Page 128 of Hunted
I play along and nod my head. “The worst. Except Bower, he’s my favorite right now.”
“Excuse me? You can’t have favorites,” Weston says, scowling down at me from the other side of the bed.
I shrug my shoulder. “What are you gonna do about it?”
A look of pure primal heat fills his face as he kneels on the bed and places himself between my legs. “In five minutes, you won’t even remember his name.”
Before I can protest, his mouth is on me. His tongue licks up through my folds then he sucks hard on my clit, making me cry out as pleasure shoots through me. I grab his short blond hair, holding him against me as he devours my core. It’s not surprising that he doesn't need five minutes to make me come, I think I must make it there in less than four as I cry out his name, my body shaking from the orgasm. He moves up my body and kisses me hard, letting me taste my arousal on him.
“Who’s your favorite now?” he whispers against me.
“You,” I whisper back before pressing my lips to his. It lasts for about two seconds before he’s pushed off of me, a scowling Reece in his place.
“I don’t think so, darling.” He lays down at my side and immediately pushes two fingers into my wet pussy at the same time his mouth clamps down on my nipple. He doesn’t start slow. No, he goes full throttle from the second he starts. I push my fingers through his hair and hold his mouth to me as my hips buck to meet his hand. You’d think after two orgasms, I’d be done. But you’d be wrong.
What I really want is to feel his cock inside me right now, but I have a feeling that won’t happen until my skin is bruise free. At least this will take the edge off until then. Reece adds a third finger, then his thumb starts rubbing hard circles against my clit.
“Reece!” I cry, feeling my orgasm building faster and faster.
“That’s right,” he groans against my breast. “Who’s your favorite now?” His fingers curl inside me, hitting a new spot that sends my body hurtling over the edge.
“Reece!” I scream, making him groan in approval. His fingers keep moving, working me through my orgasm until my body goes limp, and he slowly extracts himself from me, a satisfied smirk on his face as he licks his fingers clean.
I watch him as my chest rises and falls, trying to catch my breath.
The bed dips at the bottom, and I watch Kingsley climb up between my legs. I swallow nervously when I notice the heated look in his eyes. Do I have another orgasm in me? I’m not sure if it matters, but by the look of determination on his face, he’s not leaving this bed until I give him one.
“I don’t need you to tell me I’m your favorite, sweetheart. If I can make you come like they did, then I’ll know exactly where I stand.”
No pressure or anything.
I watch him nervously, wondering what he’s going to do as his eyes scan up my naked body. Slowly, he lowers his mouth to my ankle, placing a warm kiss there that I somehow feel between my legs. He takes his time, working up my leg until he meets my core. He places soft gentle kisses there that drive me crazy with need, wanting to feel more of him.
He chuckles when my hips buck, and I groan in need. His hand holds my hip down as he ever so slowly licks up my center. I’ve never felt something so slow, and it works to drive me crazy.
“Kingsley! Stop teasing me!” I beg, wanting more. But he doesn’t respond, he continues torturing me and slides a hand up my side until he reaches my chest. He gently pinches my nipple, then rubs his thumbslowly back and forth over it, making me once again groan in desperation. “Kingsley!”
“You want more of me, sweetheart?”
“Please!” I beg, trying to grab his hair and pull his mouth down to me. He chuckles for a moment, continuing his gentle touches until he suddenly thrusts his tongue inside me, making my gasp as I almost climax from that movement alone. He pinches my nipple, and his other hand finds my clit. He flicks it a few times before pressing firmly on it and rubbing it in circles as he tongue fucks me.
“Yes! Sweet baby tongue, yes!” I cry out as another orgasm rips out of me way faster than I was prepared for. He works me through it until my body shivers with overstimulation. Then he moves up and kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue as I wrap my legs around his waist.
After a moment I lean back, taking in deep breaths and he rearranges me, so my head is on his chest and his arms are wrapped around me. A body presses against my back and a large arm wraps around my waist.Weston.
Kingsley drags me on top of him, and Weston moves closer. A hand grips my ass, and I turn my head to see Reece on our other side. I smile at him as his fingers squeeze my butt gently. Something brushes my legs, and I look down and see Bower lying between Kingsley’s and my legs, his head resting on my thigh as he hugs one of my legs to his chest, releasing a deep sigh.
“Much better,” he mumbles.
I rest my head back against Kingsley's chest and close my eyes. I can feel all four of them touching me, some hands gently stroking like Kingsley’s hand on my lower back, and some still and content like Bower wrapped around my leg.
Everything is quiet until a low rumble of thunder rolls across the sky. It’s distant, barely a whisper, but it carries the weight of memory. There’s a shift in the air as my men go still, all of them waiting to see how I’ll react. Once, that sound would have shattered me. But now?
I inhale deeply and lean into the warmth of the four bodies surrounding me. I’m not alone anymore. That sound doesn’t control me. Not like it used to.
When the storm is on top of us, I might have a different opinion, but it doesn’t matter. I can’t stop the storms from barreling into my life, it’s how I deal with them that matters.
I’m no longer just trying to survive—I’m living. And as long as I have my four men by my side, I know I can face any storm this world throws at me.
