Page 13 of Whips and Chains
Agony played out behind his eyes. He glanced toward the end of the bed, where I was aware of the other two men, even though I wasn’t looking at them.
But I tugged his arm, drawing his attention back to me. I knew what I wanted, and I needed him to see it. “Put your mouth on me.”
He groaned hoarsely, his dick clearly hard beneath his towel. I tugged at it, and it came undone, exposing a thick cock nestled in a trim patch of dark hair at the base.
He was so damn beautiful, tattoos covering so much of his skin that I wanted to trace them and figure out what each onerepresented. They were beautiful pieces of art, and I wanted to take my time exploring each one.
But not now. Right now I needed more than that.
And so did he.
He maneuvered me onto my back, fitting his mouth over the tip of my breast and sucking my nipple. Warm, wet heat encased me once more, having the exact desired effect of keeping my brain from thinking of anything else but how it felt to have this man touch me after so many weeks and months of getting to know him via his letters.
The sheets did nothing to cover me. They’d slipped down, somewhere around my calves, but I didn’t bother trying to hide. Whip sat in the chair Levi had vacated, but it was X’s dark eyes, watching me silently from the end of the bed that drew my attention this time.
We’d been all over each other in the shower the other night. I’d been so sure he was going to be the one to take my virginity. I’d been so eager to give it to him. I’d wanted him. And even though he’d run out on me, for no reason I could explain, I still did.
“X.”
His eyes focused on me.
I spread my legs.
It was brave and bold, but I no longer had any fucks left to give.
He sucked in a sharp breath, moving forward from the floor at the end of the bed. He was slimmer than the other two men, no less muscled, just not the thickly solid build of Levi, who had a bulk that came from working out, and Whip whose shoulders were naturally broad.
X was all long, sleek lines and fluid movements, including the one where he crawled up the bed, his gaze locked on mine, and wrapped his arms around my wide-spread thighs.
I didn’t have to ask him. His mouth lowered to my pussy.
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She could have asked me to run a marathon or fight a shark or climb a mountain bare-ass naked and covered in honey during lion breeding season, and I would have said yes.
Sinking my tongue into her sweet pussy was the easiest thing in the world and the last thing I deserved.
But she wanted this. Had asked me for it, and even though I was a piece of shit, who hadn’t earned the right to be between her thighs, there was zero part of me who could say no to her.
Guilt sat heavy in my gut. Everything that had happened to her tonight was my fault. Why hadn’t I gone after her the moment I’d seen her and Toby sneak away? I’d been so worried about scaring her again. Chasing after her down a darkened street while she ran away from me was almost as appealing as squeezing her throat, so I hadn’t let myself do it. I’d thought I could be trusted, thought now I was older and had found a woman I didn’t just want to fuck, but to hold and get to know, maybe those sick desires inside me would go away.
But they hadn’t.
And so I’d let her run off into the night, even though I knew it wasn’t safe.
And look what had happened.
This was all my fault, and I would spend the rest of my life trying to make up for what I’d caused. If that meant going down on her when she needed to switch her brain off then I would be at her beck and call, giving her the most mind-blowing orgasm I could.
But nothing about that felt like a punishment. She could ride my face, smother me in her juices, crush my head with her thick thighs, and none of it would ever feel like enough to make up for the mistakes I’d made.
Her fingers stroked through my hair, and my dick kicked painfully. I was so fucking hard. Watching Whip make her come had put a stranglehold on my cock that hadn’t lifted when Levi had started sucking on her nipples. Jealousy burned through me, but I fueled it all into giving her what she needed.
Her clit was the most perfect little bud that rolled sweetly beneath my tongue. She was so wet, her pussy relaxed and seeping with arousal I couldn’t get enough of. I stroked my tongue through it, licking her clit, her opening, and driving my tongue inside her, just to hear her moan.
I gazed up at her, memorizing the curves and rolls and dimples of her body, before locking on to her eyes.
