fever that makes me ache and pulsate.

“Please,” I beg as Cape uses a knee to nudge my legs open wider.

“Don’t worry,” his breath comes heavy as he pants around his words. “I’m going to give you something.”

I freeze as he bends over me, his pace picking up. The tip of him is so close to me that I hold my breath, waiting for him to push in and fill me up.

“Admit you’re having trouble resisting me,” he growls, and I nod quickly. “Say it,” he demands.

“I’m…” I’m having a hard time formulating words, waiting to feel him inside me. “I’m having trouble….”

“Doing what?” he pants.

“Resisting… you,” I choke out.

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