Page 5 of Her Hat Trick Daddies
Chapter 2
Leighton
In the corridor, ambient lighting casts a soft glow, but everything beyond it is cloaked in shadows. I stand still as the guys fan out, searching for a light switch. A soft click, and suddenly, a warm pool of light blooms from a floor lamp near the center of the room. It illuminates a desk, low seating, and floor-to-ceiling bookshelves in dark, masculine wood. A private study, undoubtedly.
The air smells faintly of tobacco and old paper, rich and heady, like secrets and sin. My heels click softly on the polished floor, and that alone makes me feel exposed, as if every step whispersyesbefore I even speak.
Jester reaches me first, scooping me up and setting me on the edge of the desk so fast I let out a startled sound. “Sorry, darlin’,” he murmurs, green eyes flickering. “But now that we’ve got you all to ourselves, it’s time to show you just how badly we need you.”
He closes the space between us, claiming the curve of my neck with soft kisses as his hand trails down my spine, fingers deft as he eases the zipper of my dress. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he has a thing for necks… or maybe just mine. Either way, he can have his way with it because it does something to me, too.
The fabric slips away, dragging my strapless bra with it, baring my chest to the golden hush of lamplight. His gaze darkens as it rakes over me, drinking me in like something spicy. Then his fingers glide over my skin, teasing down to my breasts, where he pinches each nipple with cruel delicacy until I cry out, a breathy sound caught between pleasure and pain. He silences it with his palm over my mouth, eyes gleaming with heat and command.
“You like that?”
I nod. I like it. And I want more.
As he lowers his other hand, sliding it beneath my thong and grazing my folds with a teasing touch, Wolf leans in next, his touch more deliberate, exploratory. He palms my breast, then dips down, capturing my nipple between his lips, sucking, licking, biting. The sensation is sharp and searing, sending fire through my veins, every nerve ending sparking with restless need.
A moan escapes despite Jester’s hand, muffled but eager.
Lion lifts my hip off the table just enough to tug the dress from beneath me, letting it pool at his feet. He sinks to his knees, a naughty glint in his eyes as he slips off my heels one by one. His touch is gentle yet commanding, his hands sliding up mycalves, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. And with a flick of his fingers, he lifts his mask just enough to reveal a mouth that curves into a wicked smirk before pressing a kiss to the arch of my foot. Then, his lips part, and he takes my toe into his mouth, encasing it in warmth and wetness. Then, he sucks on it hard, and I gasp at the new sensation.
It should be weird, right? But it isn’t.
Something raw and primal is awakening. Everything about these men sends a rush of heat straight to my core. I’m throbbing with desperate need to be filled by them, every nerve in my body strung tight with anticipation.
Jester eases me back onto the desk, one hand cradling my head like I’m something precious. As Wolf lifts my hips, Jester slides my panties down in one smooth, ravenous motion. Lion steps back just for a second to let them strip the lace away, then claims it, bringing it to his face and inhaling deeply, like he’s savoring the rarest, most intoxicating perfume.
I blush. Deeply. That visible flush crawls down my chest and over the tops of my breasts.
“Goddamn,” Wolf mutters. “She blushes all the way down to her tits.”
“Prettiest thing I’ve seen all night, maybe even ever,” Lion adds, voice husky.
Lion stands and starts undressing. His shirt hits the floor in a flurry of buttons, revealing lean, cut muscle. My mouth waters at the display of ripples and ridges covering his honed physique.My eyes flick to the orange and blue ink at his wrist—crossed hockey sticks in team colors. Of course. A warrior’s brand. He drops a condom on the desk and pushes his trousers down, exposing a gnarly scar along his left hip that streaks down into his thigh. It’s a foot long and seems like it must’ve hurt like hell. But before curiosity could take over, I catch sight of his thick, beautiful cock already hard, jutting toward me.
Wolf skims a hand from my throat down to my cleavage, before trailing lower, his finger teasing the curve of my belly button. “Love this little thing,” he says with a grin that promises so many exhilarating experiences that I swallow hard.
Then, he slowly trails lower, stroking between my thighs with reverence, his touch featherlight at first. The heat between my thighs flares instantly, and I clutch the edges of the desk like lifelines. He drags his fingers through my slick slit, and when he finds my clit, he circles it with the kind of precision that borders on cruel.
“Oh, god,” I moan, arching my back off the desk in a sharp, involuntary motion.
“Damn, baby,” he growls, flicking my swollen little nub faster, rougher. “So fucking wet for us. If we had all night, I’d take my time and taste every inch of your sweet pussy, making you come on my tongue over and over again. Then I’d fuck you every way you can imagine… until you’re screaming my name and too weak to stand.”
“Y-yes,” I whimper, the word barely making it past my lips.
He slides a finger into me. Or maybe two. Hell, it might be three—I can’t tell, can’t think. All I know is they’re thick, relentless, and he’s drilling them into me like he owns it, his thumb still massaging my clit. And the second he pushes deep and hooks them upward, like he knows exactly where to go, I lose my mind. I gasp, loud and raw, as if my body’s been wired for this moment, like I’ve spent my whole damn life waiting forthis. The orgasm doesn’t build. It detonates. My muscles lock, my walls clamp down around him, and my breath shatters. A strangled cry tears from my throat as the climax tears through me.
It streams out of me in pulsing, soaking bursts, slick and shameless, drenching Wolf’s hands and streaming onto Lion’s chest. The desk beneath me is an absolute mess—soaked, sticky, ruined—and I couldn’t care less. My head snaps back, hips jerking as aftershocks roll through me, shaking and uncontrollable.
Did Ireallyjust do that? “Oh my god. I had no idea,” I stammer between labored breaths. “I’m sor—”
“Holy fuck,” Lion rumbles, voice gravelly. He swipes his fingers through the dripping mess between my thighs and rubs it over his cock, slow and filthy, stroking harder as he watches me come undone.
Jester lets out a low whistle. “Didn’t take you for a squirter, darlin’,” he drawls, that devious grin spreading across his face. “But fuck, do I love a surprise.”
Wolf slowly pulls his fingers from my folds, glistening and wet, and brings them to my lips. “Ever tasted yourself?” he asks, voice low, dark, dangerous.
