Page 42 of Widow

One had already kissed me. The other looked at me like he wanted to feast on me in the best way possible.

"Maybe I want to be burned," I breathed. It had been so long since I'd allowed myself to be touched, to be held.

I slid my leg over his and ran my finger down the trail of dark hairs leading into his sweatpants. The sweatpants were killing me. Even in the dim light filtering in through the window, I could clearly see the faint outline of his erection through the fabric.

His breath deepened as I mimicked the movement he was doing back and forth along my skin. I'd never been so bold as to initiate something while in the presence of others before. My ex liked to call me vanilla. One of the many reasons we divorced.

"Lia..." My name came out as a groan as I slid my hand over the top of the sweatpants and stroked his erection through the fabric. He was hard as a rock, which made the wetness between my legs even worse.

He wrapped his arm around me and rolled so I was on the edge of the bed, his back towards the other two men, my back to his front.

"How quiet can you be?" His lips brushed across my ear, and I trembled as he splayed his hand across my belly and slid it south.

I wasn't sure how quiet I could be. I was quiet when I masturbated, but that was entirely different than having the excitement of a gorgeous man touching me. I bit my lip, and as if knowing my thoughts, he moved the pillow out from under our heads.

"Scream into that." It was a little presumptuous to think I would be screaming. I hugged the pillow against me as he began kissing the sweet spot behind my ear.

I could feel my heartbeat everywhere. My ears, my toes, my nipples, my clit.

His fingers were back at the hem of my shirt, and I pushed back against him. His other hand moved up to cup my breast.

"What..." My word came out as a moan, and I moved my face against the pillow as his thumb brushed over my nipple.

"Tell me what you want." I was practically panting into the pillow at his words.

His finger dipped under the edge of my panties as he pinched my nipple. He rolled his hips against me, and his dick rubbed against my ass. Maybe we should have moved the party to the bathroom, but there was something much more exciting about fooling around right in the same bed as the others.

"What I want?" I couldn't think. His hand slid over the top of my panties and cupped me gently. I whimpered and moved against him.

"Yes. Tell me what you want." His voice was barely a whisper in my ear. His face was buried in the crook of my neck, his hot breath sending my pulse through the roof.

"I want you to touch me."

His finger slid along my slit, pressing my already wet panties into the crease. "How do you want me to touch you?"

"Touch me until I come." My face burned in embarrassment and want. It was hard to determine which was dominating at that moment.

He made a noise in his throat and then slipped his hand into my panties. I opened my legs for him, and he plunged two fingers into my pussy, causing me to gasp into the pillow.

"I'll make you come." His lips were back at my ear. He thrust himself against me as his fingers moved at the same pace as the thrust of his hips. "I want to feel you come all over my hand. I want to feel you clench around my fingers."

I didn't know I could be so turned on by dirty talk, but the rush of heat and wetness between my legs told me my body was all for it.

He moved me so I was on my back and sat up. His fingers left me, and he pulled my panties down. He looked down at me, his eyes smoldering. Somewhere deep inside of him was a fire, and I wanted it to engulf me.

His fingers grazed my clit, and I shut my eyes. The pillow was thrown off the bed.

He dove back inside me and stroked me. I moved my hips against his hand, begging for him to touch that sweet spot that would bring me the most pleasure.

His thumb brushed over my clit, and he silenced my cry with his mouth. His tongue stroked mine, and then he buried his face back in my neck. He suckled my skin as he worked his erection against my leg. The pressure built at my core.

"Come for me." He groaned into my neck.

As if my pussy knew he was commanding it, it clenched around his fingers, and a wave of pleasure rushed from my toes and fingers and straight to my clit. I grabbed his face, bringing his lips back to mine as my body spasmed. Every nerve ending was firing at once.

"I can't wait to bury myself inside of you," he whispered, pulling away as my orgasm ebbed. He kissed my forehead and smoothed back my hair.

I opened my mouth to respond, but he moved off the bed and made his way to the bathroom before I could reply. I stared at the door as it shut behind him.

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