Page 22 of Noire Moon
Fucking hell, these men are capable of torturing my body with a single, sneering glance.
“Bend over for him, little flower. Go on and spread yourself so he can see just how much you enjoy being filled with cock.”
Oh my god. My cheeks and chest burst into flame. There’s no sense in why I feel compelled to do as they say, but I suck in a ragged breath, then dutifully shift my weight. Spinning around so that my ass is now facing the man in the gold-splattered mask.
When I awkwardly reposition myself, my gaze lands on the spot on the couch where I was spread out between the othertwo men occupying this room only minutes ago, and the breath rushes from my lungs.
My other two masked strangers are lazing on the couch together, in that familiar way that lovers do. Both of them are shirtless now, and the sight of all that muscle, the shadowed outlines of abs and corded forearms coated in tattoos makes my mouth water. Bloodied Mask has a tilt to his head as his dark eyes hold mine, while the other man is tucked up against his torso. They’re an insanely sexy sight, with powerful legs spread.
Now that I see the larger man half naked, I see how one arm is lined with ink, extending from his pec and shoulder right down to his wrist. Somehow, he’s even more imposing when semi-undressed.
Each one is stroking the other’s cock.
I can already feel the fresh flood of wetness gathering between my thighs.
“Don’t test our patience.” The gravelly voice from behind the copper skull warns me. “Ass up, and put yourself on display for him.”
Chapter 8
There’s nothing quite like the sensation of voluntarily pressing your own face into the carpet, while reaching behind to hold your pussy open and put yourself under visual scrutiny by a stranger.
Yet, here I am.
My body comes alive as I feel the scalding impact of three sets of eyes on me. Knowing that my two strangers over on the couch are stroking each other’s lengths while I put on this show for them all is a heady rush I can’t deny.
Not knowing what the powerful man behind me thinks about any of this—the man currently being given a front-row seat to every inch of my exposed, needy core in the firelight—just adds to the eroticism of the moment.
The only noises I can hear are my own panting breaths against the carpet fibers below my cheek and the slick sounds of hands moving to jack each other off, punctuated by the sharp pops from the open fire.
I lose track of how long I stay here like this, quietly submitting to his inspection.
It feels like an age. With my shoulder slumped against the rough texture of the carpet and my fingers tight against my slick flesh.
He doesn’t utter a word.
Why that makes my stomach flutter and my pussy clench is beyond me right now. Oh god, he can probably see every time I tighten, and that sends a bolt straight to my clit at the depravity of how truly, how utterly I’m splayed open for him. This whole night is like I’ve been transported out of time and place and there’s absolutely no point trying to make sense of things.
I’ve tumbled through the looking glass, and chosen the cake that says ‘eat me’ without hesitation.
“I don’t think the little slut is satisfied with only two cocks.” A dark chuckle comes from Copper Mask. “That greedy cunt of hers is demanding more.”
He’s doing that thing where he runs his mouth and talks about me like I’m nothing more than an object.
Yes. Yes, I do.
“Go on then. Ride him, slut.”
Oh, fucking hell. Everything blooms in my body, and I fumble to get back upright, damn near shaking. Slowly spinning around, I move so that my body is positioned between those impressive thighs, flanked by his boots.
He’s like a statue, a stern, marble presence looking over me.
I don’t know how to feel, now that he’s stared at my drenched pussy, now that he’s seen every swollen inch of the most intimate part of me. Even more disconcerting is the fact I can’t see his face, and he doesn’t even seem to have shifted in his seat.
Who is this man that he can remain so unmoved by the scene I’ve just painted for him?
Except, as my eyes move up to trace the contour of his thigh muscles hidden beneath black trousers, I see that he’s hard. Mytongue darts out to wet my puffy lips, and I’m aching to know what his cock feels like in my hand.
“What are you waiting for? Take him out and fucking ride him.”
