Page 130 of Brazen Deceits

Walker watches Jansen as he reaches under my shirt and grasps my breast, my bra pushed away from my body, impatient shivers coursing through me.

Walker makes a slow stroke of his cock through his pants while RJ simply holds himself in his hand. Seeing them beside each other makes my mouth water.

“Princess,” Walker says, pulling my gaze to his face as I squirm against Jansen. “I need you to make this a pretty show for RJ. He’s going to need to hear and see everything that happens. Can you do that?”

I nod, glancing at RJ. Even if he isn’t participating, he’s a part of this.

A smirk creases RJ’s cheek as Jansen tweaks my nipple and I squeak. Walker strides to the other side of the bed, where I can’t see him. “Good. Jansen, can you strip our girl? I want to watch that lovely flush come over her skin.”

“So pretty, isn’t it?” Jansen says, pulling back. I end up on my back, a pile of pillows propping me up. I expect him to yank the shirt off me, to strip me bare for all their eyes.

But I forget Jansen has patience for only two things—theft and torturing me.

Each button unhooked, each whisper of his fingers against my skin is torment. I go to help, but Walker stops me with a look. I try to tease Jansen back, my fingers drifting from his shoulders, over the gentle curves of his pecs, down the ridges of his abs. Walker tsks, forcing me to leave off short of Jansen’s cock.

So I have no choice but to lie there and take each excruciating touch, my fingers clenching the sheets to keep my hands to myself.

The shirt removed, Jansen kisses his way from my belly button up, his hair trailing over my sensitive skin. Unhooking my bra, he greets each of my breasts with a long, slow pull, his mouth warm and wet, coaxing a groan from me, my skin burning from the slow destruction of small touches and three riveted gazes.

Next, he trails his tongue down from my sternum, drawing a damp circle around my navel, then down to the edge of my underwear, catching it and shimmying it down with his thumbs, leaving my socks on.

RJ’s breaths are short beside me, and I turn to him, his gaze tracing over me, his grip on his cock steady from the middle up. Walker’s command comes across the room, his voice deep with arousal. “Princess, I think RJ wants to see how wet you are for us. Dip two fingers into your cunt and let him see how sweet and slick you can be.”

I blink at the new wave of arousal flooding through me with the command, Jansen licking and nibbling down my inner thigh.

I trail my fingers from my collarbone, over the peak of a nipple, my touch making me shudder, down until I press my fingers inside of myself, watching RJ’s fixed gaze as it follows my hand. The sensation of fucking myself almost has me coming, despite not a single ounce of attention being paid to my clit. With a sad whine, I pull my fingers out, holding them up, my fingers slick and shiny.

“Goddamn,” RJ says, his eyes nearly closed.

“Jansen, lick them clean for us. Tell RJ what she tastes like.”

Jansen leans forward, sucking my fingers into his mouth, and a keening noise I don’t think I’ve ever made before fallsfrom my lips. The suction and his devilish tongue make me ache for his mouth to be busy somewhere else.

Once my fingers are thoroughly clean, he settles back on his heels, his green eyes locked on mine. “Like the perfect sweet-tart of an expensive white wine. Like the best damn lift I’ll ever make. Like diving from a plane without a parachute.”

My breath hitches.

He eases my socks off, still staring at me, before bending down and nipping the inside of my ankle, and I arch, gasping as my whole body clenches.

I’m close, so damn close I want to cry. “I swear, if someone doesn’t make me come soon, I’m going to kill one of you.”

All three of them chuckle. The bed dips as Walker crawls over to me, eyes so dark they swallow me whole. “You want to come, princess?”

“You know I do,” I grumble.

He shakes his head. “Tell me what you want. Then maybe, if you’re good, we can make it happen.”

I shiver, the absence of touch making my skin flighty and anxious. “Please,” I beg.

“Please what?”

I sigh. “Please, will someone give me at least three orgasms and then fuck me until I’m ready to pass out?”

Dark chuckles surround me. “I think that’s possible. Jansen?”

“Gladly, beautiful.”

His hair brushes against my thighs as he settles between my legs, his tongue tracing up one side of my slit and down the other, skipping my clit, and I whine. Walker slowly windsmy hair around his wrist, gathering the unruly mess into a tight knot in his fist, dragging my gaze from Jansen to him.

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