Page 63 of Bottoms
“I talked to the owner of my apartment yesterday about a replacement tenant,” Nik said, attempting to tell me the rest of the important news. My mind had immediately forgotten that they had bought a house without me when Fynn crawled under the table.
“I can’t believe he didn’t let you out of your lease,” I said, gritting my teeth when Fynn decided to kick it up into high gear when I attempted to talk. A sigh slipped past my lips when I finished my sentence, and he settled back into a slower pace.
“If Nik had shown me his lease before he signed it, I could have helped make sure he didn’t get himself in this mess,” Colten said, pointing his fork accusingly at Nik.
My eyes shifted to Tanner, hoping he had something to add to the conversation. His eyes were on me, sliding over every inch of my body. He watched with fascination, knowing what was happening just below the wooden top of the table.
“I think that’s about all I needed to announce. Anyone else?” Nik paused to look around the table before landing on me. “How was your day, Vanessa?” Nik asked, spearing a cherry tomato from his salad before popping it into his mouth. He gave me a knowing wink that suggested he knew exactly what would happen when I spoke.
“I, umm,” I started.
Fynn’s grip on my thighs tightened. Holding me in place while he started an assault on my clit. It only lasted for a second, but it left me breathless and gripping onto my fork for dear life. I looked up at Nik apologetically.
“I’m sorry, Vanessa,” Nik smirked. “I didn’t quite catch that.”
I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the oncoming onslaught.
“I had a wonderful day,” I said quickly, but Fynn was prepared.
His tongue flicked across me before his lips sucked the little bundle into his mouth. Vibrations washed through me as he started to hum. It sounded like he was mimicking me.
“Ahh,” I gasped, dropping the fork on the table as my hands balled into fists. I peeked down at Fynn, giving him a look of warning. It wasn’t physically possible for me to eat, carry on a conversation, and have an orgasm. He would have to pick one.
My head snapped back up when I heard the chorus of laughter from the others.
“Can someone please,” I begged. Needing to pause my sentence while I rode out Fynn’s torment. “Tell me,” I squealed.
Fynn pushed a finger deep inside me while his tongue licked my clit, like he was looking for the center of the lollipop.
“What the FUCK!” I exclaimed as Fynn pulled free, only to ghost over the puckered ring of my ass.
“I’m sorry, Vanessa,” Nik said with a wide smile. “I’m having a hard time following you. Are you sure everything is alright?”
“THIS!” I shouted as Fynn started to push his lubricated finger into my ass. “This, going on here. Now. This. What is this?” I rambled, unsure how I felt about the new sensation as Fynn worked his way inside me.
“We had to agree on some terms when settling past resentments,” Colten said, still holding his fork in his hand. But he hadn’t bothered to take a bite.
“Okay?” I gritted, digging my nails into the wooden surface. Fynn started slowly pumping his finger in and out of me while he continued his assault on my bundle of nerves. Encouraging my body to accept his intrusion and continue climbing toward an orgasm.
“Fynn was mad that Colten fucked you first, even though he wasn’t part of the Arsenal at the time,” Nik helped by giving me useful information.
I nodded my head as I squeezed my eyes closed for a minute. Trying to absorb the waves of pleasure Fynn was building. I wanted to at least know what was happening before I was lost to the waves of bliss.
“Instead of arguing, we just decided on a new order of turns going forward,” Tanner said, leaning back in his chair to look under the table with a smile.
“No one touches you until Fynn gets his turn first,” Colten said, helping me out.
I wasn’t sure I could keep from coming much longer.
“So,” I panted. “You’ve all been waiting for Fynn?”
“Just waiting for you to be up for it,” Nik said.
My body tensed and I tried to breathe, but found my lungs stuck as the first waves of my orgasm came crashing around me. My walls fluttered around nothing as I felt my ass grip Fynn’s finger in consolation. His mouth was firmly suctioned around my clit as he drew out my moans.
He finally released me and pulled his finger from my trembling body. My eyes slid to the middle of the table to look at the starved faces of my men. A moment later, Fynn popped back up in his seat and took a large gulp of his water.
“Whose turn is next?” I laughed, looking at my plate of barely eaten food. I was starving too, but not for food.
