Page 59 of Not A Whisper

Despite my fatigue, my body responds to Jason’s touch. I can feel the heat creeping up into my cheeks and how my body lubricates Jason’s fingers. Beneath me, his cock grows hard.

“You’ll find a way.”

I take a bite when he brings the slice of pizza closer to myface. Just as I swallow, his two fingers disappear into my pussy. My gasp is followed by the clenching of my thighs. Jason tsks his disapproval.

“Keep your legs open, dollie.”

I bite my bottom lip as I slowly bring my legs further apart. My body stretches around Jason’s fingers, coating them further with arousal. At the same time, he urges me to take a bite of pizza.

“That’s right, dollie, get nice and wet for me. Just remember who’s getting you there. You won’t find better owners than us. No one will treat you better than us, dollface.” Jason’s words are followed by a soft groan as my body clenches around him. It vibrates through his chest and into my back.

I don’t respond. I lean forward to tear off a piece of the crust between my teeth. As I do, I tilt my hips forward to see if I can get him deeper inside me.

Two new hands appear, grabbing the tops of my thighs. They start to slide my skirt up. My emotions riot inside of me. My body tenses. Having Grant’s hands on me feels wrong. Suddenly, Jason’s hand stills between my legs. He kicks his foot out. There’s a thud under the table followed by swearing. Grant’s hands disappear.

“Don’t touch,” Jason snaps. “You don’tdeserveto play with our doll. Not tonight.”

Trip lets out a deep growl. “Grant shouldn’t be able to touch our doll until this thing with Carmilla is called off.”

The tension leaks out of me all at once at the creed.

“Yes.” My confirmation comes out as a hiss as Jason’s fingers pump in and out of me. That’s what I need to move past this. Closure. Grant needs to tie up all his loose ends.

“Hm, I agree,” Jason murmurs.

I relax, pleased the guys are on my side with this. A hearty moan slips past my lips as Jason’s thumb brushes against myclit. His fingers scissor inside of me before curling and coaxing my body to respond.

Beneath the table, Grant swears. “I don’t know when I’ll be able to talk to?—”

It’s Trip’s turn to kick Grant. From beneath the table comes a hard grunt.

“Sounds like you have a problem, not us. Figure it out on your own,” Trip snaps. “Quietly.”

Trip watches me and Jason, chomping at his slice of pizza as he does. I hold his gaze as tension gathers between my legs. Jason applies more pressure to my clit as he works it. At this point, my clit is covered in my arousal, making the motion smooth and deliciously pleasant. I groan.

Jason’s fingers curl inside of me. The orgasm that rolls up on me gathers all the negative emotions that have bombarded me today and sends them crashing away. My weak cry doesn’t express how desperately I needed this from him. My hands slap against the table. I tilt my hips backward, chasing the euphoria so I don’t have to return to reality.

From beneath the table comes a loud groan of frustration.

“Shut. Up,” Trip orders with a mouthful of pizza.

“Easy for you to say,” Grant mutters. “You aren’t staring at and smelling our doll’s sweet cunt right now.” He makes a choking noise before swearing. “Got the smallest size for a reason, asshole?”

Trip chuckles and jerks a little in his seat. There’s another thud and Grant swears louder. “What did I just tell you to do?”

Tension unravels in my chest at their antics. Grant apologized, the guys are punishing him on my behalf, and I’m drifting on a pleasant cloud. Things could definitely be worse. But I want more. Greedily, I grind against Jason’s hand. My pussy flutters. I groan as Jason’s fingers don’t relent, keeping my body hot and ready for more.

Ittakes no time for a second orgasm to roll in. The room spins and I’m drunk on pleasure. I don’t want it to stop, but I wantmore. I need someone inside of menow.

“Jason…”

Jason must be a mind reader. He wraps his free arm around my waist and lifts me up as he stands. His fingers, still deep inside my core, pump in and out of me as he places me on my feet and bends me at the waist over the table. He pulls his fingers from me only so that he can work my skirt off my body. It, along with my panties, falls to the floor around my ankles. I step out and spread my legs, then push my ass back, eager for what’s to come next.

The tip of Jason’s dick presses against my entrance. Immediately my body tries to suck him in. Impatient, I jerk my hips back and I impale myself on his cock.

“Oh,fuck,” he hisses as my body wraps around him in a tight grip. “Yes, dollie. You enjoy this, don’t you? With my cock inside you.”

“Yes!” The confirmation is choked as I savor the stretch and pleasant burn as my body acclimates to him.

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