Page 83 of Blue Moon Mistress

Johnny chews on the dead skin on his lower lip while Chase’s grip on his arms just gets tighter and tighter. And damn me if I don’t want to make it harder for them.

I have too many buttons, but slowly—torturously slowly because I have to stop each time Joshua changes position—I get down to my shirt and slip the last tiny buttons free. I’m wearing too many clothes to be this naked.

When I pull the soft lace of my bra down, exposing the pale flesh of my breasts, the hard bud of my nipple.

Johnny straightens. Chase shoots him a look and moves his head in the smallest “no” ever.

Neither of them come to me.

It’s Chase who says, “You can tease us all you want. You only get one mouth and three fingers right now.”

Joshua spreads those fingers, making me gasp, and when I look down at him, he’s glaring up at me.

I feign innocence until he sucks on my clit with another hard pull and I have to drop my head back, letting him do as he pleases with me. Letting him wind me tighter and tighter while I pinch my own nipples. And he toys with me all the way to the end. Right up until I come apart, riding the waves of my orgasm with one hand locked to his head, holding him to me until I’ve crested that last wave.

I’m left gasping for breath, my nipples hard and cold in the chill air leaking in from the front door.

Joshua presses something into my hand as he stands.

“God, you’re amazing.” He kisses me, brushing his nose against mine. “I need to get cleaned up and we’ve got to get going, or else we’ll miss kick off.”

He disappears into the back hallway and I take a deep breath, waiting for my knees to solidify again.

I’ve let my skirt fall back down, but everything above it is a wrinkled mess. I need a mirror and maybe five minutes.

Glancing down, I see my panties in my hand and can’t help but laugh.

When Chase holds out his hand, I take it and let him pull me up off the wall.

“I don’t think we’ve mentioned this enough, but you are stunning when you come.”

“It hardly seems fair…” I start buttoning the layers of tops I need to get myself back together.

“Oh, we enjoyed the hell out of that.” He pulls me against him and whispers, “Besides… We want you to spend the weekend with us. Consider that orgasm the first of many.”

“Promises, promises.”

I brush past him, going into the front room to sit down long enough to get my underwear back on. It’s far too cold to be out and about without anything on beneath my skirt.

But I am definitely wearing garters and nothing else sometime soon.

Joshua comes back, his face clean and he looks me over.

The way his eyes focus on my knees a moment before I flip my skirt back down makes me wish we could skip the game.

“You good?” He asks.

I nod, not quite up for full sentences just yet.

“We could drive, but parking is hell, so we usually walk.” Joshua looks down at my boots peeking out from under my skirt. “But we’re never wearing heels, so we’ll leave that up to you.”

“A walk would be nice. I need to clear my head.” I pull my gloves on more snugly. “For some reason, every time I walk through that door, it seems like I lose all reason and just want… all of you.”

“We aren’t going to complain.”

Joshua shoos the other two out the door, and I go with them, waiting on the steps as Joshua locks up.

I’m not surprised—though it seems I’m the only one—when Mrs. Miller appears in her brightly lit doorway.

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