Page 96 of Blue Moon Mistress

Someone else trails the back of his fingers down me.

“Are you always this wet for us?” Chase asks, too far away to have his hands on me.

“All I have to do is think about the way you look at me.” I gasp as the hands on me tighten, opening me a moment before one of them drags his tongue all the way up me in one, long lick.

When he groans, I finally know it’s Thomas. “She tastes like she’ll beg for it if we make her.”

I don’t tell him he’s right. They already know.

“We’ll get to that,” Joshua says from right beside me.

He takes my arms, folding them behind my back so each hand takes hold of the other elbow. I lean into the support he gives, needing something to hold on to as Thomas’s fingers pull me wider and his tongue delves deeper.

“Do you want him to play with you until you come, wicked girl?”

“Yes.” I nod, though I doubt any of them are paying attention to it. “Yes, I want that.”

“Too bad.”

But even as he says it, Thomas’ tongue finds my clit and I can’t stop the whimper.

And just like that, he’s gone.

“You don’t get to come on his mouth. You don’t get to come on any of our mouths.”

I wait for the “yet” that never comes. Instead, a different mouth covers me. The stubble makes it easy to guess who.

Johnny mumbles something against me as he takes his first lick and I don’t hear what he says as he presses two of those big, blunt fingers into me, but Thomas laughs.

I can’t when those fingers slide down to move circles around my clit.

It becomes a routine… just when I think one of them is going to keep going—that they’ll be the one to take me over the edge—they switch. Each time, they leave me open to the cool air as it washes down on my from their ceiling fan.

The first time I squirm, trying to squeeze my legs together, Joshua slaps me on the ass. “You don’t get to jump the gun, sweetness.”

I don’t know how long we stay like that: Joshua holding me up, Chase, Thomas, and Johnny taking turns pushing me higher and higher. Only to back off and switch places when I get close.

It’s a sweet torture, and I bite my tongue to keep from telling them I hate them.

Because I don’t.

Need has made my every nerve sizzle when they touch me.

This time, when Chase backs away, Joshua’s grip on me gentles.

“Hands on the table, wicked girl.”

I do as I’m told. Even if I wanted to argue, I can’t speak between wanting and ragged breaths.

Joshua wraps his arms around my thighs, spreading me from below instead of above, and when his tongue delves into me, I’m already so high that his first stroke leaves me whimpering.

“Poor, needy girl,” Johnny moves around squatting down in front of me, but on the other side of the coffee table. “You taste so good, we want to make it last.”

He’s fully dressed, and I know the others are too.

It feels absolutely filthy to be this naked, this open to them.

“Do you want Joshua to make you come, wicked girl?”

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