Page 123 of Unspoken Lies
“Yell at me tomorrow,” he says, yawning. “I’m too tired to fight with you, but I’m not too tired to fuck you or watch Jared spank you for being petulant.”
Elijah’s body is heavy as he lays down on top of me, and all I can do is gaze with wide eyes as Jared and Theo lay naked on either side of me.
“This is not what we discussed when you said that I had to sleep in your bed,” I grumble.
There’s too much man candy surrounding me and they all smell amazing.
“We run warm, wife,” Jared says with a smirk, turning out the light.
While Elijah lays on me, Theo curls against me to snuggle, his naked and very hard cock pressing along my thigh. My cheeks are blazing red as I feel Jared do the same, his arm slinging across Elijah and I.
His breath tickles my skin as he murmurs, “The only thing that would make this better is if you were naked too.”
“I don’t think we’d be sleeping if I was,” I mutter moodily. While antidepressants can sometimes suppress sexual appetite, I don’t seem to be having that problem tonight.
Elijah sighs, moving around until he shoves up my shirt as I gasp.
“Much better,” he says, his hands laying over my breasts as he lays his head on them. His breathing quickly evens out as helistens to the thumping of my heart, but his breaths blow across my nipple and make it very hard.
The universe is laughing at me.I’m incredibly turned on by someone I shouldn’t ever want to speak to again. Life just seems to insist on putting me in impossible situations.
“You’re apparently a great pillow, wife,” Jared says, moving slightly until his warm mouth is wrapped around my nipple and he’s sucking.
“Why,” I whine, my skin pebbling with goosebumps as my eyes roll.
“Don’t move, Kitten,” Theo warns, his eyes on Elijah and Jared. “Be a good girl and take your punishment.”
“I haven’t… done anything,” I pant.
“You’ve been moody and refused to listen to your husband’s demands,” Theo purrs. “He doesn’t have many, and you broke your promise on the very first night.”
“Ah… fuck,” I say, struggling not to squirm as Jared’s tongue works some kind of twisted magic to make me insane. “I tend to hide when I’m in a bad mood. Why should I… expose you all to it?”
The words are so rushed, they’re tumbling over each other as I moan.
“Wife,” Jared says, speaking despite his teeth holding my nipple between them.
My whimper makes Theo grin from where his face is pressed against my cheek. Releasing my nipple, Jared continues to speak, though his fingers begin their torture on my breast. Pinching, twisting, kneading. He’s making me insane.
“Promises are very important to me,” he says. “Brats get blue bean, not orgasms. We also don’t fucking care about your moods. Good, bad, PMSing, we want to be part of it. Hiding makes us all worry.”
His other hand tangles in my hair as he pushes his body up to kiss my lips. Together, Theo and he work to torture me. Theo sucks on my nipple, before letting the cooler air of the AC hit my sensitive skin so he can twist and pull on it while Jared swallows my sounds as he continues his mission to drive me insane with the hand that my breast lays in.
Elijah manages to sleep through it, his weight anchoring me in place. Fingers manage to slide between my legs to move through my arousal that I’m sure coats my thighs.
“Oh yeah, I think we’ve done a good job,” Theo purrs, his thumb bumping against my clit as I moan my disappointment.
“Good night, wife,” Jared says, kissing my temple as he and Theo get comfortable next to me. Their fingers ghost along my skin due to where their hands are instead of teasing me, however it’s still torturous.
Their breath slows down until it’s clear they’re passed the fuck out while I lay underneath Elijah in agony. It’s a long time before I’m able to drift off to sleep due to how turned on I am, and when I finally do the dreams are about wild orgies instead of nightmares.
CHAPTER 29
THEO
Rachelle isn’t in the best mood today, and I think it’s fucking hysterical. It’s clear she’s horny, but is refusing to give us the time of day as she eats breakfast with us. Jared is getting a little high handed with his demands, however she needs to eat three meals a day.
“What are you doing today, Rachelle?” Elijah asks as we watch her eat.
