Page 9 of Mr. Sandman
“Is it my turn, baby?” Chord asked, nipping and licking along my mouth, and all I could think about was how that was what he would do to my pussy.
“I’d say that’s a yes,” Gage muttered appreciatively, sucking the fresh rush of desire that squeezed from my core. “Fucking juicing like a peach… and just as sweet.”
“Yes, Chord, please.” I tried to swallow and nodded.
“Tell me, baby. Say it,” he encouraged.
My teeth found his lip this time, biting firmly before I ordered huskily, “Suck my pussy, Chord. Have a taste.”
Once more, the pendulum of men swung around my body. Gage rose back up to my mouth, taking back his domain.
“You taste that, gorgeous?” He framed my chin with his hand and pushed his tongue deep. “You taste how much you want us?”
I moaned low and rubbed my tongue along his, tasting my own pleasure.
Vaughn moved to my right breast, teasing my nipple in the same way that had me arching into his mouth.
But Chord… he dropped in front of me, his big hands widening my stance before he set his mouth on me.
I cried out, and Gage hungrily swallowed the sound as Chord pinched my clit between his teeth with just enough force to set me on edge before flicking his tongue back and forth over the bud. His touch wasn’t rough and demanding like Gage, it was torturously teasing, coaxing me to the very edge of release but never letting me have it.
“Doesn’t she taste like a peach, Chord?” Gage rumbled, dragging his thumb over my plump lips. “God, I can’t wait to stuff these with my cock.”
Yes.I moaned low.
“Yeah, you want that, don’t you, gorgeous? My cock all the way down your throat?” He pressed his thumb between my lips, and I instantly closed them around it and sucked. “Oh, fuck yes. You’re going to take it so perfectly.”
He threaded his thumb in and out of my mouth. Meanwhile, Chord pushed his tongue just inside my entrance, and I felt my inner muscles contract on their own. Wanting more. Wanting his cock. Desire gnawed at my insides like a hungry beast with fangs made of fire.
“Yeah, you’re going to be so fucking tight, baby. God, I can’t wait to feel that sweet ass of yours,” Chord groaned, and my eyes slid down, catching his dark stare before he dove back in on my pussy, doing that thing with his teeth on my clit that made my entire body quake.
“Please.” My head thrashed out of Gage’s hold as I gasped. “Oh please…”
I didn’t recognize my voice or the words. There was no steel backbone or cold demand, only the sweetest vulnerability.
“Chord,” Vaughn’s deep voice clipped through the room, the tone an order to stop.
Immediately, the tattooed tongue god sat back on his heels, dragging his tongue over his lips in slow motion, licking my desire from them.
“What do you want, Tara?” Vaughn stood in front of me, cupping my cheeks and taking my face away from Gage, and finding my stare.
“You. All of you,” I panted. “I need you.”
“Fuck,” Gage’s low voice hissed next to me.
“Go,” Vaughn instructed Gage without looking at him.
I didn’t know where he was going. I assumed to join Chord, but I didn’t have time to wonder before Vaughn’s lips descended on mine, kissing me long and slow.
The spiral of sensations collected like the calm before the storm. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to Vaughn for dear life, sighing in relief when his arms came around me and lifted me off the floor, holding me as he navigated over the bench and then carefully set me on the bed.
The plush silk was cool on my burning skin. Instinctively, my thighs spread, so Vaughn rested between them, his thick cock wedged against my sex. He growled low when my hips began to rock against his, craving the friction, craving the feel of the fabric of his pants as it teased my swollen clit.
“God, you’re perfect,” Vaughn rumbled, tenderly—protectively—kissing my lips. “Tell me exactly what you want, Tara.”
“I want your cocks,” I murmured, boundaries and embarrassment incinerated under the flames of want. “I want all of you fucking me.”
“Good girl.” His rough praise made me whimper. “Such a good girl.”
