Page 69 of Sacred Vow
I casually step out of my dress, feeling like a fucking goddess with their eyes dancing across my body, skimming over the slight curve of my waist and trailing up to my full breasts. Caesar’s hand lingers on my waist, his thumb stretching across my back.
“Free rein?” I ask him.
“Whatever you want,” he rumbles.
A smile pulls across my lips, and I glance between the two masked men before focusing my attention on the one standing, and as I stride toward him, his arms fall to his sides, welcoming anything I could possibly want.
As I step into him, my hand brushes across his wide chest and trails down his abs. His hand falls to my waist, right where Caesar’s was only a minute ago. He’s perfect, and as a thrill pulses through me, I glance back at Caesar, watching the way he watches me.
His eyes are dark and full of desire, but not a single hint of jealousy, not even when this incredibly gorgeous man slides his hand down past my waist and to the curve of my ass, squeezing firmly.
He spins me around in his arms, his hand skimming across the front of my thigh before dipping between my legs and cupping my pussy. “Caesar was right. You’re fucking irresistible,” he tells me, his lips trailing across my shoulder as I melt back against his strong body. “I can’t wait to see you begging on your knees for me.”
I suck in a breath, my heart already hammering as Caesar’s gaze remains locked on me, watching the way my body so easily responds in this other man’s hands. Caesar takes a step forward, collecting something off the edge of the booth, and when he pulls a mask over his head, everything crumbles within me.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my pussy clenching with need. How is this real life?
Despite their masks, there are so many physical differences between the men. I’ll know exactly who is who the whole way through, especially Caesar. After these past few weeks, I have learned every mark, scar, and freckle on his body, but it doesn’t make it any less fun.
Caesar strides toward me as his friend continues grinding his palm against my bare core, making my body squirm, and as Caesar comes to a stop right in front of me, I put my hand against his strong chest.
He watches me through that mask, waiting to see exactly what I want, and when I lift my other hand and gently tap against my collarbone, he steps right in.
Caesar takes my waist as his lips drop straight to my collarbone, his tongue skimming across my sensitive skin, and while they’ve barely even begun, the sweetest pleasure is already pulsing through my veins.
Caesar’s hand shifts to the back of my head, grabbing a fistful of hair before tipping my head to the side, opening my neck up for him, and he doesn’t hesitate, diving straight in as his third friend—the one with the accent—simply watches from the couch.
Hands roam across my body, delicately dancing over my breasts and pinching my nipples, as every nerve ending comes alive within me. My body is oversensitive, and the more their skilled hands work over me, the faster I respond.
My hips jolt as I grind down against the hand between my thighs, groaning when I tip my head back against the big shoulder behind me. Hell, just the smell of their mixed cologne in the air is enough to drive me wild. I can’t imagine what it’ll be like when contestant number three enters the chat.
Every brush of their fingers, swipe of their lips, or pinch of my nipples sets my body on fire, and without warning, my orgasm explodes from within me, rocking through my body asthe masked man behind me is forced to lock his arms around my waist just to keep me on my feet.
“Mmm,” he groans, a deep awe in his tone. “So responsive. I’m going to have fun with you.”
Butterflies soar through the pit of my stomach, and as Caesar continues moving his lips over my body, the intensity of my orgasm keeps growing. “That’s right, hellcat,” he says. “Ride it out.”
“Oh God,” I groan as my hand trails over the back of his shoulder, my nails instantly digging in, making brand-new little half-moons on his back to match the others.
Every second of it is pure ecstasy, and when I finally start to come down from my high, the third man with the sexy Italian accent finally gets to his feet. Suddenly, the satisfaction from my orgasm is all but a ghost floating away into the abyss as nothing but sweet hunger takes over.
Something tells me that what just happened here was nothing but a warm up, and that incredible orgasm was child’s play compared to what they’re about to do to me.
I feel a touch against my hand, and I glance down to find Caesar’s hand gently wrapping around mine before pulling me into him. “Come, hellcat,” he rumbles, his other hand falling to the small of my back before leading me toward a similar loveseat. “Let us show you the real reason you’re here.”
A shy smile pulls at my lips, and I want to curse myself out about it. Shy? I’ve never been shy a day in my life, especially when it comes to sex. But right here with these three deliciously sexy men, I feel well and truly out of my league, and despite knowing that I’m in control, I feel like a timid little mouse, ready to give these men anything they could possibly ask for in just the slightest hope of pleasing them. Hell, if one of them were to call me a good little girl right about now, I think I would actually die.
“Take a seat,” Caesar tells me.
I do as I’m asked, slowly dropping my ass to the soft loveseat, keeping my eyes locked on Caesar’s. The three of them stand together, staring down at me, each with a fierce hunger in their wicked stares.
“Spread those pretty thighs, bella,” the tall Italian snack rumbles, his tone making my pussy clench and turning me into a goddamn SlipNSlide. “Show me that sweet cunt.”
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip, and as I lean back against the loveseat and bring my knees up, that strange wave of shyness dissipates and is replaced with nothing but sheer desire. All three of them stare at me in awe, and as I slowly begin to spread my thighs, I trail my finger across my body, putting on one hell of a performance.
I don’t see their faces beneath their black masks, but I sure as fuck can see the raw hunger in their eyes, and it feeds my determination. I don’t want to just be some woman they got to spend a wild night playing with; I want to be the woman who they can’t stop thinking about for the rest of their lives, that one woman they compare all others to.
I’m spread wide for them when Caesar steps closer, his fingers dropping to my knee and slowly trailing down my calf and finally to my foot, where his gentle fingers wrap around. He lifts my foot, stretching it right up to his shoulder, and I thank my lucky stars that I regularly take yoga, because if not, I’d look like a baby giraffe trying to ice skate.
