Page 56 of I'm Not in Love (I Promise)

“Yes,” I murmur. “Yes to it all.”

“That’s my perfect slut,” he says with another spank that has me biting back a moan. “Don’t disappoint her, boys. She wants us to come together.”

He pushes into me, inch by inch, filling and stretching me. Thrusting with the same turbulent energy as his words. God, it feels so good. Like I’m being worshiped and punished at the same time. I love every second.

“Feels so good,” I say against the cushion.

“Speak up, Angel. Get that beautiful face out of the couch and watch them. Look what you do to them.” He reaches for my hair and tugs, lifting my head a few inches from the couch until I cry out. “Tell her.”

“I’m so close, Blake,” Jasper says, breathless. “You take him so well.”

The sounds that fill the air are utterly erotic. Groans and wet slaps of skin. Finally, I open my eyes and force myself to watch them as they stroke themselves. The looks of painful pleasure in their eyes set my skin on fire.

Leon bites his lip, fisting himself rough and fast. I catch glints of metal along his shaft and imagine what he would feel like inside me. What they’d all feel like together. Their eyes devour me while Damon pumps harder and faster and, I can’t take anymore. It’s too good.

“Y-yes, I’m gonna come.”

“You can come when I say so, Blake.” He slows his thrusts, pulling all the way out and bringing his hand around my neck. “Watch them, baby. We all come together, remember?”

I nod, panting. “Please.”

He lines himself up against me as his palm tightens. “Please, what? Tell me.”

“Don’t stop,” I wheeze.

“Good girl,” he says, palming my ass and spreading me wide. I gulp in a breath, as much as I can with the pressure on my neck. I should be scared but I’m not. If anything, I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. He’s careful with me, controlled, especially now that he’s slowed his movements.

He pushes back into me and the room fills with frenzied groans and hissed curses. Some of them come from me, sounds I never knew I could make. I’m overwhelmed with sensation.

Jasper and Leon’s eyes are on me, holding me captive. Damon’s hands are everywhere, his cock deep inside me. My body slams against the couch, knocking against the wall. I’ve never felt so alive.

Leon groans and Jasper says, “D, I’m close.”

“Me too,” he says as he reaches down and rubs my clit. “Squeeze my cock, Blake. Come on me.”

He presses in and I cry out as my orgasm hits me hard. So hard that I’m shaking all over, my stomach clenching and hands gripping the cushion. I force my eyes to stay open and watch as both guys finish on their stomachs. It’s so hot, it takes me a second to notice Damon still behind me, panting and massaging my ass cheek.

“Fucking hell. That was incredible. You’re?—”

Leon cuts in, out of breath but clear. “Ours.”

“That’s right,” Jasper says. “You belong with us.”

Tired laughter slips through my lips as Damon pulls out and gathers me against his chest. His lips meet mine in a gentle kiss. Nothing like the fervor he had five minutes ago. “Don’t forget it.”

After an hourof pleading with the guys to let me go alone, I’m waiting at the train station for Falin. She took a flight into the city, then a train here, arguing that she didn’t want to inconvenience me for an airport pickup on my birthday week. I’m not a child. I don’t need a whole week for my birthday, but according to Falin, “that’s utter bullshit.”

As the train squeals to a stop I jump up from the bench and search the crowd exiting onto the platform. It’s been so long, I don’t even know what color her hair is now. She’s notorious for dying it every other month—growing it out and chopping it off too. I wonder if her big shot tech job lets her keep all her bright colors.

Feeling nervous that she missed her flight, I check my phone for a missed call. I’m swiping through notifications from everyone but Falin, when a pair of hands cover my eyes from behind. “Guess who?”

Screeching, I twist around to face my best friend and wrap her in the biggest bear hug I can muster. “You brat, I was getting worried.”

“Nah, never worry about me. I’m like Gandalf, I arrive precisely when I mean to.” She plants a wet kiss on my cheek, most definitely leaving an imprint of her dark red lipstick behind and holds me at arms length. “Look at you, Bee. You’re literally glowing.”

I hold back a grin. “Really? I’m stressed the hell out, but I’m happy you’re here.”

She narrows her eyes and says in a mock-stern tone. “You’ve been fucked recently. I can tell.”

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