Page 55 of Bottle Rocket
Leo tipped her head back against his shoulder and someone kissed her. Their lips were soft and smooth. Sweet in a demanding way. Rosie had to steady herself. She reached a hand out and encountered strappy leather and smooth skin, and she knew exactly who was kissing her.
Needy, greedy hands slipped inside her dress. She wasn’t wearing panties, so she felt delightfully exposed. The sound of kissing and touching drifted around her. She was most aware of Leo as he wrestled his shirt off. She settled back against him. Someone slipped the strap of her dress down and licked over the peak of her shoulder. Leo groaned, and she echoed him.
It was a whirlwind of sensation. Hands on her. Then fingers inside her. Lips on her. Tongues.
She was drenched in it, in the moment. In the mouth at her breast, delicately pulling her dress and bra out of the way. In the pair of heads between her legs, touching her and kissing. In Leo, whispering in her ear, telling her she was beautiful and powerful.
She kept her eyes closed, even as she felt someone tense at her side and grunt, the slap of jerking off filling the air. She reached for them. They grasped her hand, and put it on their cock.
“Oh God,” she said, the heat searing her palm.
Leo kissed her ear. “That’s it, Rosie.”
Leo’s cock was a hard bar against her back, trapped in his jeans. She hadn’t known what to expect of group sex, but this messy half-dressed pile of hedonism was far exceeding her wildest dreams.
The cock in her hand spilled over her fingers. A different mouth cleaned up the come.
She arched, a low thrum of desire spreading through her veins. Leo reached over her hip and touched her slick folds. His thumb strummed against her clit, insistent and familiar. She turned her face into his neck.
She didn’t know who was touching her, or how many people, but it was his fingers that made her come. It was his arms that held her as she gasped and tipped over the edge. It was his love that had made this possible.
This moment—having so many hands and mouths on her—had been her fantasy for so long. She’d expected it to be exciting and overwhelming. She hadn’t expected to feel treasured. To feel loved.
And it was all Leo.
Leo, Leo, Leo.
She wanted to say his name until it burned her mouth. Until it was branded inside her.
Once the pleasure arcing through her had subsided, she was almost scared to open her eyes. What if the illusion was shattered? What if this warmth in her chest, this love washing through her, disappeared now that she’d come? People moved around her. Kissing each other. Touching. She risked a glance.
She caught a flash of Dean and a woman kissing each other between her legs. Dean’s hand was still gripping Rosie’s thigh. Rosie found the illusion wasn’t shattered at all. It was just as strong with her eyes open. The adoration and affection she felt for the people around her was overwhelming.
“You okay?” Leo asked in her ear.
“Yes.”
Everyone was entwined and absorbed in each other as if they were intentionally giving Rosie a beat to catch her breath, with the exception of Leo and Robin.
Robin leaned in and very delicately kissed Rosie’s mouth before pulling back, her thumb on Rosie’s bottom lip.
“I’m glad you’re here, friend,” Robin said.
Was it that simple? Rosie hoped so.
Then Robin reached down and fisted Dean’s hair. He groaned and tipped his head back. His partner grinned. The whole action and reaction couldn’t have taken more than three seconds, but Rosie felt like she’d seen Robin transform intoLady Robinbefore her eyes. It was unnerving and incredibly hot.
“I want to play with you,” Robin said. She winked at the other woman. Dean nodded. “Good. Come on, then.”
They both followed behind her like ducklings.
“Wow,” Rosie said as they walked away. She turned in Leo’s lap until she was straddling him. His chest was sweat streaked, his tattoos shining in the dim lights scattered around the patio. “That was unreal.”
“You liked it?”
“I loved it.” She rested her weight on him, and he grunted, a sexy, pained sound. “Oh, baby. Are you hurting?”
She tugged open his fly and plucked a condom out of her own pocket. Dresses with pockets really were the best.
