Page 8 of Mr. Sandman
“No, baby,” he purred with a smirk. “You definitely won’t.”
Chord flattened his palm to my stomach, holding my stare as he slid it higher, inch by inch, until my breast was in his palm. I sighed and felt my knees quiver. His lips touched down on the angle of my shoulder just as Gage captured my mouth again.
His tongue to mine. Chord’s fingers tugging and rolling my nipple. And Vaughn… the soft trail of kisses along my thigh. It was every sensation all at once, and I knew it was only the tip of the iceberg.
“You want all our mouths, don’t you, Tara?” Vaughn rasped against my inner thigh. “All our tongues worshipping your beautiful body.”
Gage refused to relinquish my mouth as I moaned deep, the sound morphing into a choked gasp as Chord slid his hand to my other breast, massaging it as his mouth closed over my nipple.
Ache and lust hooked into every cell in my body. Before I could reel them in—before I could process the new onslaught of sensations—Vaughn’s mouth closed over my sex.
“Oh god,” I cried out, my hips bucking as he tongued my clit through my thong.
“She’s so wet already for us,” he told the others with a low hum of appreciation. “And so fucking sweet.”
And then I felt it, the cool rush of air against my slick folds as Vaughn slid my underwear down to the floor.Gage moved his mouth to my neck, biting and sucking on the flesh over my racing pulse just as Chord pulled my nipple between his teeth and sucked hard.
“Please,” I gasped, my back bowing.
But still Vaughn’s mouth didn’t return.
I peeled my heavy eyelids open, my erotic world coming into focus as I stared down my body. One man on one side of me devouring my neck and mouth. Another, with one knee on the bench at the base of the bed, kneading one breast while laving the other. And the third, on his knees in front of me, staring at my pussy like it was the Holy Grail.
The holy cunt.
“Spread those lips, Tara. Show me how much you want a kiss.”
My hand shot between my thighs in eager obedience. I slid my finger through my slick folds and spreadthem wide, shivering when Vaughn’s hungry growl wafted warmth over my clit.
“Look at that glistening pussy. So swollen and wet and begging to be worshipped.”
All my nerves tingled, brought alive by his erotic praise. I stared as Vaughn’s head tipped forward, my breath chained to my lungs, desperate to be set free with the first touch of his tongue. But then Gage took my mouth in a rough kiss again, blocking my view just as Vaughn closed his lips over my clit and sucked.
My hand instantly left my body and reached for those thick, dark waves, gripping his hair and holding him to my core.
Desire thrashed through me like one natural disaster after another. Earthquakes of want. Fires of ache. And the growing tsunami of release.
“Should I let the rest of them have a taste, Tara?” Vaughn asked, and I felt the other two growl into my skin.
“Yes,” I murmured throatily.
“Then tell them,” he ordered, dragging his tongue along the length of my slit. “Tell them what you want.”
My teeth locked on my bottom lip, rolling it free as I found Gage’s bright blue gaze. “Taste me,” I told him and received a wolfish grin in response.
Gage lowered from my side, dropping to one knee and then another while Vaughn and Chord rose in perfect sync, like the swing of a pendulum. Now, it was Chord who claimed my mouth in a kiss, his lips teasing and sucking my tongue. Vaughn turned his attention to my breasts, plumping and sucking my nipple so hard I almost saw stars.
And when Gage covered my sex with his mouth, I did.
His tongue lashed over my clit with the same ferocity that he’d shown my mouth. Striking and flicking until I was gasping into Chord’s mouth and hanging onto him for dear life.
How was I even still standing?
“Oh my god,” I whimpered, mindless with pleasure—with the knot of ache I wanted released.
Gage growled into my sex and then sucked so hard on my clit that my knees buckled and I let out a small cry.
“Gage,” Vaughn warned, and I felt the other man’s low laugh against my folds.
