Page 66 of Ensnared
I kneel, waiting. My heart beats at double speed, as if trying to escape from my chest, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. There’s a part of me that wants to scramble for the door and escape, but Iwantthis. I’ve been dreaming about this exact situation for weeks.
Jack strides forward, breaking the spell. He strips off his t-shirt, exposing his golden, muscled chest, shoves down his jeans, and gets on the bed behind me. He coaxes me back, until I’m lying half on his lap. Ty approaches me, puts his hand on the waistband of my jeans, and raises his eyebrow in question.
“Yeah,” I breathe. There’s no other answer I could give him.
I’m naked within seconds, their quick fingers stripping my clothes from me with easy familiarity. Then Jack’s warm hands come around me to cup my breasts and pinch my nipples. I arch off the bed at the sensation, straining for more contact. Ty gets between my legs, opens my knees, and runs his fingertips over my core. At the top, he pauses just short of my clit. My eyelids flutter closed, and I tip my head back. Jack obliges and kisses me, his tongue stroking deep. He’s gentle with me, an opposite to Ty who mercilessly teases me until I’m rolling my hips to get closer to him.
“Do you trust us?” Ty murmurs.
I open my eyes to look at him. “Always.”
He dips his fingers inside me, two at once, almost rough in his movements. He’s on the edge, his features drawn taut, his high cheekbones prominent. He’s still clothed, but he doesn’t even adjust himself; he’s completely focused on me.
Without warning, he lowers his head and swipes his hot tongue over my clit. I cry out, unable to help myself. “Ty!”
He sucks on my clit and slowly drives me crazy. No matter what I do, I can’t get him to up his pace. He and Jack bring me higher and higher, building the pleasure. I try to twist around and touch Jack’s cock to take back some semblance of control, but they hold me down, keeping me right where they want me.
“You first,” Jack mutters, then kisses me again, stroking his tongue against mine in a sensual dance. He moves his mouth over my jaw to my throat.
It’s too much—the pinch of Jack’s fingers, the feel of his stubble on my neck as he sucks my skin between his teeth, the crook of Ty’s fingers, and the insistent pressure of his tongue.
I come silently, my body tensing up in one perfect clench, my voice stolen from me by the intense pleasure radiating through me. Jack gentles his touch and caresses me while Ty takes me through every tremor of my climax.
For a moment, I lie there, basking in the golden bliss. When I open my eyes, Ty is naked in front of me, and Jack is leaning back, his jaw tense as though he’s trying not to blow too quickly.
Then I catch Aiden’s gaze, and my heart skips a beat. He watched all of this, saw me come apart under his friends’ hands and tongues.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Fuck, that was hot.”
I glance at his lap, where an impressive bulge strains against the fly of his jeans. The realization that he’s hard for me, forus, is such a rush that I want to do this all over again.
I get to my hands and knees and look from Jack to Ty. “What do we do now?”
Jack flops back on the pillows with a groan. “Gods, anything. Do anything you want.”
I laugh. “Okay, I can do that.”
The mood that was so tense turns playful now, and I crawl over to him, then drag down his boxers. I gasp in delight as his cock springs free, beautiful and thick. I take it with one hand and kiss the broad head.
Then I glance over my shoulder at Ty. “Will this work?”
He palms my ass, then runs his hand up my spine, to my neck, where he briefly presses his thumb into my muscles. “Yeah, it’ll work.”
I turn to Aiden. His gaze is riveted on me, and I swear I see a golden glint in his blue eyes. He’s so tightly controlled, and I want him to lose it.
“Can you undo your fly for me?” I ask.
He inhales sharply but obeys. His fingers go to his waist, and he pops the buttons one by one, still silent.
I bite my lip, tempted to go over there and kneel between his legs, find out what he tastes like. “Touch yourself.”
“Skye…”
He hangs his head forward, and for a moment, I think I might have gone too far. Maybe he’s uncomfortable with this and doesn’t want…
He shifts his hips, tugs down his jeans and black boxer briefs, and releases his cock. It’s long and thick, perfectly matching the rest of him. He closes his big hand around it and gives himself one slow, strong tug.
“Yeah, like that,” Ty mutters. “Keep watching her.”
